He quirked an eyebrow at her. “Copulation?”

Oh God. Had she turned him off with her cerebral discussion of a primitive urge? “Fucking?”

“I prefer making love.” He grinned. “And you’re right about the scent.” He inhaled her essence deeply through his nose. “Definitely a turn on.”

His cal oused fingertips found the hood of skin covering her clit. He exposed the swol en nub buried within and, using a second finger, stroked her to climax in seconds. She cried out, her thighs quivering as the sensation rippled through her body. How did he do that?

“You come so easily.” He kissed the inside of her thigh. “Definitely a turn on.” She couldn’t lift her head to look at him, but could hear the smile in his voice.

She didn’t usual y come so quickly. Usual y when a man was in control, she never reached climax. Brian was a genius with those fingers of his. And not just as a guitarist.

“You’re amazing,” she gasped.

“Al those solos.” His finger stroked her again and she shuddered.

“Feel free to practice on me any time.”

He chuckled. “I’m not sure you want to offer that.”

She was one hundred and one percent sure that she did.

His hair brushed the insides of her thighs as he lowered his head. She tensed again. He sucked her clit into his mouth and stroked it with the tip of his tongue.

“Oh God,” she groaned. He was good at this, too?

Brian continued sucking and stroking her with his tongue. Her pu**y throbbed in protest of its neglect. She wanted him inside her so bad. His big, beautiful c**k pounding her fast and hard. She couldn’t take any more. She had to have him. She grabbed a handful of his hair and pul ed him away from the glorious things he was doing to her clit. “Take me, Brian,” she said. “Now.”

“Not yet.”

If demands didn’t work, perhaps begging would earn his mercy. “Please. Please, Brian. I ache with wanting you inside me.”

His fingers traced the slippery rim of her eager opening. “You want me in here?”

She shifted her hips, wil ing to accept even his fingers inside her. Anything to fil that aching emptiness. He drew his hand away, leaving her wanting. “You’re dripping wet, baby. Has it been a while since you’ve been f**ked properly?”

She wasn’t sure if she’d ever been f**ked properly. She knew she’d never been this turned on in her life. “You’re cruel.” She pouted.

“If I was being cruel, you’d know it. Let go of my hair and trust me to satisfy you.”

She released his hair, lifted her head and looked down at him. “I’m sorry.”

“Don’t apologize. My c**k is cal ing me every sort of a son of a bitch right now. He wants to be inside you twice as much as you want him there.”

“Impossible.”

He grinned. “He’l wait for a few more minutes though. Can you handle that?”

“Just a few?”

He nodded.

“I’l try.” Some of her building excitement had dissipated. She wished she hadn’t stopped him now. She relaxed onto the bed and gripped handfuls of the sheets to prevent herself from pul ing his hair again.

He doesn’t want you, Myrna. Who’d want a cheating whore?

Shut up, Jeremy.

Brian lowered his head and drew his tongue along the inside of her labia, flicked it across her anus and then trailed it back up the other side.

“Nnggnn,” she groaned.

He sucked her clit back into his mouth and her hips bucked involuntarily. While he sucked her and stroked her with his tongue, his fingers traced the rim of her vaginal opening, never dipping inside, just teasing her to the point of tears. He kept her at the brink of orgasm. Whenever her breath would hitch as she approached release, he’d pause in his torment until she settled down again. Her need for him intensified with each increasing peak.

When she was convinced she was going to die, he slid two fingers inside her.

She cried out, her back arching. He curled his fingers and pressed up inside her, slowly withdrawing until she screamed with release. He rubbed that perfect spot inside until her legs trembled and her thighs clamped together over his hand. He knew how to find a g-spot? Ah, God. Gifted. The man was sexual y gifted. Myrna forced herself to relax her leg lock on his hand. When her body stopped quaking, he removed his fingers and slid from the end of the bed.

“Don’t get up,” he said.

He left her lying there, dazed. He was done? He didn’t want her? Fighting tears of rejection, she watched him search the floor for his clothes. His hard c**k jutted before him, thickly veined and straining. Did he find her so repulsive that he’d just leave while stil in that condition?

Brian bent to retrieve his pants—giving Myrna a spectacular view of his perfect, bare ass—and fished a condom out of his pocket. Her breath caught. He tore the package open with his teeth and unrol ed the condom over his cock. Such a shame to cover its perfection from her view, but it meant…

He climbed back onto the bed and settled his narrow hips between her thighs.

“You want me?” she whispered around the knot in her throat.

“Did you seriously just ask me that?” He brushed her hair from her damp cheeks and kissed her tenderly. His lips tasted and smel ed like her. So intimate. He lifted his head to stare into her eyes. “I think the question is do you stil want me, or did I overdo it a little?”

“I stil want you. So much,” she whispered. “I’m not sure I can move though.”

He grinned crookedly. “I’l do al the moving at first.”

He rocked his hips forward, probing for her opening without using his hands for guidance. When he found her, he slid into her slowly, holding her shoulders as he burrowed deeper and deeper.

“Mmmmm,” he murmured and buried his face in her neck. “Certified Grade A.”

Her brow creased. “What?”

“Nothing.”

His strokes were slow and deep. Slow and deep. Slow and deep. Stretching her wide, withdrawing. He more than fil ed her. She’d never been with a man as wel -endowed as he was. Perhaps it was his size that thril ed her. Nope, definitely the way he used it. She groaned—her excitement building again. His quiet gasps in her ear sent her lust spiraling out of control. Her hands moved to his ass, digging into his flesh as she bucked her hips against him. His gasps grew shaky and punctuated. His strokes faster and harder. And harder. And harder. Harder. God yes, harder. Make me feel you, Brian. Drive everything away but you. Myrna’s head banged into the headboard. “Ow.”




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