words.
“Morning, honey.”
Thankfully, I stopped myself before asking the gratuitous question, did you sleep well? I knew he hadn’t. I heard him shout twice in the middle of the night. I couldn’t make out what he was saying so I didn’t know if his nightmare was about Nicole, the battlefield, or some other situation that Brady dreamed about. Both times it had woken me. Both times my heart thundered in my chest. Both times I desperately wanted to go to him. But both times I’d remained in my bed—alone. With the man I loved in the next room suffering by himself.
I hated it.
But I’d done it.
“Trying to pull a fast one, huh?”
“A fast one?”
“Sneaking into a shower without me.”
Brady nuzzled my neck and the hands folded together on my stomach split—one glided up, the other skimmed down, both hitting their targets simultaneously with precision-timing and aim.
“Didn’t know you’d want to join me,” I moaned.
“Consider this an announcement.”
One finger circled my clit while his other finger circled my nipple.
Oh, yeah.
“What exactly are you announcing?” I teased and rubbed my ass against his hard length.
“That anytime you’re naked I expect an invitation to attend.”
Brady’s finger on my clit moved lower and plunged in.
“And if I extend this invite can I expect this kind of hospitable ministration every time?”
Brady didn’t miss a beat. Two fingers were working between my legs—hard and fast, while he pinched and rolled my nipple with his other hand.
“No.”
“No?”
My hips jerked and rocked against his hand.
“Sometimes you’ll be greeted with my mouth. Other times, my cock. Sometimes I might just want to play with your tits or alternately, just your pussy. You never know.”
“Then consider this your standing offer to join me wherever it is I might be naked.”
Brady nipped the side of my neck before his tongue licked away the sting and his mouth moved to my ear.
“Grind your pussy on my fingers.”
I did as he commanded and rocked harder. His hand left my nipple and slid to my ribs. Then I lost his hand along with his cock resting against my ass. I felt both moving behind me—his hand stroked his shaft while the head of his cock rhythmically nudged my ass.
That was so hot, I ground down hard trying to get his fingers deeper.
“I see you like knowing I’m stroking my cock while I got my fingers inside you.”
“Oh, yeah,” I panted. “Feel good?”
“Not as good as it’s gonna feel when I get in your pussy.”
“You should do that now.”
Brady’s mouth went back to my neck—licks, kisses, nips—all three so good I dropped my head to the side to give him better access.
“Almost,” I warned.
“Don’t. Not until I’m ready.”
“Then you need to slow down,” I begged.
He didn’t slow down his fingers fucking me. He didn’t slow his hand jerking his cock. He didn’t stop grazing his teeth against the sensitive skin under my ear. All of that inched me closer and closer to climaxing.
And when he grunted right before he said, “Brace your hands on the wall, I’m gonna fuck you hard,” I nearly orgasmed. But I managed to press my hands against the tile in front of me before he drove his cock in so fast, so hard, I came up on my toes.
The ‘nearly’ went out of “nearly orgasmed” and I exploded around his cock the second time he thrust in.
My eyes closed, my head fell forward, and Brady continued driving into me.
“Good God,” Brady grunted and bucked harder. “Gonna come with you.”
With one last stroke, he slammed home and stayed planted.
I had no idea how Brady knew I was still at the peak of my pleasure. But it wouldn’t take long for him to tell me.
“When you come, baby, your pussy clenches so tight, you get so slick, so hot, it feels so good. Feeling all of that, I lose my mind. But what’s better than all of that, Hadley, is knowing it’s me giving it to you. It’s my cock driving deep. It’s me touching you.” Brady’s head dropped on my shoulder and he groaned. “Feel that?”
It took me a moment to understand what he was asking, but when his cock twitched I answered, “Yeah, I can feel it.”
“That’s what you do to me. I don’t even have to move. Just knowing it’s you my cock’s in, your skin, your hair, your smell, it’s you—just you.”
I loved that—all of it.
I loved he thought it was just me.
I loved that he thought I felt good because I thought he felt good, too.
I loved that