didn’t stop sucking or thrusting.
She didn’t stop coming.
Not until everything went black, the stars behind her eyes fading. The orgasm was still coming in tiny shudders now, her slick flesh still vibrating around his finger.
Her breath tore from a throat so dry, she had to try three times just to swallow.
He shifted, leaving a chill where his body had been.
“Where are you going?” she cried, not done with him yet.
“I want to taste you.”
Ohhhh. The walls of her insides quivered again, a tiny orgasm exploding at his words.
But as much as she wanted to score as many climaxes as she could, she wanted something else more.
She wanted to touch him.
To see him.
For more than ten years, she’d dreamed of seeing him naked. Fantasized about what his body looked like. She wanted—no, needed—to see it. Now.
She grabbed his shirt, still loose around his shoulders.
“Not yet,” she said, shaking her head.
His eyes met hers. The golden depths were molten with desire, narrowed in question.
“Strip first,” she told him. “It’s only fair.”
His lips quirked to one side and he gave her body a considering look. Genna followed his gaze, realizing he’d pushed her bra beneath both of her breasts, the black lace vivid against her pale white flesh and berry-red nipples. Her panties were shredded, leaving the only other thing on her body a belly-button ring and a pair of black heels.
“I can strip later,” he said, his words husky as he reached out one finger and slid it between her legs before lifting the wet proof of his handiwork to his lips. “I’m hungry now.”
Genna’s knees almost gave out. She had to take a couple of deep breaths to clear the haze from her eyes, then she forced herself to shake her head.
“Strip,” she repeated, pushing the fabric of his shirt off his shoulders. And oh, baby, what shoulders they were. Pure muscle beneath silken flesh. Leaving him to deal with the buttons at his cuffs, she smoothed her hands over those shoulders. He was so warm, so hard.
She shifted forward, her lips brushing against that flesh.
She breathed in deeply, inhaling his scent, filling herself with his essence. Forgetting her orders, forgetting everything but exploring his chest with her mouth, she kissed her way over the delicious range of muscles, pausing to flick her tongue over one nipple before continuing her exploration.
She heard a thud, followed by another. But it was the weight of his slacks and belt hitting her toes that got her attention. Because that meant he’d gotten down to the good stuff. The stuff she wanted to play with most.
Unable to resist one last kiss, she then leaned back to check him out.
And almost came again, right then and there.
“Oh. My.”
It was like she’d died and gone to heaven.
He was even bigger than she’d dreamed.
Her eyes locked on his penis as he stepped out of his pants, his toes pushing his socks off one foot, then the other. The move made that very, very large erection bounce.
Before she could look her fill, he dropped to his knees.
“What are you doing?” she objected.
“I stripped.”
With no further explanation, his hands cupped her butt cheeks and pulled her closer. His tongue pressed between her damp curls, flicking and sucking.
Genna felt herself drowning again as desire washed over her.
“No,” she gasped desperately. “Not yet.”
His tongue paused. She moved fast, before he could overrule her. Or put that tongue back to work. One more lick and she was going to explode.
She fell to her knees, pressing him backward so fast he was too surprised to protest. As soon as he was on his back, she leaned down and took him into her mouth.
“Hey, now,” he growled.
Still bent low, her hair trailing along his thighs, she shot him a mischievous smile.
“But I’m hungry, too.”
He arched one brow, then shifted. Grabbing her by the hips, he lifted and turned her as if she weighed nothing. Now her knees straddled his chest and she was flashing him everything else. Before she could be embarrassed or self-conscious, actually before she could even blink, his tongue was back at work.
What’s a girl to do, she thought, letting the sensations take over and bending low to slide her lips over the long, hard length of his arousal. Her head moved up and down, her mouth sucking and tongue swirling in time with his. His fingers gripped her thighs. Hers were braced flat on the floor. He pulled back just a little, blowing cool air over her wet flesh.
Genna’s breath was coming in whimpering gasps now. She was so close, her body tight, the climax coiled low and intense. She lifted her head so her tongue danced around the velvet tip of his penis, then she sucked it into her mouth like a lollipop.
He growled.
His fingers gripped tighter and his mouth stilled for a moment, as if he were focusing on keeping control. Then, with a breath that gusted over her thighs, he sucked her clitoris into his mouth one more time, then thrust his tongue deep into her throbbing passage.
With a cry of shock, Genna exploded.
Her entire body shook with the power of her orgasm. She rode the waves, panting and oblivious to everything except the sensations, bigger, stronger than anything she’d ever felt in her life. More intense than anything she’d even fantasized about.
She didn’t know how long it lasted. She didn’t even realize that Brody had moved until she finally floated back to earth and realized she was lying on the floor now, wrapped in Brody’s arms.
“Bed?”
“Here,” she demanded, still panting from the power of her climax. She felt as if she’d climbed a very tall, very hard mountain. But she still had one more peak to scale. She slid her hand up and down the rock-hard velvet of his erection, then knowing how fast she could get distracted if she started touching him again, she quickly shifted away, grabbing her purse off the floor.
She didn’t have a clue how he was going to top that incredible orgasm. Or even if he could.
But oh, baby, she was more than willing to let him try.
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BRODY GROANED, NOT sure what he missed more. The warmth of her
