Learning Curves - By Elyse Mady Page 0,41

and socks, flinging them away without regard for where they might land. He whipped her sweater over her head. The sight of her breasts straining against pink lace was almost too much for him. He had to taste them, suck them, lick them.

He bent his head, his hand working one lush mound from its fabric confine so that the dusky tip jutted forth, hard and aroused. He licked the bud and swirled it in his fingers, pressing it lightly, before taking it in his mouth and suckling gently. He was delighted by the sound of her breathy moans. Leanne thrashed on the bed, her arms braced against his faded duvet, her eyes squeezed shut.

Never releasing his hold on her breast, he reached behind her and fumbled for the clasp. She arched her back. The bra fell away, leaving her breasts free and begging for his touch, his mouth. He turned his attentions to the other tempting mound and gorged himself on her beautiful flesh.

Her hands worked at the band of his briefs, tugging them down over his ass. They caught on his cock, and he nearly came at the touch of her fingers as she freed him and drew the last remaining piece of clothing from his body. But he wanted to make sure that she came too.

And for that, he needed to gather what little control he still possessed.

But, God, it wasn’t easy. Because all that remained between his raging cock and her pulsing core was a pair of very sheer, very lacy panties. A mere triangle of fabric separating him from where he most wanted to be. Face-to-face, her breasts rubbing against the coarse hair on his chest, she writhed against him, and his mind shut down. He could smell her intimate musk, feel the wetness soaking through the lace as he rubbed his cock up and down her cleft, stimulating her clit, teasing her with the promise of his possession, even as he withheld what she so desperately wanted.

Fuck it.

Fuck her.

He reached for her hips and they surged from the bed, thrusting her pelvis against his. He tore the panties from her body and he heard something tear. He didn’t know what but he was beyond caring.

He wanted to taste her.

He wanted to finger her.

He wanted to do everything until she came and came and came.

Later. Now he needed to be inside.

It was that simple.

He lunged for the side table and scrabbled in the drawer for a condom. He tore the wrapper with his teeth and rolled it down over his cock.

“Please,” Leanne begged, her voice breathy, her hands straining against his shoulders. “Please, I need you.”

He needed her too.

He surged inside her, his cock filling her slick channel. Her eyes dilated until they looked almost black with her need. Then she began to move, thrusting her hips up to meet him, and there was nothing else to do but thrust into her. As deep and as full and as fast as he could. Her breathing was labored, her nails gouging sharp crescents into his back. The scarlet flush of her orgasm stained her throat as she gave way to its force; it gripped her and her pussy clenched around his cock like a vise.

He drove deeper and deeper and her cries of passion urged him on. He fucked her with everything he had, until it felt like he would split in two with the force of his desire. And still he pumped her, thrusting and straining, as her first orgasm ebbed and a second, even stronger, pulled her under once more. She screamed, the hoarse sound echoing in the room. As if it was the signal he’d been waiting for, he came, an endless, suspended moment, the indescribable feeling of release holding him in its thrall.

In the dark, Leanne could feel herself begin to cool as her mind slowly began to coalesce in the aftermath of driving need that had consumed her. Beside her, she could hear Brandon’s ragged breathing. His leg rested against hers, its rough hair brushing her. Her mouth was dry and chalky, and sweat began to cool on her skin. Stretching, she slid out of bed and looked down at his naked body reclining against the crumpled sheets.

Licking her parched lips, she said, “I need a glass of water. Do you want one too?”

She felt ridiculously self-conscious as she stood near the open doorway, suddenly aware of the way the hall light must be revealing her every figure flaw. One could overlook