He licked a path along my neck, all the while reassuring me in a voice that was becoming raspier and raspier, punctuating his words with kisses. “You taste so fucking good. Like honey and vanilla. I can’t wait to get my first taste of your pussy.”
My stomach clenched, and my insecurities started falling away faster than I could count as he kept talking. “It’s killing me to take this slow, but this is all about you. Turn off that brain of yours for one night and just feel, baby.”
The term of endearment peeled back the last of my worries, bringing comfort and warmth back to the moment. As if he could sense it, which he probably could for all that I knew, his hands gripped my hips, and he turned me around to face him again.
Without breaking eye contact, he unhooked my bra and let it slide over my shoulders and fall to the floor with my dress. He kept his eyes on mine for a second longer, as though checking or searching for doubts or any sign that I was uncomfortable or wanted him to stop.
I wasn’t, and I didn’t. In fact, if he stopped, I was liable to kick him or something. Brett smirked, then let his eyes drop, sucking in a quick breath when they saw my bare breasts. He leaned in, laying soft kisses on my lips, bringing his hands up to palm my breasts. My nipples hardened under his attention, each stroke of his thumbs over them echoing in my core.
“Sensitive?” he asked.
I nodded, my teeth capturing my lower lip as I tried to hold back a moan. One of his hands slid down my side to my thigh, massaging the soft skin there before moving to cup my mound over my panties, the lace not counting for a damn thing to hide my arousal.
“Fuck, Sophia. Do you have any idea how wet you are?” He groaned against my mouth, sliding the thin strip of material away to sink a finger into me. “Holy shit, that’s tight.”
I gasped, my fingernails digging into his shoulders as I lost myself in the haze of pleasurable sensations he was eliciting with only one damn finger. I shivered, arching my hips into his hand for more as I tried to absorb the raw pleasure as he stroked. A low moan fell from my lips when his thumb pressed down on my clit.
He wasn’t even naked yet, and I was ready to lose it. It wasn’t fair, and yet, I didn’t want him to stop. Ever. I would fight off a pack of wild dogs if I had to, as long as he kept doing what he was doing. My breathing bottomed out, uncontrollable gasps and groans ripping from my lungs.
“Lay back on the bed, baby,” Brett whispered against my ear, bracing my back with one of his arms as he gently laid us both down. His fingers kept making their magic, and the pleasure mounting inside me became almost impossible to control. I tried to squeeze my thighs together to counter the onslaught, but Brett’s free hand went for them immediately and spread them open again.
He was lying by my side, propping his weight up and sliding a leg over mine to keep my thighs from clamping down on his hand.
“Stop trying to fight it,” he whispered in my ear.
I whimpered and writhed, trying to gain some semblance of control over the storm brewing in my body. “It’s too soon.”
“There’s no such thing. Come for me, baby. Let me see you come for me.” Sensation and pleasure converged. My body was crumbling, spiraling out of control as Brett kept whispering low words of encouragement. “That’s it, Soph.”
Shit. When I touched myself like this, it felt good. But it felt amazing when Brett did it. I had no choice in the matter. When he told me let go, I did.
“Brett!” I screamed, over and over as my entire being was reduced to an intense, focused pinpoint of pleasure.
It felt like a minute or a lifetime could’ve passed, by the time my breathing slowed, and I became aware of the kisses Brett was planting on my neck, my jaw, and my ear. He smirked when he lifted his head and reached my gaze, but his eyes colored with concern, mixed with near unbearable lust.
“You okay?” he asked.
I barely managed a nod. Brett’s breathing was almost as erratic as mine, quick and harsh. Getting me off seemed to have turned him all the way on. The orgasm was still reverberating through my body when Brett raised himself up, holding his body over mine by propping himself up on his elbows.
Still fully clothed. That was unacceptable.
“I know that I’m new to this, but doesn’t having sex require you to be naked, too?” I croaked, then cleared my throat to at least attempt to sound sexy.
Brett started kissing his way down my body, looking up at me from my chest. “You don’t want me to get naked yet.”
“Yet?”
“Yet,” he confirmed. “Once my pants come off, there’s no way I’m not getting inside you immediately. I have the self-control of a legend, but it’s dangerously close to snapping as it is. You’re too damn sexy for your own good.”
“So, let it snap,” I groaned. “What if I want you inside me immediately?”
Brett sucked a nipple into his hot mouth and twirled his tongue around the sensitive bud. My back arched and nearly came off the bed to prolong the contact for as long as possible when he started lifting his head.
“Patience, Love. We need to make sure you’re going to be as comfortable as possible later on. You’re obscenely tight.” Sweat dotted his brow, and the restraint in his muscles was clear. He was holding back, trying to give me the first time he’d promised, but even though I was still coming off the most epic orgasm of my life, I was aching to have him inside me.
“Obscenely?” I asked.
Brett flashed me a smirk, but it was tight. “Don’t ana