her there, hovering on the sharp ridge of pleasure for long moments before pulling away completely.
“No!” Vee reached out only to find him gone.
Opening her eyes she found him next to her struggling to open the box of condoms. With a growl, he gave up trying to rip open the plastic wrapper with his hands and used his teeth. Tearing into it, he crushed the carton between his fingers before the box finally burst apart, showering them and the bed in foil packets. Laughing, Vee scooped one up and tore it open.
Brent snatched the condom from her and sheathed his length with shaking hands. Covered, he turned his attention back to her. He moved over her and she willingly laid back. As he pressed his body to hers, she widened her legs, her hips cradling his, the hot shaft of his erection nestled in her sex. His hands found hers and he wove their fingers together. Gazes connected, Brent rocked his hips and brought the tip of her cock to her opening.
“Don’t look away. I want to watch you when I make you mine again.”
His head lowered, his mouth drawing closer to hers. He brushed her lips lightly in a move that barely earned the word ‘kiss’. In slow increments he entered her, each push a welcome stretch as long unused muscles fought to accept him. She lifted against him, forced him a little deeper, but he wouldn’t let her take control.
He set the pace: a slow push in, a gentle pull out. Each drive forward took him deeper, took Vee higher into burning need. They moved together, a dance they’d done before. One they would do again. Brent kept his gaze on hers and she couldn’t ignore the overwhelming blaze of love shining in his eyes. She knew her eyes would reveal the same; there was no way to shield her emotions. Not when she’d spent years dreaming of this moment.
Brent went slow as long as he could, but he couldn’t hold off his need for release forever. Vee moved with him, followed his lead, pushed him further. His fingers tightened on hers, his hips rocking a little faster. He couldn’t look away from her eyes. They were like mirrors to her heart now that she’d allowed him close. Her eyelids drooped, but she did as he asked and focused her gaze on his. She tilted her hips and took him deeper.
Wet heat surrounded him, the snug clasp of her sex tightening his balls and pushing him to the brink. He drove into her again and again. He flexed his hips and lunged. She wrapped her legs around his waist and met each thrust with one of her own. Her hands squeezed his before she tugged them free to run them down his back. When she reached his arse, she dug her fingers into his cheeks and pulled him closer. Little breathy moans slipped through her lips, driving him crazy, and he had to taste them.
Her mouth was hot and slick when she opened for him, their tongues sliding, chasing, catching. He took his fill, explored her teeth, nipped at her lips, and fused his mouth to hers, thrusting his tongue inside. His hips sped up, the need to climax rolling down his spine to settle in his groin. But Brent wanted to feel her muscles clenching him before he took the leap. Separating their mouths, he leaned on one elbow and slid his other hand between their joined bodies.
She arched, bucking her hips into his touch when he found the hard knot of nerves at the top of her sex. Moisture coated his fingers and he swirled it around her clitoris. The bundle pulsed beneath his skin, her sex grinding against him, and he knew she was close. He added pressure, circled his fingers faster, and shifted his hips to change the angle of penetration. Her body stilled, one half-beat of time when she didn’t breathe, didn’t move. And then she exploded.
Brent had no choice but to follow. Her sex clamped around his, rippled along the length of his shaft until her climax milked him of his. He pumped into her, buried his cock as deep as he could, and let go. Pleasure burst through him, wave after wave of ecstasy swamped him, draining everything
“No!” Vee reached out only to find him gone.
Opening her eyes she found him next to her struggling to open the box of condoms. With a growl, he gave up trying to rip open the plastic wrapper with his hands and used his teeth. Tearing into it, he crushed the carton between his fingers before the box finally burst apart, showering them and the bed in foil packets. Laughing, Vee scooped one up and tore it open.
Brent snatched the condom from her and sheathed his length with shaking hands. Covered, he turned his attention back to her. He moved over her and she willingly laid back. As he pressed his body to hers, she widened her legs, her hips cradling his, the hot shaft of his erection nestled in her sex. His hands found hers and he wove their fingers together. Gazes connected, Brent rocked his hips and brought the tip of her cock to her opening.
“Don’t look away. I want to watch you when I make you mine again.”
His head lowered, his mouth drawing closer to hers. He brushed her lips lightly in a move that barely earned the word ‘kiss’. In slow increments he entered her, each push a welcome stretch as long unused muscles fought to accept him. She lifted against him, forced him a little deeper, but he wouldn’t let her take control.
He set the pace: a slow push in, a gentle pull out. Each drive forward took him deeper, took Vee higher into burning need. They moved together, a dance they’d done before. One they would do again. Brent kept his gaze on hers and she couldn’t ignore the overwhelming blaze of love shining in his eyes. She knew her eyes would reveal the same; there was no way to shield her emotions. Not when she’d spent years dreaming of this moment.
Brent went slow as long as he could, but he couldn’t hold off his need for release forever. Vee moved with him, followed his lead, pushed him further. His fingers tightened on hers, his hips rocking a little faster. He couldn’t look away from her eyes. They were like mirrors to her heart now that she’d allowed him close. Her eyelids drooped, but she did as he asked and focused her gaze on his. She tilted her hips and took him deeper.
Wet heat surrounded him, the snug clasp of her sex tightening his balls and pushing him to the brink. He drove into her again and again. He flexed his hips and lunged. She wrapped her legs around his waist and met each thrust with one of her own. Her hands squeezed his before she tugged them free to run them down his back. When she reached his arse, she dug her fingers into his cheeks and pulled him closer. Little breathy moans slipped through her lips, driving him crazy, and he had to taste them.
Her mouth was hot and slick when she opened for him, their tongues sliding, chasing, catching. He took his fill, explored her teeth, nipped at her lips, and fused his mouth to hers, thrusting his tongue inside. His hips sped up, the need to climax rolling down his spine to settle in his groin. But Brent wanted to feel her muscles clenching him before he took the leap. Separating their mouths, he leaned on one elbow and slid his other hand between their joined bodies.
She arched, bucking her hips into his touch when he found the hard knot of nerves at the top of her sex. Moisture coated his fingers and he swirled it around her clitoris. The bundle pulsed beneath his skin, her sex grinding against him, and he knew she was close. He added pressure, circled his fingers faster, and shifted his hips to change the angle of penetration. Her body stilled, one half-beat of time when she didn’t breathe, didn’t move. And then she exploded.
Brent had no choice but to follow. Her sex clamped around his, rippled along the length of his shaft until her climax milked him of his. He pumped into her, buried his cock as deep as he could, and let go. Pleasure burst through him, wave after wave of ecstasy swamped him, draining everything
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