out. At this rate, he was worried she would black out when he finally entered her with his cock.
Using his fingers to pull the cup of her bra down, he exposed her nipple to both the air and his gaze. Gorgeous. The small disk was puckered, the tip hard. He leaned down and sucked it into his mouth, flicking her nipple with his tongue.
Bex tried to squirm, but she was trapped between him and the back of the couch. “Jesus… Bracken… Oh, God.”
He smiled as he released her nipple with a small pop. “You like that, baby?”
Her face was flushed a deep red, and she nodded, biting into her lower lip. “Do it again.”
He gladly resumed his torment, shifting his weight so that he could reach the other breast. Thank God the material of her dress was stretchy and forgiving because he wanted to palm one breast while he suckled the other.
Her fingers slid down to his neck and she gripped him hard enough to leave marks. He didn’t care.
She arched her chest, her head tipped back, soft whimpers coming from her lips. So fucking sexy.
Taking a chance, he released her breast with his hand and slid his palm down her body and over her hip. He gripped her butt for a moment and then moved lower, his fingers on the back of her thigh.
She moaned, her hips lifting at the contact. Oh, God, yes. Jesus.
He pulled her knee up, settled it on his hip, and then smoothed his hand down along the back of her thigh until he reached the edge of her panties. Lace that probably matched her bra. When he cupped her pussy, he found her panties soaked and hot.
She cried out, her fingers digging deeper into his neck.
He dragged a finger along her folds, uncertain about continuing. He didn’t want to push her too far, but he really wanted to watch her come. Keeping her nipple in his mouth, he lifted his gaze, trying to gauge her reaction.
Her mouth was open, her eyes rolled back. She was panting. Suddenly, she let go of his neck and grabbed on to the back of the couch. Her knuckles were white from the effort, and he had to see her through this. She needed to come. He needed her to come.
Opting to slide his fingers under the edge of her panties at the crotch, he found her swollen, wet folds, gathered her arousal, and circled her clit.
She gasped, her hips bucking against him. Her body was shaking, which he hoped was a good sign. He gave her nipple a slight nip with his teeth and then released it to more fully watch her face.
She shuddered as he flicked her clit rapidly. The little nub was swollen and hot. He pinched it gently and then stroked his fingers through her slit. He wasn’t sure about entering her. He didn’t want to lose her if it freaked her out, but he did want to ensure she came. Hard.
He took a chance and eased one finger into her pussy, slowly, gently.
Jesus Christ, she was tight. His cock pressed against the zipper of his pants, pleading with him to no avail. It would have to stay behind the material tonight. No way was he going to worry her with an appearance from his erection.
She moaned as he eased in and out of her, reaching with two fingers to rub her clit again. It was growing hard to maintain contact with her wiggling so much. He had to grip her thigh with his forearm and hold her steady against his hip as she squirmed. Her head rolled back and forth, her breathing erratic.
When her body tensed, he doubled his efforts, thrumming over her clit as fast as he could, keeping one finger inside her. She stiffened entirely and stopped breathing. Two seconds later, she shuddered violently, crying out even louder as her orgasm took over.
He continued to finger her, keeping a close eye on her face until the spasms began to subside and she drew in a deep breath. Not wanting to make her cringe when her clit became too sensitive, he eased off it and slowly pulled his finger from inside her.
She was panting, unable to draw in enough oxygen as her body relaxed into the cushions. When she released her grip on the back of the couch, her hand fell onto her belly.
He nuzzled her breasts and drew in a deep inhale, filling his senses with the smell of her sex, her