“God, yes.” Each word was a long, heated breath.
“If I go too far, just tell me to stop. I promise not to do anything you don’t want to.” No matter how difficult it is for me.
She lifted his hand to her breast and put her arm around his neck, pulling him into another rough kiss. Her mouth was hot and wet, her breasts soft, her nipples hard, and the combination of the feminine lace and her insistent, thrusting tongue spurred him forward. He lifted her to the bed and laid her on her back. Jesus, she was even more exquisite lying there in her sexy lingerie than he’d ever imagined. She slipped off her heels as he came down upon her and pulled the strap of her bra down her arm, freeing her beautiful breast. He ran his tongue over the taut peak, teasing her as his other hand groped her trapped breast. Brianna writhed beneath him, and he took her breast in his mouth, loving and sucking as his other hand slid down her belly to between her thighs. She arched against his hand as he slid his fingers beneath the damp fabric and into her silky, wet center.
Brianna moaned as he stroked her slow and deep, his thumb teasing her swollen nub. Her nails dug into his shoulders. His erection throbbed beneath his slacks, and in one swift move he lowered himself to her waist and ripped her thong down.
“Yes,” she panted.
His tongue found her center, and her knees fell open. Hugh licked her sweetness fast and hard. His hands slid beneath her ass and lifted her up, allowing him to taste more of her, to thrust his tongue deeper; then he took her clit between his teeth and teased her with the tip of his tongue. She cried out, and he lowered her back to the bed and slid his finger inside, licking and teasing until he felt her muscles tighten around him and she arched back, slamming her eyes closed and gripping the sheets in fisted hands. He plunged deeper, faster, taking her over the edge. Her hips rocked against him as she filled the room with his name. Every tight pulsation was stronger than the next. Instead of bringing her down slowly, Hugh withdrew his fingers midorgasm. She whimpered again, and he brought his tongue to her once again.
Brianna sucked in a breath. “Oh God, oh God, oh God.”
Within seconds, she was in the throes of another powerful release. Hugh loved watching her come apart. He gripped her hips again and licked her harder, until she was breathless, panting.
“No more…please.”
He honored her wish and slid up her body, unhooking her bra and tossing it to the floor before pushing her breasts together and taking them both in his mouth. She buried her hands in his hair and arched into him again. Hugh couldn’t help but reach down and tease her again. She was so swollen. He couldn’t wait to be inside her, but first he teased her to the edge again, sinking his teeth just below her breast while he rubbed one nipple between his index finger and thumb and thrust his fingers into her center. She cried out, and he captured it in his mouth.
“Come for me, baby.”
She shook her head against the mattress.
He withdrew his fingers, keeping his promise to stop if she asked him to. “No?”
With her eyes closed, she reached down and thrust his hand back where it had been. He smiled and kissed her again, stroking her softly between her legs without entering her. She moaned into his mouth again, and he wanted to bury himself inside her. Not yet. One more time. She pushed his hand, urging him inside, but he continued teasing, feeling her swell beneath his touch.
“Come for me now, Bree. You can do it.”
She shook her head. “Need…you,” she panted. “In me.”
“No, you don’t. You can do this.” He moved down her body and licked the inside of her thighs, the sensitive area beside her sex, while he teased her with his fingers; then he brought his tongue to her again in long, slow strokes, lapping against the spot that made her body visibly shudder.
“Hugh,” she whispered.
He licked her again, focusing his attention on that secret spot, until she clenched her teeth and threw her head back. Her knees clasped against his head and every blessed pulse landed on his lips.
Chapter Nineteen
BRIANNA BLINKED THROUGH the fireworks that exploded behind her eyelids. Her limbs battled fire and fatigue. Hugh’s face came into view, and she pulled his lips to hers. Hugh kissed her sensuously, his tongue running over every inch of her mouth, as if he were trying to memorize the map of it. She ran her hands through his thick hair, and he felt so right, so familiar, yet also new and different. She drew back and searched his eyes, finding the same lustful desires she felt churning within her, and then, in the next breath, even more emotion. A deeper longing, akin to the emotions she’d been trying to tamp down for fear of scaring him away.
“Let me touch you,” she whispered.
He kissed her again, shimmying out of his pants and briefs and tossing them to the floor. He brushed her hair away from her face. “You don’t have to.”
“I want to.” She kissed him and urged him onto his back. She’d been thinking about touching him since he’d taken off his shirt. She ran her fingers along his rippled stomach and realized that she’d never been with a real man—and Hugh was one hundred percent solid masculinity. She slid her body on top of his and kissed him as he’d kissed her, deep, hard, and commanding. And it felt damn good. She’d held back for so long, and with Hugh, she wanted to let it all go. She kissed the whiskers that peppered the chiseled line of his jaw and ran her tongue in the dip of his adorable dimples, which softened his intense features. She’d never explored a man’s body, and as she slid farther down and touched his nipples, she wanted to kiss them. She glanced at Hugh, and his eyes were closed, so she lowered her mouth to his nipple and it pebbled beneath her tongue. He moaned and ran his hands along her arms, fueling her desire to taste the other one. She covered his nipple with her mouth and licked, then sucked. His chest tensed and his heartbeat sped up beneath her touch. She never imagined a man would like that a much as a woman. Brianna realized that she had a lot to learn, and the thought sent a rush of heat through her as her hands traveled down his perfectly sculpted torso to his powerful thighs. His formidable erection lifted from his belly, and she hovered above it. She’d been with only two men in her life. The first boy she thought she loved, her sophomore year in college, and then Layla’s father, Todd. Sex had been fast and efficient with both. Never had anyone done the things Hugh had just done to her, and she’d never done what she was considering now as she looked at the length of him and knew she could never get it all in her mouth. She should have asked Kat for pointers.
Brianna closed her eyes and let her heart take the lead. She kissed his hip, his massive thigh, then moved her hands to his shaft and wrapped her fingers around him. He was so thick that she had to see for herself the distance between her fingertips. She ran her tongue from base to tip and felt him shudder beneath her. She smiled, wanting to please him as much as he’d pleased her. Now she wished she’d spent at least a little time learning something more about sex. She always figured things would happen naturally, but she felt lost. She licked him again and he groaned. There was no hiding her lack of finesse as she paused again. Her mind screamed, Just do it! But her heart told her she needed guidance, and she wanted that to come from Hugh. With his careful hands and thoughtful eyes, she felt safe to explore with him.
Hugh opened his eyes and touched her cheek. “Come here,” he whispered.
She joined him, feeling her cheeks flush.
“You don’t need to do that, Bree. I just want to be close to you.” He kissed her softly.
“I want to. I’ve just never done it before.” She searched his eyes for the slightest hint of laughter, but they were filled with warmth.
He came up on one elbow and pulled her against him. “Oh, baby.”
Brianna took a deep breath and closed her eyes, then whispered, “Show me?”
“Bree, you really don’t have to.” He drew back and took her face in his hands. “I wanted to love you and make you feel good. I don’t expect anything in return.”
When she looked into his eyes, she saw that he was telling her the truth. He didn’t expect a damn thing, but she wanted to touch him, to taste him, to be as close to him as he was to her. “I want to. I want to be close to you and make you feel good, too. I just…” She looked down.
“You sure?”
She nodded. He took her hand in his and wrapped it around his hard length. His hand was warm and big, engulfing hers entirely. He kissed her cheek and whispered, “Lick me. Get me wet.”
She slid down the bed and licked the length of him again; then she wrapped her hand around him again, and he wrapped his hand over hers and gently squeezed.
“Lick the top,” he whispered.
She lowered her head and licked the tip as he moved her hand in tight strokes; then she took the whole head in her mouth. He moaned, still guiding each stroke as she teased him with her tongue.
“Jesus, Bree. You don’t need any help.”
She took him in deeper, and he moved her hand down, cupping his balls. His other hand tangled in her hair, and he rocked his hips, moving himself in and out of her mouth. Brianna was surprised to feel the heat between her thighs increase and swell with desire. She licked the length of him again, then ventured lower, licking his balls. They tightened beneath her tongue, and Hugh sucked in a breath. She did it again, enjoying the empowering feeling and the way it made her pulse ratchet up. She wrapped her hand around the base, and his hand fell away as she buried him in her mouth. She took him as deep as she could, then sucked as she drew him out slowly, centering her attention on the tip, while her hand continued long, luxurious strokes. His other hand found her head again and urged her faster, deeper. When she felt his erection grow a fraction harder, she pulled back, exposing his wet shaft to the cool air. He groaned, a guttural, hungry sound that spurred her on. She moved between his legs and licked his balls, stroking him with her hand. She watched him clench his jaw and close his eyes.