keeping possession of her hair, his spent cock against her lips. The release had been explosive, liberating. It had been too long since he’d come like that. Her tongue slid up his cock, a gentle velvet rasp, and he shuddered again with pure pleasure. The way she did that, easing him down, easing him back into the real world, always left him shaken.
It took a few minutes to recover his breath, but he managed to snag his bottle of water and hand it to her. She’d always needed to drink water after a particularly aggressive and physically demanding session. She sank back onto her heels and poured the cool water down her throat.
He waited until she put the bottle down. “We’re not finished.”
Her gaze jumped to his. He reached down and lifted her into his arms. It was easy. He was extremely strong, and she wasn’t that big, although she thought she was. He took her to the bar and laid her out, her ass right on the end so he could put her legs over his shoulders. He kept one hand on her belly so there was no moving and, without preamble, attacked her clit.
She cried out, trying to squirm. He held her in place and took everything he wanted. Each time she got close, he backed off, listening to her soft little cries and pleas. She was there fast. Blowing him always made her needy. Always made her close. She’d told him repeatedly she loved it as much as he did. He didn’t see how that could be true, but she was always hot and damp and desperate to get off.
He slid his hand from her belly to her left breast. He liked playing with her because she was so responsive. He knew when to be gentle and when to be rough. She liked aggression, but when she was coming up on her cycle, he gentled things down. She didn’t like sex during her time of the month because she said it hurt. It was the only time she’d asked him to back off and he had, although as a doctor, he’d wanted to find a way to ease her cramps.
He tugged and rolled while he raked her clit with his teeth and then used his tongue to fuck her. Her breath was coming in ragged little pants when he suddenly switched tactics and jerked her thighs wide apart and flattened his tongue. He added his fingers into the mix, wishing he had thought to bring an ice bucket and heated stones. He liked to change things up with her, so she never knew which sensation she was getting.
Breezy went out of her way to give him pleasure of any kind he asked for, and he had no problems returning the favor. He loved every single moan and cry he extracted from her. More, he loved the way her body responded to everything he did. She was made for him, always ready for him.
Breezy had never told him no when he’d asked to try something new, and he’d given her every opportunity. Some of the things he’d asked for, she’d been a little intimidated by, but she’d trusted him enough to allow him to lead her gently into it. He’d always been careful when introducing her to something new. He loved that she’d always been willing.
Steele had taken her often, more than once a day, and it had never mattered to him where they were. He’d never taken her in front of the Swords, but he had in front of his brothers more often than not. They’d rarely paid attention, and if they had, it hadn’t been to leer at her. They felt safer losing control with the others around. No one could hurt them because someone was always on guard. It was the way they were, and none of them really questioned it. Breezy hadn’t. When his mouth was on her, she didn’t care about anything else.
He glanced up at the window. He needed these shots. He hoped, over time, as Breezy was with him, he would be able to forego having tangible memories of the way she gave herself to him. The way she loved him. That look he needed so much.
“Steele. Her voice hitched. It was a plea, not a demand.
He couldn’t help the smirk. “I want to see that desperation, baby. Look at me. Turn your head this way.” He needed the camera to catch that look for him. To record it. He pressed