Taking a breath, I pressed the side of my face to his skin.
“We’re more alike than I realized,” I said, letting my arms slide around him, something akin to a hug.
He even relaxed into me for a moment before turning in my arms.
“Never again,” he vowed, and I wasn’t sure if he meant me, or him, or the both of us.
But then his hands were framing my face, gaze so intense I almost wanted to look away. Not a second later, his lips were on mine again, and all thoughts of what may have happened to the both of us before that moment flew right out of my mind.
It wasn’t long before my hands were moving back down his chest and stomach, working his button and zipper free, then sliding his jeans down over his hips.
My hands went back for his boxer briefs as he kicked out of his shoes so he could get out of his pants completely.
I didn’t immediately take them off, though.
Instead, I let my fingers trace the waistband, feeling his body tense at the barely-there sensation, before moving down and rubbing my palm over the head of his straining cock, making his whole body jolt as a hiss escaped him.
I had to press my thighs together to ease the ache there that seemed to get stronger with each passing second.
With a primal sort of need to see him, my hands went up, yanking the boxer briefs down, and freeing his thick cock.
Before I could wrap my hand around it like I wanted to, though, Brio was grabbing me, turning me, and backing me up to the bed.
I didn’t know his intention until his hands were sinking into my hips, lifting, then tossing me onto the bed.
He didn’t come over me, though.
He reached down instead, grabbing my knees, and spreading my thighs wide, pressing them against the mattress.
Before I could even suck in a steadying breath, he had his face between my legs, his tongue tracing up my slick cleft.
His tongue flicked fleetingly against my clit, like he was acknowledging it was there, but refusing to give me that direct contact.
Instead, his tongue moved around the outside of it in unhurried movements, driving me up and giving me no hint of relief.
My hands went from clutching the sheets to grabbing his head, nearly crushing into his skull as my hips rocked against his mouth, begging for more.
“Brio, please,” I whimpered.
That seemed to do it.
Whatever self-control he had been holding onto snapped and his lips closed around my clit, sucking it into his mouth in quick, strobe-like pulsations, making the orgasm build and slam through my system in a matter of seconds.
My whole body jolted hard as the first waves crashed through me, dragging me under, and refusing to let me come up for air until my head felt fuzzy and my chest tight.
Brio wasn’t done with me, though.
His tongue moved away as my oversensitive clit throbbed, tracing around it once again. But this time, his hand moved between my thighs, two of his fingers thrusting inside me, making a ragged moan escape me.
My hips rocked with their thrusting motion as he started to drive me up again.
Only when he felt my walls tightening around his fingers did they turn inside me, stroking across my top wall as his tongue once again found my clit.
He drove me right to that edge before yanking suddenly away, making a loud cry escape me as I tried to reach for him again.
“I need to be inside you,” he said, eyes burning as he reached toward the floor, finding his pants, then wallet, and fishing out a condom to slip in.
His body was over mine not a moment later, his lips claiming mine.
His thighs nudged under mine, letting him brace his weight on them as he lifted his arms off the bed, reaching down for mine, and guiding them up on the mattress above my head.
Not pinning them, exactly, because his hands entwined with mine as his hips shifted, as his cock slid against my cleft, the underside rubbing against my swollen clit.
My thighs went around his hips, arching up, inviting him in.
His lips took mine for another long moment before he pulled back, watching my face as he surged inside me.
And nothing, nothing had ever felt quite so right before.
His hiss and my moan merged as he stilled inside me for a moment, leaning down to press his forehead to mine. Like he needed a moment to pull himself together, to find his self-control.
My thighs tightened around his sides as my hips rocked restlessly, too far gone to even think about waiting, about taking it slow.
“Brio, please,” I whimpered, my fingernails biting into his back, a sensation that had him stiffening, and me immediately regretting it. Until he pressed back to look down at me, and I swear his gaze could have scorched me.