Devil and the Deep (The Ceruleans Book 4) - Julie Ann Walker Page 0,79
teeth and tongue to play with her mouth even as his knowledgeable fingers played with her sex. He strummed her clitoris again and again. Rubbing, rubbing, rubbing just right.
He definitely didn’t treat it like a go button. Oh, no.
“You like that,” he whispered into her mouth.
“Yes,” was all she managed.
“Do you want my fingers inside you?”
“Yes.”
“Do you—”
“Damnit, Bran!” She grabbed his head, biting his bottom lip in her frustration, in her urgency. “Yes, yes, yes!”
This time she was sure he chuckled. But the laugh died in his throat when he pressed one finger inside her. She’d waited so long for that kind of stimulation, to be penetrated, to be filled, that her body gripped him fiercely.
“Just let me—” He didn’t finish. He didn’t need to. She’d let him do anything. Including letting him work a second finger inside her until she was stretched and full. Nerves that had been crying out for stimulation got exactly that.
“Bran…” She breathed his name when he pumped slowly. And then her ability to talk eluded her when slow pumping became faster, harder. In and out. Over and over again. The wet sounds of sex whispered inside the lighthouse, sliding against the metal walls and inside Maddy’s ears.
“Now, Maddy,” he said. “Now, babe. I want you to come for me. I wanna feel it.”
He ground the heel of his palm into the top of her sex, abrading her clitoris while simultaneously reaching up with his free hand to pinch her nipple. The instant he did, Maddy did as instructed. She muffled her scream in the crook of his shoulder and went off like an atom bomb, her orgasm blowing wave after wave of sweet, exquisite ecstasy through her until she lost track of where she was. Who she was. What she was other than a thing that was pure, incandescent bliss…
Chapter 19
10:02 p.m.…
Bran went off in his shorts.
Or at least it felt like he did. His dick pulsed rhythmically when Maddy’s body clamped around his fingers until his knuckles rubbed together. Then again, the throbbing, insistent ache of his balls drawn up tight against his body proved he hadn’t pulled the fifteen-year-old-boy-copping-his-first-feel routine, after all. He was still fully loaded, locked, stocked, and ready to rock. In the timeless words of Mr. Mellencamp, he hurt so good.
“That’s it, babe,” he encouraged when he could find his voice. He wiggled his fingers in a come-hither motion, rubbing the rough patch of swollen flesh inside her. “Ride it out.”
And she did. For long, torturous moments.
“Dear Lord,” she said huskily when the last shudders of orgasm washed through her, her body easing around him, her hands relaxing their grip on his shoulders. She had turned liquid in his arms, sinuous, warm, so utterly soft in her repletion.
“I wanna taste you, Maddy,” he whispered in her ear. He only had this one night, and he needed to experience it all. No shortcuts. No exits. The entire journey from start to finish. All the sights and sounds and smells and flavors of it.
Close as they were, with his fingers still buried inside her, he had no trouble feeling the shudder that shook her small frame. For a second he thought maybe he’d embarrassed her with his crudeness, his unapologetic honesty. But then she planted a kiss on his jaw near his ear and whispered, “So what’s stoppin’ you?”
Maddy was everything he’d hoped she’d be. Sweet, receptive, passionate, and a little bit raunchy. And funny. Even in the midst of sex, she was still funny. And fascinating. The most fascinating woman he’d ever met.
What has she done to me? This Texas tornado in a teacup package?
But he knew.
She had wormed her way into his life, into his dreams, and into his…heart.
And there it was. The flash of insight nearly blinded him with its brilliance. All those feelings he had for her that went beyond friendship and lust, those feelings that were bigger, deeper, wider were really all just one feeling. The simplest and most complex feeling of all.
Love.
He loved her.
He was in love with her. Little by little, day by day, email by email, he’d fallen more. And it’d happened so slowly, so subtly, that he hadn’t understood until right now.
So where does that leave me?
And perhaps it was a day for epiphanies because as soon as he asked himself the question, he knew the answer. It left him with this. This moment right here and now. This one time to hold the woman of his heart in his arms.