It Feels Like

Keri melted against him when his hands came up to hold her face. All she could think about was the softness of his lips. Shifting, she tried to get closer. Finally, she twisted and threw her leg over his lap. Brad's hands dropped to her waist, helping her settle down on him before he tilted his head up to capture her mouth again.

He'd taken his jacket off while making dinner, so she helped loosen his tie and then slide it off. Brad looked down at her hands as she started unbuttoning his dress shirt, smiling when he glanced back up to meet her gaze.

"Don't look so smug," Keri said. "I think you look hot with your shirt off. So what?"

"I'll trade you. I'll let you take mine off if you let me take yours off." He started unbuttoning her slowly, glancing between her eyes and the front of the dress.

Keri felt anticipation and desire course through her body, and she ended up popping the final two buttons off his shirt when she jerked it out of his pants. "Sorry," she whispered, wincing.

"So aggressive," he chuckled, fumbling with her belt before pulling it away from her body and unbuttoning the remainder of her dress. She hadn't gone to his condo assuming they would end up in this kind of situation, but that didn't mean she hadn't taken extra care her bra and panties matched when getting dressed. Both were light blue satin and lace.

Brad's warm hands skimmed over her waist and hips before sliding around to caress her back. He leaned his face into her chest, inhaling deeply before planting a sweet kiss on her breast bone.

"For the record, I'm an idiot for leaving you this past summer. I'm never leaving you again," he murmured before pulling her down to kiss her deeply, sweeping his tongue into her mouth. She could taste him and the wine both.

When he pulled back, he flipped her over off his lap so she was sitting on the sofa again. Keri squealed at the unexpected move and watched Brad slide off the cushion to kneel on the floor in front of her. "What are you doing?"

"Trying to make it up to you," he whispered, picking up her right foot and pressing a kiss to the arch of it. And then he repeated the action with her left foot. As he returned them to the floor, he placed her feet further apart, spreading her legs in the process.

"Brad," she said, shifting her hips. The sides of her dress fell open to reveal more of her lingerie.

He pressed his lips to the inside of her thigh. “Don’t rush me. Remember, I like to take my time,” Brad murmured against her skin.

Keri smiled, remembering their first real date when she drank wine twice as fast as him, and he told her it was because he liked to take his time and enjoy things. “Hey, I have to work tomorrow.”

He used his hands to spread her legs far enough apart that he could run his tongue up the lacy crotch of her blue panties. “You’re going to have to call in sick. You’ve got less than two weeks there before you leave to work for the new place. I’ll miss you more than they will tomorrow.” The rumble of his voice against her sex made her head fall back against the cushions. Keri was sure her panties were soaked.

“Don’t you have practice tomorrow?”

He curled his fingers in the hips of her panties and slowly slid them down, licking his lips as he revealed what was underneath. Keri’s chest was rapidly rising and falling with her labored breath.

“Tomorrow is optional, and I’ve got some lost time to make up with you. Plus, we have to go look at your new apartment.”

Keri laughed. “Are you talking about real estate when you have my panties around my knees?”

He pulled them down her calves and discarded them in the middle of the living room floor. “No, I was talking about real estate while I was taking your panties off. But now I can’t talk anymore because I have a better use...” He kissed the inside of her left thigh, then kissed the inside of the right before kissing her lower lips. “...for,” he said. He kissed her again, darting his tongue out to taste her. “My mouth,” he finally finished, sliding his tongue deep inside her, enough to press his nose against her clit.

“Brad,” she whispered, spreading further for him before running her fingers through his dark hair.

He didn’t respond. His mouth was busy licking and sucking on her. She gasped and lifted her legs up, pressing her feet into his shoulders. Brad growled and used the angle to devour her, eagerly lapping up her juices. The sensation of his tongue gliding smoothly against her clit ripped a moan from her throat. The fingers of her right hand were curled into the leather cushion of the sofa while her left hand was still buried in his perfect hair.

He rubbed his rough thumb against the little bundle of nerves as the top of her slit and she flew off the cliff, clamping her thighs against the sides of his face as she bucked herself into him and came. She could feel his hands on her thighs, holding her still as she settled down and came back into her body.

“Wow,” she said in a weak voice, letting her feet fall to the floor and wrapping the edges of her dress back around to cover herself.

Brad’s hands stopped her and pulled the dress part again. She leaned down and kissed him, tasting herself on his lips. When she drew back, his eyes were dark and hot and promised sex.

He kissed her again, and then whispered, “Come to bed with me,” in her ear.

Keri just nodded and let him pull her off the sofa. If you were practically naked in Brad Richards’ apartment, you didn’t tell him you wouldn’t go to bed with him. Once she stood, he pushed her dress off her shoulders and unhooked her bra with one hand.

“That was smooth,” she observed.

“I’ve got skills,” Brad told her before sweeping her up into his arms. Keri squealed and threw her arms around his neck. He carried her down the hall to the most comfortable bed she’d ever had the pleasure to sleep in. Tonight, she was hoping she’d be doing more than sleeping.

It was freshly made and immaculate. And Brad gently laid her in the center before he stood back up and unbuckled his belt.

“You have no idea how badly I’ve wanted you just like that in my bed.”

“Just like what?”

“Naked and ready for me.”

She felt light-headed at his words, but still watched as he dropped his pants and boxers. She’d seen it all before, but she still couldn’t look away from his body. “You’re so hot,” she said without thinking.

Brad laughed lightly and crawled onto the bed. “Thanks, I think.”

She arched her body into him as he kissed her and trailed his lips down her neck. Her legs had already spread to accommodate him. She could feel her pussy throbbing, remembering the way he felt inside her, anticipating more. “I need you,” she whispered.

Brad guided himself inside her, pressing his forehead against hers as he bottomed out. “Keri,” he whispered. “I should have never left.”

“I told you so,” she replied, moaning as he pulled out and pushed back in.

“Now who’s being smug?” he said, sheathing his cock in her again. His rhythm was slow and deliberate, completely different than the first time they were together. She’d had the power during that encounter. Now she was on her back and at his mercy. If he wanted to take her slowly, dragging out the pleasure, then she could only accept it. He was too strong to fight against.

Keri clenched the walls of her pussy, hoping he would feel it.

“Damn, Keri,” he grunted, faltering and missing a stroke.

“Faster,” she demanded. “I need it faster.”

He pinned her arms down and ground into her even more slowly. “I worked hard for this,” he whispered in her ear. “I’m going to enjoy it.”

She wanted to weep at how good he felt as he moved against her, into her and then back out. Taking his time and peppering open-mouthed kisses along her jawline and neck and collarbone before claiming her mouth again. Just when she thought she couldn’t take any more and she was on the brink of coming, he would adjust his rhythm and break up her orgasm.

“Stop teasing me,” she cried, lifting her hips up in frustration.

Finally, he took mercy on her and finished her off, all the while pumping into her until he came himself. His mouth was on her neck, the edges of his teeth gently sinking into her flesh. She could feel his hot mouth on her neck as he caught his breath and composed himself before pulling out of her and rolling onto his side.

They both silently rested on top of his perfectly white duvet. Keri shifted to sit up, but his arm shot out and pulled her into his body. “Don’t leave, please.”

Keri hadn’t planned on leaving, but it was nice to hear him say he didn’t want her to do so. “I’ll take tomorrow off work if it will make you happy,” she whispered into his ear.

“Yes, it would.”

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