Page 69 of Family Bonds: Alana & Brennan
He lifted her some. Getting the hint he was picking her up, she wrapped legs around his hips as he walked to the edge of the bed, then laid her on it and stood back.
“I take it you like what you see?”
“I’m a big fan of matching sets,” he said, his eyes taking in the black silk bra and thong. Nothing fancy. No lace. No frills. Just simple silk but she loved the way it felt on her skin.
“Me too,” she said. “A little splurge of mine.”
Nothing was moving but his eyes from her breasts to the apex between her legs.
She reached between her breasts, unhooking the clasp with a flick of her fingers. Her bra slipped open, baring her to the cool air as her breasts spilled free, her nipples tightening into hard peaks from both the chill and the heat simmering between them.
His hand landed on the bed, his mouth going right to the first one within reach, his teeth latching on and giving her a tug that she’d felt all the way in her toes.
She’d been on her elbows, but fell back with the weakness of it.
It wasn’t her to sit there and just take it and not take part, but the way he was making her feel diminished any thoughts of strength that she had.
Her back arched, her hands anchoring her to the comforter as he moved from one side to the other. Licking her. Nibbling. Even a gentle bite.
She wasn’t sure how much more she could take.
He didn’t leave her waiting, as if he could read her mind again, and traveled down her stomach, her hips, his tongue licking the way.
She thought he’d remove her thong, but he didn’t. Only lifted her up, her boots going on his shoulders. She’d never had sex with her shoes on before, but Brennan didn’t seem to mind.
He hooked one finger under the strip of silk that was gathering moisture and pulled it to the side, his mouth dropping to pay homage there as he had her breasts.
There was no stopping the moan from escaping as he tasted her most intimate flesh.
His mouth landed on her swollen bud, his lips pulling it in to devour.
It’d been so long since she’d come, and the way Brennan was playing her body, there was no stopping the orgasm from slamming into her hard.
She cried out in pleasure, the throbbing felt in her belly and up her chest.
It was a continuous assault on her nerve endings until her body came to a standstill, completely wrecked from the exhilaration she’d just experienced.
“We’re not done yet,” he said. “Look at me.”
She hadn’t even realized she’d closed her eyes, but they snapped open to see him lowering his pants and underwear, a condom coming out and covering him. Then he lifted her hips, him still standing on the edge of the bed, yanked her closer and found his way home.
“Oh god,” she screeched.
It was snug but blissful at the same time.
He must have superhuman strength because rather than ending his own torture, he was sliding in and out at a controlled pace to build her up again.
“Look at me,” he said again.
She opened her eyes; he was hovering over her face. “I see you.”
He smiled. A wicked one. Not charming or sweet like before, but one that said this man knew who he was and what he was doing.
Holy shit, there might not have been a bigger turn-on in her life than that cocky smirk.
“Tell me you want it,” he said.
“Yes,” she whispered. “I want it.”
