Into The Dragon's World - Brittany White Page 0,16

felt a wave of boldness washing over her, a need to do nothing more or less than give him the most pleasure he had ever experienced. “Or maybe you would rather I do this…”

With the very tip of her tongue, she flicked the swollen head of his cock, gazing up at him as he watched her, his teeth gritted as he fought for control. Encouraged, she gently wrapped her hand around the base of his cock, the feel of his skin like velvet against her palm, and gave the head another lick, slower this time, flattening her tongue against the tip.

“Casey…” He made that groaning growling sound again and she took him into her mouth, sealing her lips around the tip, gently stroking his shaft with one hand then the other. She began to move her head, slowly at first, and felt his fingers tangling in her hair. She glanced up again and saw that his eyes were closed, his mouth open and gasping.

Suddenly, she felt him pull back from her as he touched her cheek. Startled, she thought she might have done something wrong. For an eternal moment, all of her self-confidence and boldness shrank away. Why had she thought she could do this? What was she thinking?

“Not this way,” Brady said almost breathlessly. “Not yet.”

He pulled her up onto the couch and she straddled his lap, his hard length between them. She felt an itch deep inside her core, a need to be touched, penetrated, taken. Normal thought fled as she settled onto Brady’s legs, rising up slightly to look down into his eyes, bringing her breasts up to the level of his mouth.

He cupped her breasts in his hands, trapping her nipples between index finger and thumb, pinching just hard enough to make that inner itch pulse faster. His mouth went to them again, all swirling tongue and wet warmth, and Casey felt something like spasms deep inside her.

Enough of this. She needed more.

Brady sensed that need. He shifted, rolling her back onto the couch cushions, sliding his mouth over hers in a deep, hungry kiss. Casey could feel the head of his cock stroking her and wiggled against him, wanting all of it in one fast, powerful thrust. Brady held back, keeping the tip just at her entrance, stroking over and around her clit until she squirmed.

“Brady...please!” Casey thought she would die if he didn’t do something soon. She arched against him and, in one smooth motion, he slid into her, all of him. The surprise of it froze Casey. He felt even bigger inside her, long and thick and powerful, filling her up completely. Brady didn’t move for a moment, allowing her to acclimate herself to him.

He slipped an arm under her head and shoulders as the other was allowed to roam. Casey closed her eyes, lost for a moment as the heat of his hand traced over her breasts, her ribs, over her hip and around her buttocks. His touch relaxed her, and she felt herself opening up more to him as he cradled her close. He began to move, slowly at first, and she met each thrust, finding a rhythm that quickened with each stroke.

The rest of the world disappeared. All Casey knew was that Brady’s eyes were gazing into hers as he held himself just above her, the heat of his body, the hardness of his cock as he filled her. She felt the first stirrings of climax rising deep within, growing more intense with every touch of his hand, every deep, searching kiss.

And then it began, a rolling wave that tensed her muscles and took her breath away. She arched her back as she gasped, her hands moving to his ass, pulling him closer, deeper. His movements grew more desperate, almost frenzied, as her orgasm tipped him headlong into his own. His growl when he came sounded almost like a groan, helpless but satisfied.

As the last ripples of pleasure dissipated, Casey felt as if she’d had an out of body experience. She’d never been the type to jump into bed with a man, no matter how sexy or hot he was. There was something about Brady, though, that felt different. Almost fated. That might be an overly romantic way to think about it, but...that’s how it truly felt. Like he was supposed to come into her life at this exact time, and that they were doing exactly what fate intended them to do.

Despite that, she felt bashful when she managed to