I Crave You - C.C. Wood Page 0,70

neck and behind my shoulder. My breath trembled as his finger trailed over the v-neck of the tee. Then, his hand moved lower and the tip of his finger circled my hard nipple.

I was taking that as an all-systems go.

I sat up, but before I could grab Brody as I intended, he flipped me around so that I faced the back of the couch with my knees on the cushions.

His chest was plastered against my back and he crowded me against the pillows. I could feel the hard ridge of his erection against my ass and I ground back against him.

Apparently, I wasn't the only one turning into a sex fiend.

Brody's mouth latched onto the spot where my neck met my shoulder and I shuddered.

"Please tell me you were squirming every few seconds because you wanted me to do something like this," he said as his hands slipped beneath the hem of the t-shirt to cup my breasts.

I made a noise in my throat when his fingers tugged at my nipples. The surface of the couch was cool against the heated skin of my stomach.

"And this fucking shirt has been driving me crazy all night. I could see your nipples through it as soon as you put it on." One of his hands moved down my torso until he cupped me between my legs. "And you're already wet."

I spread my legs wider as he ran the pad of his finger over my clit. Suddenly, his hands left me and the shirt disappeared from my body. His weight pushed against my upper back until my hard nipples hit the couch and I gasped at the sensation. The microsuede was smooth and cool, like velvet. When Brody moved, the tips of my breasts scraped against the material.

He reached between us and suddenly the silky athletic shorts were gone. I heard a condom wrapper being ripped open. His knuckles brushed against me as he rolled it on.

I arched my back when he put one hand on my hip and tipped my pelvis upward. My breath hitched as the tip of his cock probed my entrance. In one long, slow motion, he thrust inside. I braced myself against the back of the sofa and met the slam of his hips.

Brody wrapped his right arm around my waist and cupped my left breast as his mouth moved back to my neck.

I leaned my head back and reached up to cup the back of his neck. In this position, I could only take what he gave me. His left hand descended to my clit. He gave it a couple of light taps and I gasped at the sensation. I'd never had a man do that to me before. A zing of electricity shot through me, starting from my clit.

I moaned as he did it again. His finger stopped tapping and began circling. I moaned and slammed my hips back harder against his. The angle was deeper in this position.

My fingers curled into the cushions on the back of the couch and I couldn't catch my breath. My legs shook as the pleasure built and built.

Brody slowed down, his thrusts still steady and deep but not quickly enough to push me over the edge.

"Do not stop," I panted.

He bit the side of my throat and chuckled against my skin. It was a wicked sound. "I didn't stop. I'm taking my time."

My right hand released the back of the couch and I reached for his hair, tugging it hard. "Do not tease me right now, Broderick Murphy. I'm not kinky enough to get off on orgasm denial."

"Hmmm..." he hummed low in his throat. "That sounds interesting. We should definitely explore that concept." His hips picked up speed and he slammed into me over and over as he increased the pressure of his finger on my clit. "Later."

I didn't hear a word he said after that because I came so hard I saw stars.

My head fell forward to the back of the couch as my body shuddered over and over. I was vaguely aware that Brody stopped moving in and out of me and that the grip of his fingers on my hips grew bruising. He groaned and his body finally relaxed.

Brody rested his forehead between my shoulder blades and I could feel the warm gusts of air from his mouth as he tried to gain control over his breathing.

My legs shook as a final spasm gripped me. Would it be like this every time we came together? If