She was starting to tremble and he moved his hand up and rubbed her upper chest, being careful to avoid her breasts. “Are you cold Bree?”
“Yes.” She whispered. She shifted backwards. Her soft ass pressed snugly against his cock and he groaned lightly.
“What’s wrong?”
“Nothing.” He cleared his throat roughly and willed his cock to behave itself. It was useless. As though it had a mind of its own, his cock stiffened and pressed against her ass. She inhaled sharply and made a soft noise in the back of her throat.
“I’m sorry.” He groaned.
“Don’t be.” She whispered. “I – I like it.”
His hand, which was pressing lightly against her upper chest, drifted down to her hip and squeezed tightly. She squirmed against him, and they both gasped when his cock pressed between her ass cheeks.
“James, please…” She moaned softly.
She didn’t want him to take her virginity and he wouldn’t. He could just make her come; it would help her heal and sleep he rationalized, as his cock swelled and throbbed against her.
She was moving restlessly against him and he reached up and cupped her breast. She groaned and arched her back, and he pulled lightly on her nipple.
“I’m going to make you feel good my love.” He whispered into her ear. “It will help you heal. Okay?”
Her stomach clenched painfully and she sighed. He was only doing this to help her heal. She took a deep breath as his hand left her breast and brushed against her abdomen. She would tell him to stop. She wanted him badly but she didn’t want his pity. Just holding her would be enough to help her heal.
Before she could ask him to stop, his hand was sliding between her thighs and he was cupping her warm sex. His fingers rubbed gently at her clit and pleasure exploded in her body. She moaned loudly, and made no move to stop him when he took her thigh and lifted it over his hip. She was completely open to him now and he explored her leisurely, his fingers running through the soft blonde curls before stroking the lips of her pussy.
“Oh…” She sighed as his other hand slid under her and cupped her breast. He placed warm, open-mouth kisses on her neck and shoulder as he rubbed her clit until she was wet and slippery.
“Does that feel good honey?” He whispered into her ear.
“Yes, oh yes.” She panted.
His fingers pulled and tweaked her nipple, as he rubbed his cock against her ass and his thumb against her clit. He slipped one finger into her tight opening. She moaned and thrust her hips at him, and he hurriedly removed his finger. She was warm and deliciously tight. If he continued to touch her like that he wouldn’t be able to stop himself from taking her, despite his promise not to.
She turned her face towards him and he kissed her full mouth. She slipped her tongue hesitantly into his mouth and he sucked hard on it. She shuddered and clutched at his forearm as he pinched her clit lightly before rubbing it again.
She was getting close. Her entire body was trembling and heaving against him, and her pale face had flushed with pleasure. He rubbed harder, watching her sweet face as she closed her eyes and arched her body. She bit at her bottom lip as her body first tensed and then bucked wildly against him. He continued to rub her clit until she collapsed against his hard body, and then he slid his hand up and cupped her breast.
“Gods…” She muttered weakly.
“How do you feel?” He murmured.
“Good.” She sighed. “I feel so good.” Already her eyes were slipping shut and her body relaxing as she drifted towards sleep.
He smiled a little and ignored his throbbing cock. “Go to sleep honey.”
“Okay.” She agreed sleepily.
“Bree?” He whispered into her ear.
“Hmm?”
“Who’s Kaden?” He held his breath, hoping she would be too sleepy and relaxed to lie to him.
“My brother.” She closed her eyes and slept.
Chapter 13
She was underneath him, her soft thighs spread wide and her tiny hands gripping his waist tightly. He was deep inside of her and she was as wet and tight as he had dreamed she would be. Her soft cries and moans of excitement were making his cock twitch, and he groaned loudly and cupped her breast, squeezing it roughly.
She whispered his name and he leaned down to kiss her. Her hair was in her face and he tried to brush it away, frowning when more appeared. Her hair was everywhere, wrapped around his throat and plastered against his face and he frowned again. What was happening?
She said his name again; this time there was a thread of alarm in it.
“Don’t be afraid.” He tried to whisper but her hair was in his mouth, choking him and he couldn’t –