I chuckled. “I would have, yes.”
“Of course, I can’t really see anything in the dark, but I can touch all this silky skin, can’t I? And damn, have I wanted to touch you.”
I arched in anticipation, wanting his touch, too. I’d daydreamed about that as well, his hands and mouth moving over my skin, worshipping me.
He pulled the last of my flannel nightshirt apart and the fabric fell to my sides. I felt the cool air on my exposed torso, and then his big, warm hand skimmed down my front. “I bet this is a beautiful sight,” he told me. “All pale skin and soft curves.”
I had a bit of a tan now thanks to laying out by the pool all day, but I didn’t interrupt his dreamy words. How could I? Every syllable was making me wetter. I’d have an orgasm from sheer conversation alone if this kept up.
“What color are your n**ples?” Brodie asked. “I can see them in the dark, so I know they’re small and perfect, with the prettiest little tips. They look dark. Are they?”
“Yes.” My voice was trembling nearly as much as the rest of me. “And I hear they taste pretty good.”
He groaned. “Do they? I have to know for myself.” He leaned in and his mouth traced the slope of one breast, and then he cupped the globe of it in his hand, pointing the nipple toward his mouth.
And he licked.
I nearly came off the bed. Shocking waves of pleasure ripped through me, and I thought I was going to have an orgasm right then and there. “Brodie,” I moaned. “Oh god.” I needed more. I wanted another lick just like that one.
“Mmm, you do taste good,” he told me. His hand cupped my other breast and he gave it the same attention the other one had been given—a long, slow taste. Then he circled the nipple with his tongue and lapped at the stiff peak, nuzzling it. “You have some of the most gorgeous tits I’ve ever seen. They’re real, aren’t they?”
I smacked his shoulder, the words taking me a bit out of the moment. “Of course they’re real. Jesus.”
He laughed at my outrage, and then he leaned down to bite at my nipple again. “Have to say, they felt real. I’d say you’re lucky to have such pretty tits, but I think I’m the lucky one here, because I get to put my mouth all over them.” And he licked at them again, his mouth moving to tease one nipple while his thumb coaxed the other.
I writhed underneath him, panting. My hands went to his hair, and I dragged his face against my br**sts, needing more of his tongue against my flesh. I wanted his mouth everywhere and on every inch of my skin.
“I could stay here all night,” Brodie murmured, flicking at one nipple with the tip of his tongue and then rubbing his chin against it. The abrasive feel of stubble on his chin brought a new sensation to the mix, and I had to bite my lip to keep from crying out. “But I have other plans for this evening.”
“Other plans?” I echoed, a thrill shooting through me at the thought. “What’s that?”
“I’m thinking of one spot in particular,” he told me, and a wicked grin curved his mouth in the darkness. He slid further under the blankets, moving between my legs.
Excitement shuddered through me, and my hands clenched on the sheet as I pulled it over my head so I could watch what he was doing underneath. Was he going to go down on me? For all that guys liked to talk a good game, I found that most didn’t want to go down on a girl unless they were in a serious relationship with her, and or*l s*x was a treat that seemed to be scarce for as many times as I’d gone down on a guy myself. It was definitely not equally reciprocated.
“Yeah, I thought I’d taste your foot,” Brodie said in a sexy voice. “Maybe suck on your toes.”
That shattered my little fantasy. “Um…what?”
He chuckled and leaned in to lick at my belly button. “Got you.”
I gave a small, nervous laugh. “I hope you were joking.”
“Oh, I was. And I hope you’re not wearing panties.”
The excitement returned. “I am, but not for long,” I told him.
“That’s what I like to hear,” he said, and he tugged at the waist of my pajama pants. “Now, let’s see what we have down here.”
I stifled a laugh. “Can’t you guess?”
“Seeing is believing,” he murmured as he pulled the pants—and my panties—down my h*ps and then my thighs. “But tasting is even better.”
I shivered at the thought, my hands fisting in the covers and clenching them over my head. It felt steamy under the sheets, but I didn’t want to release them. When we were under the blankets, it felt like our own little cocoon of reality.
Brodie’s mouth kissed at my hip and then licked the skin there. “So far, so good.”
“You approve?”
“Mmm, do I ever.” His lips brushed over my mound, and then I felt his fingers part the flesh there. One digit stroked my slickness, sending ripples of pleasure cascading through me. “You’re wet.”
“I am,” I agreed breathlessly. “That shouldn’t be a surprise.”
“Yeah, but I love how totally wet you get for me.” I felt him shift, and then I felt his tongue stroke over my p**sy in a long, languid swipe.
I lay there stunned for a moment, unable to process the sensation of his mouth on my sensitive flesh. It was the culmination of what felt like weeks of delicious foreplay and teasing, and it nearly blew my mind.
Then his tongue swirled around my clit, and he gently sucked.
My body twitched in response, and a breathy moan escaped me. "Oh, Brodie."
"That's right, baby," he murmured against my flesh. "You like that?"
I whimpered my response, pressing a hand to my mouth to keep myself silent. I liked that way too much. There was no way I'd be able to keep my voice down if he kept doing those things with his mouth.
Of course, that aggravating, delicious man did just that again—and more. He sucked at the little nub of flesh and then pressed his tongue against it, flicking rapidly. My h*ps responded with each flick, flexing and moving until his hands grasped me, holding me still so he could continue to taste me. And he did, and each time his tongue worked over my sex with infinite, aggravating expertise. It was like every lick went straight through my body and left me shuddering with need.
The back of my hand pressed harder against my mouth to stifle my cries, and when his mouth increased his intensity, I bit down against my skin, digging my teeth in. It wasn't enough, though, and when his mouth continued to work my sensitive cl*t and a finger slid deep inside me, I came hard. My body clenched around his finger, and I felt his pleased murmur against my wet flesh as he continued to lap at my sex.
When I finally came down, I panted hard and stopped biting my hand. I'd probably have a bruise there in the morning.
I probably didn't care.
I made a small sigh of pleasure in my throat and reached for Brodie, trying to drag him up my body. "Come here and kiss me," I said breathlessly. "God, that was amazing. You're amazing."
"I know," he said, a hint of amused smugness in his voice. Typical Brodie. Cocky and arrogant and way too charming for his own good. But he slid back up my body and propped himself up on his hands, and then gave me an achingly sweet kiss. "How was that?"
"The kiss?" I asked, still dazed from the experience.
He chuckled and leaned down to kiss my nose. "Everything."
"Mmm. Incredible. You just trying to get me to flatter you?"
"It's entirely possible," he said, and I could hear the grin in his words. "But I mostly wanted to see you come."
"Well, I came. I came hard," I said shyly. My hand throbbed in response.
"I know you did, baby. You were bucking and twisting like a bronco."
That…was an embarrassing comparison. I grabbed him around his neck and dragged him against me. When he fell on top of me, I rolled the two of us over in the bed, and we got tangled in the sheets. It took a moment for us to work our way out, and then I pushed them off, my short hair nearly sticking straight up thanks to the static from the blankets. It took a minute for us to re-situate our blanket fortress, but when we were back under the little private tent of sheets, I was on top of Brodie's shirtless body. I straddled his h*ps with mine and then ground against his erection with my nak*d flesh. "Now, how about you? How are you feeling?"
His hands moved to my hips, pinning me against him as he rolled them in response. "What does that tell you?"
I moaned again as his erection ground against my still-sensitive parts. "It tells me that someone wouldn't mind getting his c*ck sucked."
He sucked in, as if breathless by the visual that offered. "No, no he would not. You offering?"
"You bet I am." I dragged a finger down the center of his chest and then traced one of his flat n**ples. "But I'm not hearing a ‘please.’”
"Please, baby," he breathed. "I bet you suck the best cock."
"I bet I do, too," I purred, rolling my h*ps against his again just to torment him. “Wanna find out?”
“More than anything.”
That was music to my ears. I grinned to myself and slid down his body, echoing his motions from a few minutes ago when he’d done the same to me. When I flexed my ass over his calves, I decided that was low enough, and reached for his tented boxers. “Seeing is believing,” I teased, using his words from earlier against him. “And I believe I need to see this for myself.”
Not that I could see in the dark. Not with the blankets over us.
Not that it mattered.
I dragged the material down his legs and freed his c*ck for my hands, moaning at the feeling of his hot flesh meeting my palms. There was something about a man’s cock—all that delicate, soft skin over rigid hardness—that made me ache. And Brodie had a gorgeous cock. Thick and delicious, with a big, fat crown. It was like he knew just how perfect his c*ck was and that was part of what made him so confident. Not that I wanted to feed his ego, of course. “Not bad, not bad,” I murmured.
He gave a short, wheezing laugh as my hands squeezed his flesh. “You kidding me? You love it, don’t you?”
“I would never say such things aloud and inflate your pride,” I told him with a smile. “I think it’s big enough. And I won’t know for sure if I love it or not until I give it a little taste.” I leaned in and ran my tongue over the head of it. “Mmm. Has potential. I think I need to taste it again to make sure.”
“Kandis,” he moaned, voice ragged. “You are such a f**king tease.”
“I am, aren’t I? And you love it.” I dragged my tongue over the head again, tracing it and learning the contours. The head was definitely thick, the ridge around the crown so prominent and delicious that I wanted to spend hours just tracing it with the tip of my tongue and learning all its secrets. The head of his c*ck was beaded with pr**um that reappeared no matter how many times I swiped it away with my tongue, and I loved that I was driving him so crazy. I let my fingertips flutter down to his sac and trailed my mouth down his length, exploring him.