arms. Smiling, he carried her to the bed and laid her down on it. He rolled her onto her stomach. The bed gave as he knelt beside her. Fighting to breathe, Aerial waited for the room to stop spinning. If a little fingering could blow her mind like that, what would sex with him do?
“You have on too many clothes,” she said, and tugged on his slacks.
“So do you,” he said with a smirk. “Let’s fix that.”
The soft buzz of her dress’s zipper filled the air and the cool air touched her now exposed skin. She pushed herself up to her knees, and the dress fell down. Aerial liked the dress because the dress didn’t need a bra and it was strapless. A built-in bra had kept her ‘ladies’ secure. But, no longer contained, her full breasts bounced free. Swollen and aching for Brice’s touch, she cupped them. Nipples hard and throbbing, her breasts awaited his mouth, his hands—hell, his fingers at this point.
Brice replaced her hand with his and cupped one of her breasts. Dropping kisses across her back, he rolled her pebbled peak between his thumb and forefinger, making her moan. Kiss. Kiss. Pinch. Pinch. A flood of sensations spilled through her. Aerial moaned. Brice positioned himself behind her, throwing his knees on either side of hers. With her back to his front, he could now cup both breasts and he did so, kneading them before teasing her tight nipples. He nibbled along her jaw and down her neck to her collar bone and back again.
“Damn Brice,” she whispered, pushing back into the stone-hardness of his cock. Her nude butt made contact with the fabric of his trousers, but beneath the thin material a hard rod awaited. She wanted that and she cursed him for taking so long. “Stop teasing.”
“You think I’m teasing?” he asked, amused. His hand released one of her breasts and traced a path down to the apex of her pussy. There, he parted her lips once more, and slipped his finger into her wetness. “So, wet for me.”
Aerial couldn’t find words, so she shifted into action. She unwedged herself and turned to face him. Brice hadn’t been ready for her to move and so, he fell to the bed. Seeing her moment, she pounced on him, pinning him to the mattress. Straddling him, she lay on top of him, pinning his hands to his side. She saw the broad smirk on his face.
“Turnabout is fair play.”
“Indeed,” he said, smiling. “Impatient, aren’t we?”
“Fuck. Yes.”
She released his hands and sat up, still straddling him. With quick hands she unbuttoned the peach shirt. Brice’s well developed body gave her pause. Holy Christmas! Those abs were real?! She ran her fingers across them to be sure, and he moaned as she did it. His cock bobbed at the action. Oh, yes, very real. His long legs were lean and muscular and she couldn’t wait to bounce on them with him buried deep inside her.
But Brice had tensed. Her eyes drifted up from his abdomen to his chest, the area over his heart contained scar tissue, twisted with old lacerations and hallmarks of staples, stitches or something. She reached for them, to touch the lighter colored skin, but he stayed her hand.
“Don’t.”
She looked up at his face and saw him struggle. A million questions zipped through her, but Brice’s eyes begged her not to ask, not to pry, but to simply accept him—like this. She nodded and he relaxed, lying back down on the bed. He sighed and patted her outer thigh. Avoiding the twisted lumps of flesh around his heart, she did notice how he didn’t have any tan lines. She dropped a kiss along his shoulder and leaned down to kiss his mouth.
“You’re so beautiful,” she whispered before kissing him.
He grunted and shifted her while maintaining the kiss. His hand stroked her cheek. When the kiss parted, he said, “Thank you for that.”
“I meant it.”
“I know.”
Chapter Nine
Brice couldn’t believe Aerial didn’t question him about his scars. She moved on, seemingly unable to wait, she undid
“You have on too many clothes,” she said, and tugged on his slacks.
“So do you,” he said with a smirk. “Let’s fix that.”
The soft buzz of her dress’s zipper filled the air and the cool air touched her now exposed skin. She pushed herself up to her knees, and the dress fell down. Aerial liked the dress because the dress didn’t need a bra and it was strapless. A built-in bra had kept her ‘ladies’ secure. But, no longer contained, her full breasts bounced free. Swollen and aching for Brice’s touch, she cupped them. Nipples hard and throbbing, her breasts awaited his mouth, his hands—hell, his fingers at this point.
Brice replaced her hand with his and cupped one of her breasts. Dropping kisses across her back, he rolled her pebbled peak between his thumb and forefinger, making her moan. Kiss. Kiss. Pinch. Pinch. A flood of sensations spilled through her. Aerial moaned. Brice positioned himself behind her, throwing his knees on either side of hers. With her back to his front, he could now cup both breasts and he did so, kneading them before teasing her tight nipples. He nibbled along her jaw and down her neck to her collar bone and back again.
“Damn Brice,” she whispered, pushing back into the stone-hardness of his cock. Her nude butt made contact with the fabric of his trousers, but beneath the thin material a hard rod awaited. She wanted that and she cursed him for taking so long. “Stop teasing.”
“You think I’m teasing?” he asked, amused. His hand released one of her breasts and traced a path down to the apex of her pussy. There, he parted her lips once more, and slipped his finger into her wetness. “So, wet for me.”
Aerial couldn’t find words, so she shifted into action. She unwedged herself and turned to face him. Brice hadn’t been ready for her to move and so, he fell to the bed. Seeing her moment, she pounced on him, pinning him to the mattress. Straddling him, she lay on top of him, pinning his hands to his side. She saw the broad smirk on his face.
“Turnabout is fair play.”
“Indeed,” he said, smiling. “Impatient, aren’t we?”
“Fuck. Yes.”
She released his hands and sat up, still straddling him. With quick hands she unbuttoned the peach shirt. Brice’s well developed body gave her pause. Holy Christmas! Those abs were real?! She ran her fingers across them to be sure, and he moaned as she did it. His cock bobbed at the action. Oh, yes, very real. His long legs were lean and muscular and she couldn’t wait to bounce on them with him buried deep inside her.
But Brice had tensed. Her eyes drifted up from his abdomen to his chest, the area over his heart contained scar tissue, twisted with old lacerations and hallmarks of staples, stitches or something. She reached for them, to touch the lighter colored skin, but he stayed her hand.
“Don’t.”
She looked up at his face and saw him struggle. A million questions zipped through her, but Brice’s eyes begged her not to ask, not to pry, but to simply accept him—like this. She nodded and he relaxed, lying back down on the bed. He sighed and patted her outer thigh. Avoiding the twisted lumps of flesh around his heart, she did notice how he didn’t have any tan lines. She dropped a kiss along his shoulder and leaned down to kiss his mouth.
“You’re so beautiful,” she whispered before kissing him.
He grunted and shifted her while maintaining the kiss. His hand stroked her cheek. When the kiss parted, he said, “Thank you for that.”
“I meant it.”
“I know.”
Chapter Nine
Brice couldn’t believe Aerial didn’t question him about his scars. She moved on, seemingly unable to wait, she undid
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