Fate (Steel Brothers Saga #13) - Helen Hardt Page 0,59
her breasts, sucking on each nipple and relishing her sweet moans. I didn’t want to leave her breasts, but my dick had other ideas. I moved downward, trailing my lips over her flat abdomen to her nest of black curls.
I inhaled.
Sweet Daphne.
Her panties still separated me from paradise. I was determined to be gentle, but when I slid my fingers under the band of her panties, I acted on instinct. I ripped the string bikini and pulled them off her.
“Brad!” she gasped.
“I told you the first time I wanted to rip your clothes off.”
“I remember.”
“I’ll buy you more panties.”
“I don’t care. I don’t care, Brad. Just… Please, just…”
I gazed between her legs. Her glistening pussy was beautiful. I blew on it softly, and she squirmed. “Please what, baby?”
“I want you. I want something. I just want… Please…”
“Tell me,” I said softly against her hot flesh. “Tell me what you want, baby.”
Chapter Forty-One
Daphne
What did I want? How could I describe it? I could say I wanted him to fuck me. True, but so crass. I could say I wanted the moon and the stars. Also true, but metaphorical and ridiculous. I could say I wanted him to cherish me, but we’d known each other for only a week.
I cherished him, though. I cherished him more than I had anything so far in my eighteen years.
“Tell me, baby,” he said again.
“I feel so…warm and delicious inside. I want to feel everything, Brad. I want you to show me.”
He spread my legs farther apart and kissed the insides of my thighs. “I knew it,” he said. “So sweet.”
Then he stroked between my legs with his tongue.
And I burst into flames.
Such intense physical and emotional pleasure coursed through me, and we’d only just begun. I inhaled swiftly and sharply, letting the delicious tingle flow through my veins and out my fingertips, as if I were setting it free into the universe.
He glided his tongue over the entrance to my vagina again and then again. I squirmed on the bed, my hips moving of their own accord, searching for, searching for…
“Oh!”
He touched his tongue to my clitoris, and I nearly shattered. Such intensity! I’d never masturbated. I had no idea what pleasure awaited me.
He would show me. Brad would show me.
“Do that again,” I begged.
“I have to… God, Daphne, I need to get inside you.”
“Do it, then. Make me feel everything. Please.”
“I want you to come first. I don’t want to hurt you.”
“I don’t care. I need you inside me. I need it, Brad. Please.”
“Are you sure?” he asked once more. “It might hurt. You might bleed.”
“I know all that, and yes, I’m sure. Take me. Take me now.”
He fidgeted for a few seconds and then crawled up my body, took my mouth with his, and thrust into me.
I moaned softly, relishing the fullness. No more empty ache. Only Brad. And me. And Brad inside of me.
He broke the kiss. “I’m sorry,” he whispered against my ear. “I went quickly to get the pain over with.”
Pain? Right, there was supposed to be pain. I didn’t feel any pain. Only fullness. Only the strong knowledge that he was supposed to be there, inside me.
“I’m okay,” I said. “It feels good.”
“Thank God, because I have to do that again.” He pulled out and then thrust back in. “I couldn’t wait any longer, but I swear, Daphne, I’ll take care of you after this.”
“It’s okay. I want this. I love this.”
He pulled out and pushed in once more and then again. And again and again. His thrusts became quicker as his groans became louder, and somehow in the mass of quivering feelings bubbling through me, something clicked.
My clitoris. He was hitting it somehow, and oh my God, something big was coming. Something big.
“Fuck!” He thrust into me, and instead of pulling back out, he stayed there, embedded so deeply. His dick pulsated inside me.
Several seconds later, he pulled out and rolled over onto his side. “Baby, you’re amazing.”
I hadn’t done much, but I wasn’t going to argue with him. “So are you. It was wonderful.”
And oh, it had been. Just the fullness. The beauty of it all. The joining of two bodies. The joining of two people who cared so much for each other.
He pulled a condom off his dick—when had he put it on?—rose, and threw it into the wastebasket. I lay on the bed, basking in the afterglow. Had I come? I wasn’t sure. All I knew was that this was the most important thing that