Page 19 of Bad Boys After Dark - Brett
He tasted his way down her body, teasing over the swell of her breasts as he fondled them, earning more sinful moans. “Tell me what you like, Soph. Do you like my teeth?” He grazed his teeth along her tender breast, and she arched beneath him. “Or my tongue?” He dragged his tongue over her nipple, earning another whimper. “Or maybe you like both.” He cupped both hands around one breast and sealed his mouth over her nipple, sucking the tight bud against the roof of his mouth, then nipped at her skin.
“Oh God,” she panted out. “I like it all. I want it all.”
“That’s my girl.”
He licked and sucked and used his teeth, biting and nipping every inch of her flesh from her neck to her ribs, giving extra attention to the areas that caused her to cry out with pleasure, like the undersides of her breasts and the tender skin below her ribs. He palmed her breasts as he devoured her belly, thrusting his tongue into her belly button as he wanted to plunge it into her sweet center. She thrashed wildly as he kissed a path along each hip. Every taste made him ache for more. Every sexy sound she made sent his pulse skyrocketing. He knew she told him not to check in, but he couldn’t help himself. He was too caught up in her to trust his judgment and didn’t want to risk taking them anywhere she wasn’t ready to go.
He moved up her body and pressed his lips to hers. Her eyes fluttered open and she smiled up at him.
“Kiss me,” she whispered dreamily.
Hypnotized by her sweetness, he kissed her slowly and tenderly, passion escalating with every sweep of their tongues, unleashing years of pent-up desire. Their kisses turned messy and rough, and he forced himself to slow down again, kissing her deeper, longer than he’d ever kissed a woman. And then he continued kissing her, because he’d be a fool to move away from the most alluring mouth on the planet.
But there was only so much a man could take before he came undone, and if Brett didn’t have more of Sophie soon, he was going to lose his mind. He loved his way down her body again, cherishing each and every erogenous zone he’d already discovered, all the way to her promised land. He slid off her panties and kissed his way up her leg, caressing her and learning the curves of her body as he went. He loved her inner thighs and pressed a kiss to the neatly trimmed tuft of hair at the juncture of them, inhaling the sweet scent of her arousal. He was struck by the notion that he’d slowed down to kiss her, to smell her. Was it because he’d waited so long to have her? Because he actually felt like he’d been given a gift to be with her right now? Or was it something more? As those thoughts peppered him, he tried to push them away, to fit them into some recognizable form that made sense. But nothing about the way he felt with Sophie made sense, and as he brought his tongue to her glistening sex, taking his first taste of her, those thoughts fell away. There was only this moment. The sultry sounds slipping from her luscious lips, the rock of her hips as he pushed his fingers inside her and feasted on her at the same time.
“Brett,” she panted out, fisting her hands in the sheets. “Don’t stop, please—”
Like stopping was even an option until she came? Even then he wasn’t going to stop. He was only going to change positions to give her more of what they both wanted.
He intensified his efforts, seeking the spot that would make her lose control, and brought his mouth to her swollen cleft. He reached for her hand, surprising himself again with his need to feel closer to her as they crossed this magnificent bridge. She clung to him, her fingernails digging into his skin as he devoured her. She held her breath, and he worked over the magical spot quicker, sucked harder, until his name flew from her lips and she bucked against his mouth. He stayed with her, soaking in every pulse of her climax until she collapsed, spent, to the mattress. As she lay panting, he showered her inner thighs with kisses, earning several tiny gasps. He splayed his palms across her legs, spreading her wider, and kissed the sensitive area beside her sex before pleasuring her once again. When he felt her body trembling, her climax building, he slowed his efforts, teasing her until she whimpered and begged. Only then did he push his fingers inside her slick heat and send her soaring again. She cried out, buried her fingers in his hair. Seeing and feeling her in the throes of passion, panting out his name, was all too much. He needed more, and he needed it now. He stripped off his briefs and reached for his wallet.
