been.
Theo Mathias had cold eyes. They were dark brown, yes, but they were as cold as they’d been the first time I’d met him, when he was wearing icy blue contact lenses.
“I’ll be sure to tell Brad you stopped by,” I said again.
“Thank you, Daphne.” He reached toward me and pulled me into an awkward hug. “Good to see you.”
“You too.”
Then he was gone, as mysteriously as he’d come.
Something warm cupped my cheek. “Hey, baby.”
I opened my eyes and smiled. “Brad.”
“Sorry, I didn’t want to wake you, but once I saw you lying there so beautiful, with your hair splayed on the pillow like a silky curtain, I had to wake you. Had to see your smile.”
“I’m glad you’re back. What time is it?”
“Four a.m.”
“Why didn’t you stay in the city?”
“That would have made more sense, but I couldn’t stay away from you any longer. I need you, Daphne.” He pressed his lips to mine in a soft kiss.
“I need you too. So much. Come to bed?”
“Absolutely.” He rustled around, undressing, and then slid into bed next to me, opening his arms.
I snuggled into them and kissed his warm neck, inhaling his spicy scent. That scent I’d never get enough of.
“Make love to me,” I murmured.
He slid his hand under my pajama bottoms and ran his fingers over my folds. “Mmm. You’re already wet.”
“Always for you, Brad. I’m always here, always waiting for you.”
“So warm and soft.” He withdrew his fingers and traced my lips with them.
I licked them, tasted myself on him. My own flavor. Tangy and sweet.
“That’s hot,” he said.
I closed my eyes, embarrassed.
Then he kissed me, slid his lips over mine, and I opened for him. The kiss was soft and gentle at first, but soon it morphed into a wild kiss of need and desire. Brad lifted my T-shirt and grabbed one of my breasts. My nipple hardened instantly.
I wanted his mouth on me. Everywhere on me.
He continued the kiss for a few more blissful moments, and then he broke it, gasping.
“God, what you do to me. You’re everything, Daphne. Everything beautiful in the world. Knowing you’re here makes everything easier.”
Makes everything easier?
Was something bothering my love?
I didn’t have time to ponder the question further, though, because he slammed his lips down onto mine once more.
I lost myself in the kiss. I let everything in me become that kiss, that beautiful joining of lips that showed me passion beyond measure.
My body throbbed. I felt my own juices against my inner thighs. I was ready, so ready.
He squeezed my breast again, this time harder. I broke the kiss and cried out.
“Okay?” he asked.
I nodded. It hadn’t hurt. It was just harder than he usually squeezed.
He crawled downward a bit and took a hard nipple into his mouth. The tingling. My milk was letting down.
It would make a mess.
I didn’t care.
“So sweet,” he murmured against my flesh.
My milk? My nipple? Or me?
Didn’t matter.
Didn’t matter at all.
“Need you,” I said.
“Mmm. Need you too, baby.”
Could I ask for what I wanted? Did I have the gumption?
“Brad,” I said, panting. “I want you to…go down on me.”
He dropped my nipple and smiled. “My pleasure.”
He crawled farther down my body and removed my pajama bottoms. Then he spread my legs.
“God, you’re beautiful. So wet and ready for me.” He touched my clit.
Just a tiny touch, and I nearly flew off the bed.
He smiled. “So responsive. So hot.” He slid his fingers over me and inserted one.
I nearly flew off the bed again.
“Does that feel good? My finger inside you?”
“Yes. God, yes.”
“You want my mouth on you, baby?”
“Please.”
He twisted his finger slightly, hitting something inside me that made me insane. I lifted my hips without meaning to.
“There are all kinds of places inside you,” he said. “All kinds of pleasure points.”
Cool. Great. Now get your mouth on me.
As if he could read my mind, he lowered his head and flicked his tongue over my pussy, his finger still moving in a strange figure eight kind of way. God, he was hitting something. Something amazing. When he added his tongue to the mix, swirling it around my clit and then sucking my folds into his mouth, I knew I wouldn’t last long.
“Mmm,” he said against my vulva. “I haven’t taken enough time with you lately. There’s so much to show you. To teach you. So, so much.” He licked at me once more, twisting his finger and then adding another.
“You like that? How I stretch your pussy open?”
“I like everything you do to me,