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her yet. His words trickled through her sexual fog and ignited a deep carnal arousal.
“Now is where finesse comes in. You must be very sure you want to make that final slice, open that last barrier.”
“Yes.” Her voice was whiskey-raw with need and that one word inched the corner of his lip higher. She gripped the hard metal seat and fought the urge to thrust upward, to beg him to rip the damn shorts off and fuck her right now.
One firm finger slid under her shorts, into the heated pool of her melting flesh. The rasp of the blades parting drew her muscles taut. The world disappeared until there was nothing except her aching cleft and the razor-sharp shears. A hard line delved beneath her shorts. She felt nothing but the press of his finger along her skin. There was a loud chomp then the warm brush of air when he spread the sliced denim and bits of peach lace.
“Sweet hell.” The cracked control in his whisper only fueled her fire, and she unconsciously arched toward him. The scissors clattered to the tiled floor with an echoing ring. The finger he had used to protect her now slid deep inside and a convulsive shake rippled from low in her hips. “So hot. So soft. Oh Christ, lady, do you know how many nights I’ve dreamed about touching you like this again?”
“Touch me. Please, I need… Please.”
Bram licked his lips, never taking his gaze from her pussy. He smoothed three fingers up her slit, the middle one sinking between her lips to nudge at her clit. “Tell me your name.”
She had to bite her tongue to stop from screaming it, to plead with him to say her name and bring her off at the same moment. When she didn’t answer, he allowed a second finger to part her flesh.
“Is it Kate? Lisa? Elizabeth? Margaret?”
“No.”
“Is it Rebecca? Julie? Mary? Anna? Jenny?”
His list of names grew and she shook her head to them all, barely hearing his words but knowing he’d never speak it. The only thoughts in her fizzling brain were the glide of his fingers, stroking her, plucking at her like a musician plucks the strings. He made her body sing with passion. Bowing her back, she strained closer, needing him deeper, desperate to vault that final hurdle. He pressed inside her and a low moan wrenched from her mouth. His thumb circling her clit, he fluttered the two fingers in her pussy and her climax leapt forward.
So close, so close, please…
“Is it Meagan? Beth? Lynn?”
“Bram, please.” An undignified sob wracked her bones.
“I want to lick you.”
“Do it!”
“Not until you tell me your name.”
“Oh God.”
“No, Bram. Bram Matthew Winters. The man who has his fingers in your pussy and is going to fuck you until you scream.”
The fervent boast cracked through her with the force of a whip. A third finger entered her, stretching her, and the painful teeth of pleasure sank into her without mercy. A roiling contraction formed. “Fuck, yes.”
“Yes, honey, come for me, come hard.”
Obeying his command, her body vaulted off the ledge, held aloft only by her grip on the seat and his legs supporting her own. Pounding blood echoed in her ringing ears. He clamped a strong hand on her quivering thigh, steadying her as her muscles clenched around his fingers. Across his knees, her legs shook with the force washing through her. Her head snapped back and her scream vibrated off the walls.
Her body relaxed in harsh, jerking spasms. Panting hard in short bursts, her vision slowly returned and she melted back to the cool metal perch. The barely restrained longing in Bram’s eyes contrasted with his unhurried, gentle strokes along her sensitized folds. He eased her back to reality but kept their contact, their connection, until her mental footing was solid.
Raising his head, Bram looked deep into her eyes. He brought his fingers to his mouth and deliberately sucked her shining liquid from them. A tiny final convulsion jolted through her. He was marking his territory.
“You’re mine
“Now is where finesse comes in. You must be very sure you want to make that final slice, open that last barrier.”
“Yes.” Her voice was whiskey-raw with need and that one word inched the corner of his lip higher. She gripped the hard metal seat and fought the urge to thrust upward, to beg him to rip the damn shorts off and fuck her right now.
One firm finger slid under her shorts, into the heated pool of her melting flesh. The rasp of the blades parting drew her muscles taut. The world disappeared until there was nothing except her aching cleft and the razor-sharp shears. A hard line delved beneath her shorts. She felt nothing but the press of his finger along her skin. There was a loud chomp then the warm brush of air when he spread the sliced denim and bits of peach lace.
“Sweet hell.” The cracked control in his whisper only fueled her fire, and she unconsciously arched toward him. The scissors clattered to the tiled floor with an echoing ring. The finger he had used to protect her now slid deep inside and a convulsive shake rippled from low in her hips. “So hot. So soft. Oh Christ, lady, do you know how many nights I’ve dreamed about touching you like this again?”
“Touch me. Please, I need… Please.”
Bram licked his lips, never taking his gaze from her pussy. He smoothed three fingers up her slit, the middle one sinking between her lips to nudge at her clit. “Tell me your name.”
She had to bite her tongue to stop from screaming it, to plead with him to say her name and bring her off at the same moment. When she didn’t answer, he allowed a second finger to part her flesh.
“Is it Kate? Lisa? Elizabeth? Margaret?”
“No.”
“Is it Rebecca? Julie? Mary? Anna? Jenny?”
His list of names grew and she shook her head to them all, barely hearing his words but knowing he’d never speak it. The only thoughts in her fizzling brain were the glide of his fingers, stroking her, plucking at her like a musician plucks the strings. He made her body sing with passion. Bowing her back, she strained closer, needing him deeper, desperate to vault that final hurdle. He pressed inside her and a low moan wrenched from her mouth. His thumb circling her clit, he fluttered the two fingers in her pussy and her climax leapt forward.
So close, so close, please…
“Is it Meagan? Beth? Lynn?”
“Bram, please.” An undignified sob wracked her bones.
“I want to lick you.”
“Do it!”
“Not until you tell me your name.”
“Oh God.”
“No, Bram. Bram Matthew Winters. The man who has his fingers in your pussy and is going to fuck you until you scream.”
The fervent boast cracked through her with the force of a whip. A third finger entered her, stretching her, and the painful teeth of pleasure sank into her without mercy. A roiling contraction formed. “Fuck, yes.”
“Yes, honey, come for me, come hard.”
Obeying his command, her body vaulted off the ledge, held aloft only by her grip on the seat and his legs supporting her own. Pounding blood echoed in her ringing ears. He clamped a strong hand on her quivering thigh, steadying her as her muscles clenched around his fingers. Across his knees, her legs shook with the force washing through her. Her head snapped back and her scream vibrated off the walls.
Her body relaxed in harsh, jerking spasms. Panting hard in short bursts, her vision slowly returned and she melted back to the cool metal perch. The barely restrained longing in Bram’s eyes contrasted with his unhurried, gentle strokes along her sensitized folds. He eased her back to reality but kept their contact, their connection, until her mental footing was solid.
Raising his head, Bram looked deep into her eyes. He brought his fingers to his mouth and deliberately sucked her shining liquid from them. A tiny final convulsion jolted through her. He was marking his territory.
“You’re mine
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