Into The Dragon's World - Brittany White Page 0,15

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Casey felt herself being turned sideways on the couch, stretched out on the cushions as Brady maneuvered himself between her thighs. He lifted one leg up and over the back of the couch, slipping his arms beneath her legs and curling them around each thigh. She managed to open her eyes when she felt his breath against the sensitive flesh of her core.

“How much do you want this?” he asked, brushing against her skin with each movement of his lips.

“Brady…” She managed to get the one word out before his tongue flicked lightly, teasingly, against her clit. She raised her hips involuntarily, one hand gripping the back of the couch as the other hand tangled in his hair, urging him closer. She felt rather than heard him chuckle at her desperation.

Then, nothing else mattered as he swirled his tongue over and around her, filling her with two, then three fingers, slowly driving them in deeper as his mouth sucked and licked at her. He devoured her, replacing his fingers with his tongue for a few thrusts, using his nose, his chin, his lips in ways Casey had never dreamed. It felt like only moments before she felt that rising, grasping need building inside her. Brady sensed it and clamped his lips around her clit as he filled her again with his fingers, sucking and tickling as she came in great heaving waves, crying out as she gasped for breath.

When she came to herself again, Brady was sitting beside her on the couch, gazing at her with the most satisfied grin on his face. It was the smile of a man who knew he was good at pleasing women. The smile of a man who managed to keep control of himself even as he made her lose hers.

Casey maneuvered herself into a sitting position. With her eyes locked on his, she slid out of her bra, her breasts feeling swollen and heavy, aching for his hands. He waited expectantly, that small smile curling the corner of his mouth. His erection strained almost painfully against his jeans.

Time to fix that, Casey thought.

“This isn’t fair,” she said quietly, drawing the tips of her fingernails through the dark blond mat of hair on his chest. “Here I am completely naked, and you’re still half-dressed.”

He made a sound like a growl low in his throat. It sparked another ripple of pleasure between her thighs.

She slipped down to her knees and crawled between his legs, just as he had done to her. He raised his eyebrows in faint surprise, silently watching every move she made. Casey leaned forward until the tips of her breasts barely touched the hair on his chest. She raised her face to Brady’s, her lips slightly parted, teasing his lower lip, the corner of his mouth.

He waited.

Casey felt his hands on her hips and knew that he wanted to let them rove over her body. She wanted that, too, but not before she tortured him as thoroughly as he had tortured her.

Pulling back slightly, she swept her hair over, letting it fall down past her shoulders, veiling her breasts and tickling his chest. She traced her hands over his chest and down his stomach to the open V of his jeans. He raised himself off the couch slightly and she tugged his pants off just as he had removed hers, boxer briefs and all.

For a moment, she just took in the sight of him. Undressed, he was as perfectly muscled as the statue of David. His legs were long and nicely muscled, furred with the same dark blond hair as his chest. Casey couldn’t resist herself and allowed her palms to pet the tops of his thighs, moving upward to the part of him that had fully captured her attention.

She smiled softly and lowered her head slightly, until the head of his cock was almost at her lips. Casey raised her gaze up to his, thrilled by the fierce need she saw in his eyes.

“So, what do you want me to do now?” she asked softly, echoing his earlier tease. She brought her hair forward and draped it over his cock, tickling him, curling it along the shaft. He closed his eyes, a half-smile on his lips. “Something like this maybe…”

She touched him with nothing but her hair, using it like a brush along his length, leaning in close enough for him to feel her breath on his skin. He shifted, trying to get closer.

“Uh-uh, Mr. Markonian...you started this game.” Casey