by Lea Hart
“I see that,” he responded. “That’s what attracted me to you. You’re a bright light with fierce intelligence and humor.”
She gave him one more kiss and then scooted away from him. A moment’s panic rose in his chest. Was she going to leave?
She stood up and dropped the towel. “I feel a lot better now that I’ve told you everything. So…” Her hand went to the tie of her bikini and she unknotted it. “I want you to show me your super-ninja sex skills.”
He watched her bikini top fall to the ground and felt his heart slam against his chest. Claire was fucking perfect. Her generous breasts made his fingers tingle and his mouth water. He was about to stand and she put her hand up in a stop motion. Swallowing loudly, he nodded, because his ability to speak had pretty much vanished.
“I want you to teach me.” She put both of her hands into her bottoms and pushed them down her legs.
He couldn’t control himself for a second longer and stood in one fluid motion. When he was off the lounge chair, she stepped back. “Claire…” She kicked off the bottoms and stood before him completely naked, completely desirable in the moonlight.
God, in fact, had blessed him, and he would never ask for another thing for as long as he lived because all he would ever want, all he would ever need was standing before him. “Thank you.”
She slid her small hands onto her curvy hips and grinned. “I just realized I have nothing to worry about because I have no idea what I’m doing. You, on the other hand, are in charge of this escapade. So, if doesn’t turn out well, we can blame you. After all, you’re the one with all the experience.”
“Not a problem, Claire.” He scooped her up, turned toward the house, and was probably grinning like an idiot. “I got some good sheets and washed them a bunch of times, so not only am I going to make you happy and satisfied, but you’re going to enjoy that soft cotton beneath your very fine ass.”
Holding his neck tightly, she leaned up and kissed his cheek. “Now you own me.”
As he strode down the hall with Claire naked as the day she was born, laughing in his arms, he figured he could die a happy man. Every happiness he would ever hope for was here.
CHAPTER TWELVE
Friday Evening
Brady had shed his wet swim trunks and stood before her in the middle of his bedroom. There was a wall of windows that faced the lake and the bright moonlight filled the room. “Can anyone see us?” Claire asked as she turned away from the windows.
“Would I let you stand there bare-ass naked if I thought anyone could see?”
“I don’t know. Maybe you’re into public sex and the idea of being seen turns you on.”
“For a person who claims to not have much experience, you sure know a lot of facts.”
“Research. There’s this thing called the internet and it’s got all kinds of information available.” When he started laughing, she relaxed. Which she desperately needed. Brady’s naked glory was a lot to take in. The man was all solid, cut muscle with his wide shoulders, defined chest, and ripped abs. Not to mention the very sexy, happy trail that led to the promised land. And what a promised land it was. It was intimidating pressing against his tight boxer briefs, but inviting at the same time. The fact that he’d put them on after he got out of his trunks was very sweet. He must’ve sensed that she needed a hot minute to get used to things, and for that she was grateful. “Speaking of facts…is it possible that your tab A is not going to fit in my slot B?”
“Nope.” He took a step in her direction and then slowly walked in a circle around her, his gaze raking over every inch. “You’re so fucking beautiful.”
“Thank you, Brady.” Fidgeting, she tried not to feel embarrassed at his frank appraisal and purely masculine smile.
He took her hand and led her over to the chaise that sat directly in front of the window. “No bed?” she asked curiously.
“Later,” he replied as he sat down and pulled her onto his lap.
“Oh…okay.” She sat on his bare thighs, facing him, with her knees on either side of his hips. Taking a deep breath in, she rested her hand against the smattering of hair that covered his chest. Running her fingers through the coarse patch, she found herself wanting to run her mouth over his skin. What did he taste like?
“The first thing I want to do is see what you feel like,” he said. “I have a big learning curve ahead of me and I want to get started on understanding what makes you come…”
His warm, strong hands moved up her legs and she wondered what he was going to do. When his fingers moved closer to her center, she felt her clit throb. “Oh.”
His hot gaze slid down her body and he grinned. “See, I’m learning something already…you seem to like my touch.”
“Uh-huh,” she muttered as he pressed his thumbs firmly against her sex.
“Yeah, definitely like my touch. You just soaked my finger.”
She grabbed onto his shoulders and dug her nails in as a moan escaped. His fingers slid along her slit and back up to the bundle of nerves and all she could think of was…more. She arched against his skillful fingers as her body chased some unknown sensation. He slowly moved his finger back and forth. “I think you’re teasing me.”
“Yeah, I might be. Is there something you want, darlin’…something you need?”
“Oh, God, Brady. Make me come.”
“All you had to do was ask.”
Before she realized what he was doing, he clamped his hands around her waist and tipped her backward so that her entire upper body was available. She was completely open to him as he draped her legs over his. His big hand pushed them apart and his mouth descended on the inside of her thigh. God, the feel of his wet mouth was so erotic. It sent shockwaves, sending her mind spinning. “Brady.”
“You said you wanted to come.”
She lifted her head, saw his sexy smirk, and flopped back down. Waving her hand around, she laughed. “Ruin me, devour me, leave nothing but my bones. Do what you must.” His laughter broke the tension that was coiling over her limbs as she laughed along with him.
“Guess I got my marching orders.” He lifted her legs over his shoulders and licked his lips. “I’ve been dreamin’ of eating your sweet pussy and it’s hard to believe I finally get to.” He lowered his head and his mouth was on her in an instant.
The open, greedy kiss made her cry out with pleasure. The feeling was so intense, her back arched. “Sweet Lord, that’s amazing.” His tongue stroked along her cleft and swirled around her clit, once, twice, and then finally he caught the bud between his lips and sucked hard. Moaning loudly, she drove her hands into his short hair.
One hand held her thighs open, the other snaked up her body, and he lightly pinched her nipple. It was like a direct line to her pulsing clit and her body shuddered. God, he was torturing her with pleasure. The lashing of his tongue across her nerve-laden folds was bliss and a perfect counterpoint to the scrape of his nails across her tender nipple. The term “hurts so good” suddenly made sense for the first time in her life.
Just when she thought she was going to explode, he incited her higher, keeping her just on the precipice of release. “Please,” she moaned.
He doubled his efforts. His mouth and tongue slid over her folds, he pushed two fingers deep inside her, and she blessedly flew apart. The orgasm that crashed through her body was so intense that stars burst across her vision and she fell into sweet oblivion.
Lying in the moonlight, she felt drunk and wonderfully sated. Her heart was hammering against her chest and her mind was blissfully blank. When she managed to open an eye, she saw Brady standing before her, completely naked. Gloriously, magnificently naked. Her eyes grazed over his impressive erection as he covered it in a condom. When he gave her a satisfied wink, she figured he’d earned it. “Do other people know about this?”
Leaning down, he took one of her hands and pulled her up. “You mean what we just did?”
“Yes, because if they do, how do they ever leave the
house? As far as I can tell, I’m never going to want to do anything else.”
“Darlin’, we just got started. By the time I’m done with you, you’re going to want to lock us up in this room.” He sat down and grinned. “Come on up here and straddle my lap. I want you to ride me.”
“Like a horse?”
“Kind of. You’re worried about size, so this gives you all the control. You can take as much of me as you can.”
“Well, you are the teacher.” She did as he asked and situated herself on his thighs so that her sex was only inches away from his cock. Which seemed much bigger and broader up close. “Seeing our bodies like this is making my desire ignite all over again. I don’t know how that’s possible, considering how sated I was a couple of minutes ago, but there it is.”
“That orgasm was just the appetizer. It made you all soft and wet.” He slid his fingers into her core and spread the moisture around. “You ready, Claire?”
Nodding, she grinned. “Sure.”
He placed his hands on her waist and lifted her up on her knees. “Slide the head of my cock through your pussy to get it good and wet before I fuck you,” he said huskily.
Shivering at his dirty command, she wrapped her fingers around his length and rubbed the broad tip through her slippery folds before positioning him at her entrance. “I’m ready, Brady. I don’t think I’ve ever been properly fucked before and I’m real excited to see what it feels like.”
He locked gazes with her and, his fingers clutching her hips, he slowly lowered her down his shaft. The initial pressure made her gasp as he entered her tight body, but it soon gave way to a sweet burning stretch as he filled her up inch by inch until she was completely seated on his cock.
“Do what feels good, darlin’.” His hands slid up and down her back as he bent down and let the tip of his tongue slowly circle her nipple. “Fast or slow, doesn’t matter to me. I’m in fucking heaven right now with your sweet pussy gripping my cock.”
Placing her hand on his chest, she rolled her hips and moved enough to feel him glide inside. It felt mind-blowing, but there was a growing ache that she had no idea how to appease. When he bit her nipple lightly, she whimpered. It was the perfect counterpoint. “More,” she begged.
He fitted his mouth over her sensitive breast and she felt her senses overload, which made her grind down on his hard cock. It was amazing but not enough. “Teach me what to do.”
“Always, Claire. I got you.” He wrapped her hair in his hand and tugged her back, scraping his mouth along her neck. “Ready?”
“Yes!”
He lifted her hips a few inches, which gave him the leverage he needed to take over. He surged into her without warning and filled her again and again. It was so hard, so relentless, and so deep that it stole her breath. She was powerless, and all she could do was grip his shoulders, hang on, and surrender.
Just as she was getting used to the driving rhythm, he changed the strokes, thrust at a different angle, and touched a part of her that she didn’t know existed. A sensitive spot that made her knees tighten. Her breathing changed as anticipation built and a slow tingling spread through her body. Heat sizzled along her nerve endings as he withdrew and then drove himself deeply back in.
“That’s it, Claire.” He growled against her throat, and his voice burned with desire. “Feel all of me?”
“Yes,” she cried out as he plunged into her. Each slide of his cock drove her higher as she felt another astonishing orgasm shimmer just out of reach. He bit the side of her neck and she closed her eyes as his last thrust caused her climax to crash over her.
“Jesus, you’re fucking perfect.” Before her orgasm disappeared, he grabbed her hips and ground her pussy down so he could work his shaft deeper as his own release approached.
Claire opened her eyes and saw Brady’s head tipped back as the muscles across his shoulders bunched under her hands. His lips parted and his thrusts grew shorter and faster until his entire body tensed. She felt his shaft pulse inside her, and he came as pleasure filled his features. Watching him come apart was powerful beyond anything she could’ve imagined. She’d done that to him. A woman with little experience had made big, amazing Brady happy and satisfied. What was going to happen when he taught her a few things? Falling against his chest, she gave in to exhaustion. “That was a great first lesson,” she muttered as her eyes fluttered closed.
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
Saturday, July 29th
Brady thought about a song that he and Claire had been listening to for the last couple of days that fit them perfectly. The title was “Touching Heaven” and that’s exactly what he was doing. She was absolutely his hallelujah and when he opened his eyes and felt her warm body wrapped around his, he knew with certainty that everything good and right in the world lay in his arms.
Holy fuck, last night was incredible.
The first time was mind-blowing, the second soul-twisting, and the third time…well, that broke open his heart. Claire Hughes was going to be his and the rest of his days on earth were going to be spent making sure their bodies, hearts, and souls were solidly twisted together. Anything else would be unacceptable.
Brock’s action and behavior over the last several months suddenly made a lot of sense. In fact, Brady could see how he might be a whole lot worse when it came to keeping Claire close and protecting her. It was like he’d discovered the most beautiful treasure in the world, and keeping her safe and happy was solely his responsibility.
Which, in a way, it was because she didn’t have much family left as far as he could tell. He knew she had Quinn, but he wasn’t sure who she had beyond him. Probably just scattered relatives she’d never been close to. Well, now she had him and his brothers to count on. Not to mention the Bertrands. He knew that once Mama Rochelle found out he had a girlfriend, he was going to be expected to bring her by for supper. No way was Rochelle going to let this happen without her involvement. Which he appreciated.
The other thing he appreciated was the soft curves that were pressed against his morning wood. He had a feeling that if he hauled Claire on top of him, he could slip inside without any problem. Which might be the perfect way to start their day. Just as he was about to move her around, she mumbled something and turned over.
“Okay, still workable,” he muttered. Fitting himself behind her, he trailed his fingers over the slope of her hip. The feel of her silky skin made him want to trail his mouth over every inch. Which he would be sure to do by the end of the day. This weekend was going to be dedicated to Claire’s pleasure. They had forty-eight more hours of uninterrupted time and he meant to spend as much of it naked as she would allow.
Sliding his hands between her legs, he found that the angle of her legs gave him perfect access. He pushed two fingers through her flesh, circled her clit and felt her push her hips against his hands. “Good mornin’,” he whispered against her ear.
“Mmmmm,” she murmured.
Smiling to himself, he buried his face against her neck and inhaled the musky scent he’d left on her skin. The idea that he’d marked her sent a surge of blood to his stiff cock and made him grit his teeth. “Claire, I’m going to teach you about soft, slow morning sex. What do you say?”
Her body stirred as he eased two fingers into her tight channel and massaged the sensitive patch just inside. When she gasped and rocked her hips, he figured she was on board with his plan. “That’s it, baby. Just enjoy the ride I’m about to take you on.” Kissing her shoulder lightly, he fucked her with his fingers so she could get wet and ready to accept his aching cock.
“Brady, you sure know how to wake a girl up.”
He pressed his fingers deeper before dragging them back out to play with her clit. “Plan on enjoying this every morning from here on out.” He rubbed his stubbled jaw against her cheek and relished the idea of marking her. “Bend your knees, baby, and push your ass toward me.”
When she did as he asked without hesitation, he aligned himself along her back and
pressed the head of his cock between her damp folds of flesh. They parted as he slid into her from behind. Pushing slowly, he took his time filling her up until he was as deep as he could go. He clasped her hip with one hand and brought the other around her throat, right behind her chin. He’d discovered last night that she got wetter and tighter when he became more aggressive and dominant, so he decided to add a little of it to their morning encounter. When her pussy clenched around him, he grinned. His girl liked it when he took control.
Noted.
Kissing her jaw, he rocked his hips against hers and let his shaft glide out to the tip, then all the way back in. The slick heat surrounding him felt like fucking heaven as he slowly built the momentum. Her gasps and low moans let him know that she was getting close. “Touch yourself,” he instructed her gruffly.
“What?” she moaned.
“Slide your hand down and make yourself come.”
“Oh…”
His dirty girl obeyed and her hand delved between her thighs, her fingers touching and stroking in rhythm to his thrusts. Her rapid breathing made him move deeper, faster. When she groaned his name and pushed her ass back against his hips, he knew she was on the cusp. “Let go, Claire.”
Her mouth fell open and she shook from the intensity of her climax. The rippling sensation enveloped his cock, gripped his length, and sent him over the edge with her.
A growl tore from his throat as his orgasm blasted through him. He gripped her hip firmly, drove himself into her again and again, and hoped he didn’t bruise her. Holy shit, he blew himself apart with the intensity of the pleasure that rolled through his body.
Easing his hold, he kissed her cheek gently and let out a laugh. “I almost blacked out.” When he didn’t get any response, he lifted his head and looked at Claire’s face. Her eyes were closed and she wore a happy, satisfied smile. “Give me a wave if you’re still alive.”
