Page 31 of Perfect Pairing
“You’ve never what? Had sex? Had a guy finger bang you?”
Her blush deepened, but she squared her shoulders and said, “No. I’m not a virgin, and I’ve been…finger banged”—she whispered the last two words—“but it never felt good. I don’t think I like it.”
I gaped at her for a moment, both appreciative of and blown away by her honesty. Few women would admit to that. Well, no. A lot of women would happily share every single like and dislike they had when it came to sex, but even from a few hours in her company, I knew Brie was more reserved. I understood it wasn’t easy for her to share that with me, a man she hardly knew.
“Well, that’s a shame,” I said slowly, and her gaze snapped up to mine.
“What is?”
“You’ve only been with boys before, Brie. Boys who clearly had no idea what they were doing.” I ducked my head andcaptured her mouth with mine again. Against her lips, I said, “But I’m a man, and I promise you’ll love the way I play with your pretty little pussy.” She inhaled sharply, and I chuckled as I withdrew enough to see her eyes fully. “Do you trust me?”
Though her eyes were wide with uncertainty, she nodded.
“Take your apron off,” I commanded.
Without hesitation, Brie reached around her back and untied the straps around her waist and neck before she tugged it free and tossed it on the floor.
God, I had plans—plans that involved her entirely naked and spread out on the counter like a fucking Christmas feast—but I couldn’t keep my mouth to myself. Once again, I captured her lips, teasing, coaxing them open and sweeping my tongue inside. She opened wider, letting me deeper, letting me show her exactly what my mouth could do to her cunt.
“Your lips taste so good,” I murmured. “Like honey. Tell me, Brie.” I pulled away to pepper kisses along her jaw. “How do you think your other ones taste? Do they taste as good? Is that pussy as sweet as this mouth?”
Instead of answering, Brie hopped up on the counter and reclined back, lifting her hips, tucking her hands into the waistband of her leggings, shoving them and her panties down her legs. They joined her apron on the floor a moment later.
And then, in a move that shocked me as much as it thrilled me, had my cock turning to granite, harder than I’d ever been before, she hooked her heels on the edge of the counter and spread herself wide.
Showing me every pink, perfect, glistening inch of her sex.
There was no apprehension in her face, no nervousness in thelines of her body as she said, “Why don’t you find out?”
Wasting no time, I stepped closer and trailed my hands up her legs, starting at her ankles and working north until they settled in the creases of her thighs. I brushed one thumb over her, and she twitched.
“Sensitive, are we?”
“I’m so turned on, I can barely think straight.”
I chuckled. “How about I take care of that for you?”
“Please,” she breathed.
Leaving her only briefly to haul over a nearby stool, I sat my ass down, pleased to find my face level with her pussy.
“You okay?” I asked her. She was practically vibrating above me, and I wanted to make sure I wasn’t forcing her to do something she didn’t want.
“I might die if you don’t touch me.”
Needing no further encouragement, I swiped two fingers through her slit.
I was rewarded with a moan, long and low, as Brie’s head dropped back.
“Oh, I don’t think so, honey,” I said, the nickname falling too easily from my tongue as her gaze snapped up to mine. I’d never be able to call her anything else. “You’re going to watch. You’re going to see how much getting you off getsmeoff.”
“Really?” she asked incredulously.
I removed one of her feet from the counter and brought it to my lap, pushing down on my cock. I hissed at the pressure, needing so much more from her. But I was willing to sit with the discomfort in order to please her.
“I’m painfully hard,” I told her when she hummed in appreciationas I returned her foot to the counter. “But this isn’t about me. This is about you.”
My tone allowed no room for argument, and Brie simply nodded.
