Page 96 of Family Bonds: Alana & Brennan
“No,” she said.
He picked the blanket up from the back of the couch and covered the two of them, his arm going around her shoulder.
“Good. We can cuddle.”
His fingers were trailing up and down her neck and shoulder.
“Cuddle, huh? Something tells me you’ve got something else in mind.”
He laughed. “It’s always on my mind. I’m not sure I’m ready to sneak up to my room and lock us in there, and undressing down here is risky.”
Her hand moved under the blanket, over his thighs, and trailed around his dick outside his jeans. He was growing hard faster than he did as a teen when he was looking at naked chicks online without his mother’s knowledge.
“No one says we have to get undressed to get off.”
“Is that all it is for you?” he asked.
She turned her head. “No. But there isn’t anything wrong if it is at times, is there?”
“Absolutely not,” he said.
Because he’d seen the tender side of her too. Last Saturday morning, he’d woken her up, his hand looking for some treasures under the sheet.
It was slow and steady and the heat in her eyes, the movements of her body, the way she reacted to everything he did, told him there was a powerful connection between the two of them beyond the physical.
He’d been searching for it and was ecstatic it was present.
The physical was great, but he’d had that before and wasn’t only looking for that in his life.
He picked her legs up and swung them over his lap, made sure the blanket stayed in place up to their necks, then his hand went under her shirt, her bra, found her nipple and brought it to life.
Her head went back, her neck exposed, his lips hungering for a taste of her delicate skin.
When his thumb and finger squeezed her nipple, she let out a moan and moved her hips on his lap. Almost squirming to find some other relief.
His left hand shifted under her shirt, played with her other nipple, while his right traveled over her ribs, down her belly and unbuttoned her pants.
She helped make room for his fingers to find their way to her wetness, sliding between her lower lips to the target he had in mind.
He thrust one finger in quickly, she jumped and adjusted to make room for him to get deeper.
“Okay?” he whispered in her ear.
She nodded. “I’m going to have a difficult time staying quiet.”
“I’ll take care of it,” he said. “Don’t worry.”
He added another finger. It was tighter, but he bet felt better for her as well.
He thrust in and out, then stopped and curled his fingers inside of her. Almost tapping soft internal skin and making her wiggle away.
“Brennan,” she breathed. She sounded as if she was in pain.
He crushed his mouth to hers, then ramped up the pleasure, his fingers making a deep dive, finding a spot he knew was there and holding in place while she ground against him.
His tongue was thrusting into her mouth. She grabbed on and started to suck on it as she came all around his fingers.
She was pulsing, twitching, squeezing him tight. It felt as if her orgasm was going on forever and he’d stay like this all night if it was what she wanted.
