A foreign, needy sound escapes my lips as he begins feasting on me. He flattens his tongue on my clit then flicks it over and over until I’m pushing back against his mouth, my hands fisting the sheets so hard that my knuckles have turned white.
I’m going out of my mind. I feel the edges of my vision blurring black as an orgasm threatens to swallow me whole.
“Good girl, hands on the mattress. Don’t come until I tell you to, Maddison.”
Each time he says, “good girl,” my pussy clenches, and my clit throbs.
I never knew how much I liked praise until it fell from Briggs lips. How much I needed to hear him call me a good girl and tell me how perfect I look.
It makes me burn brighter, makes my skin feel as if I’m burning from the inside.
“You like it when I call you a good girl, Maddison? I know you do because your pussy is dripping for me,” he whispers, then buries his head back between my legs as he eats me from behind.
“Please,” I beg as he works on my needy clit, “please, Briggs.”
Pushing a finger inside me, I clench around him as he thrusts deeper, rubbing against the hypersensitive flesh of my G-spot. I’ve spent years trying to find that very spot myself, and Briggs finds it the second he slides his fingers inside me.
“You’re so tight, Maddison, Goddamnit.” He groans. Looking back, I watch as he palms his cock through his pants roughly, and I’m so close to disobeying him and letting go.
“I’m so close, I’m going to fall over the edge at any moment.”
He slides another finger inside me and curls them both up, then brings his mouth to my clit as he sucks while fucking me with his fingers.
“Come on my tongue,” he says.
When he grazes his teeth along my clit, I detonate.
Crying out against the sheets, coming so hard that, for a moment, my body sways, my back arches against his mouth, and I let go.
“That’s it, baby, fuck yeah.”
I shake and tremble with the power of my orgasm. Briggs knows exactly how to play my body as he pulls every ounce of pleasure from me, until I’m a pile of bones. I fall into a heap on the bed, my legs too heavy to hold me up any longer.
Briggs walks over and pushes my sweat-soaked, now tangled hair out of my face. “Was that okay? I might have went too far too-”
“No.” I place my finger over his lips that are still glistening with my wetness. It coats the short stubble of his chin and suddenly makes me want him again, even though I just had my first orgasm in what felt like months. “It was perfect. I loved everything about it.”
He nods, a small smirk tugging at the corner of his lips, then sucks my finger into his mouth playfully, circling his tongue around the tip. It reminds me of what I’d like to do to him now, if I had an ounce of energy left inside me.
“Good, because do you know how long I’ve waited for this? Fucking dreamed about it since the night at the inn? How many times I dreamt of this exact moment?”
I nod because I know exactly what he means because I have too. Even though I shouldn’t have, I dreamed of him for months. The taste of his tongue, the feel of his lips as they brushed against my body.
He stands in front of the bed and begins to unbutton the white, starched shirt. Every button he frees, opens the shirt up farther, exposing the flat expanse of his chest. The abs I begin to count, but lose track somewhere around six, when the dark mat of hair, just under his belly button, comes into view.
They call it a happy trail for a reason, and suddenly I want my tongue tracing it. Arousal snakes up my body as he undresses in front of me. I can hardly believe that this man is mine.
“Stop looking at me like that, baby,” he rasps. His fingers begin to unhook his belt, letting it fall free just as he pops open the button of his slacks and lowers the zipper.
It’s like a show, just for me, and my thighs clench together in anticipation. Sitting up on my elbows, I tug my bottom lip between my teeth and look up through my lashes. “Like what?”
His eyes darken, heat searing through them. “Like you want to get fucked.”
Those dirty words make me pant with anticipation. I do want that; I want it more than anything. Brazenly, I let my legs fall open slightly, exposing my center that I know is still pulsing from his mouth, and watch as the small thread of resolve he has, snaps.
He drags his pants down his hips, taking his briefs with them, then kicks them aside, standing in front of me completely naked.
My eyes bulge as I see how impossibly thick, and hard, he is, bobbing up at me. The tiniest amount of precum seeping from the tip. How is it possible that I’ve forgotten how big and girthy he is?
“Not gonna lie, babe, this is doing great things for my ego.” His voice breaks through my perusal.
“You got to look at me.” I sit up completely so that I’m eye-level with his cock, staring up at him under my lashes while his chest heaves.
Up and down. Steadily.
“It’s only fair that I get a chance to as well.”
I reach out a trembling hand, and gently brush my fingers along the velvet skin of his cock. When I tenderly wrap my hand around him, he lets out a strangled hiss, immediately dropping his head back, overcome with pleasure.
I’ve never seen anything sexier in my life. Briggs has this raw masculinity about him. He commands attention, without every speaking a word.
The sounds of his groaning send chills down my spine.
I’m intoxicated. Completely drunk on his scent, his touch…him
Bringing my lips to his cock, I trace my tongue along the underside of his thick head as I wrap both my hands around his length.
He bends slightly and tweaks my sensitive nipples between his fingers, rolling it between his thumb and forefinger, and I swear… I almost come apart, just from that.
“You’re so responsive,” he murmurs, “I fucking love it.”
I continue to tease him with my tongue, flattening it against his slit, tasting the salty bead that glistens on it. My lips wrap around his head in an “O” that has him groaning and fisting my hair.
“Baby, as much as I want you to do this every damn day for the rest of my life, I have to be inside you.”
He stops my mouth before I can even start, gently pulling me off of him. Leaning down, his lips seal over mine, kissing me hard, stirring the arousal inside of me until it burns even brighter.
My body feels wound tight after an entire night of touches and silent promises.
Briggs tenderly lays me back on the bed beneath him, and even though I can see the hunger in his eyes, he takes his time.
He doesn’t rush.
“I want to savor this,” he rasps, reading my mind. “You’re finally mine.”
I nod and slide my hands down his chest, to the taut abs of his stomach, raking my nails through the thin strip of hair that has my core tingling in anticipation.
As he settles over me, he brings his lips to my jaw and traces a path to my earlobe then sucks it into his mouth, causing my nails to sink into the muscles of his forearms.
I’m dizzy with need, so much so that the room begins to swim around me. My eyes snap shut as I breathe, trying to calm the quake inside my chest.
“I need you, Briggs, please.”
He lifts his head, his steel eyes capturing mine before he nods, entwining our hands together then lifting them above my head, gently nudging his cock against me. As the slick head slides against my clit, blinding pleasure snakes down my spine.