He just then noticed the buttons went all the way down to the hem of her dress. He eyed his handy work while unbuttoning one after the other.
He revealed a black lacy bra and tugged the cup down. His tongue swirled over her nipple and when he nibbled the peak, Bree fisted his hair. He watched Bree as she closed her eyes, fully enjoying the sensation. He kissed her nipple before he let go.
Water droplets followed his hands downwards. He caught a droplet on its path over her belly button with his tongue and she giggled. It brought him out of his daze and he looked up to see Bree smiling down at him.
He stood from the kitchen floor and grabbed Bree behind the back of her thighs. She let out a squeal and crossed her arms around his neck. “What are you doing?”
“I’m taking you to bed. Fuck that horrible TV-show. Forget about the mess we made in the kitchen. I’ll take care of it. But first, let me take care of you.”
Her one-bedroom apartment was a labyrinth, with furniture standing in his way as he walked them over to her bedroom. Something unrelenting connected with his shin, and he grabbed a stronger hold of Bree.
“Ouch! Damn table.”
She giggled against his lips.
“Almost there,” she whispered.
When he finally laid her down in the middle of her bed, his eyes grew wide when she hurried out of her dress. She made work of her bra and shimmied out of her boy shorts. Giving a full view of her shaved pussy lips.
“Hot damn.”
He would never get enough of the sight of her lying naked, seducing him with her curves to make his move.
He rid himself from his shirt and jeans and picked up the condom he’d put earlier in his back pocket. Bree hoisted herself higher upon the matrass. Giving him more room to work with.
She looked up at him under those long lashes, suddenly trying to read him. Gauge him.
As he entered her, she whispered against his ear, “I promised myself to never get caught up with you again,”
He stopped moving. “Why would you promise yourself something like that?”
“You scare me, Dec.”
He jerked back his head and gazed into her misty eyes. “You know me, Bree. I’m still me. Even after everything that happened between us.”
She nodded, but seemed still unsure.
“If you want me to stop, say it,” he said. He sure hoped she wouldn’t stop him now, his painfully hard dick held still inside of her on his last will power.
“I was so angry with you,” Bree said. Her frolic mood from just moments ago evaporated.
“Are you still angry with me?” He couldn’t believe they were finally having this long overdue conversation while he had his dick inside of her.
Bree shook her head while she closed her eyes. He kissed her nose, and she sighed.
“I just… need to take things slow.”
“Nowyou’re telling me?” He made a show out of looking down at the spot between them, where they connected. He arched his brow and smirked. Her entire body shook beneath him as she laughed.
“No, I don’t want you to stop. But… Let’s keep this to ourselves—just for a little while. I don’t want to ruin what we have with everyone butting in.”
He could see where she was coming from. But he didn’t want to be anyone’s dirty little secret. It just wasn’t his style to sneak around. He always stood for his actions.
“Okay. I’ll give you two weeks. And then I’m making you mine. Officially, because I already think of you as mine.”
She clamped down on him, and he groaned. “Oh, you like that idea, eh?”
He moaned as she crossed her ankles behind his back, pulling him further in.