Changing Course (Wrecked and Ruined #1)(5)

"How weird is it that I want to spend the rest of the day kissing you?" I kiss her a little longer, sucking her bottom lip into my mouth, grazing it with my teeth as I pull away.

"How weird is it that I want to do far more than just kiss you for the rest of the day?" she says, grabbing the back of my head and pulling me down to gain access to my neck, licking and sucking her way up to my ear.

"How weird is it that we keep saying 'how weird is it'?" I joke, groaning as she bites me.

Reaching down, I roughly grab her ass grinding into her with my hard on, causing her to let out a growl. My lips land on hers just seconds before I thrust my tongue into her mouth. Her tongue meets my every stroke, twisting and dancing with mine. Suddenly, I lose all sense of control. I'm desperate for her and completely unable to keep my hands in the respectable territory anymore. Pushing her ten steps backwards until she falls onto the chair across from her couch, I drop to my knees in front of her in order to continue the kiss. I pull away only long enough to remove her shirt, immediately resuming my assault on her mouth.

I slowly trace down her arms and up her smooth stomach, smiling to myself when I feel the goosebumps that pebble her skin. I release her mouth when my hands reach the softness of her breasts. The sexiest moan escapes her lips as I gently cup them. She makes no move to touch me and sits perfectly still watching my hands caress her body. I feel her breathing begin to quicken, but still, she says nothing. Needing to see more than her black bra allows, I reach around to the back, flicking open the clasp. For a moment, I lock my eyes to hers trying to gauge her reaction. I don't want to push her into something she isn't ready for, but she has made no attempt to stop my wandering hands.

Throwing caution to the wind, I decide to keep moving. I glide the straps off her shoulders making sure to drag the tips of my fingers across her skin as I pull her bra down her arms, dropping it to the floor beside us. I continue my stare as a slow grin creeps across her face.

"Is this okay?" I finally ask, needing some sort of reassurance.

"No," she says, causing me to immediately remove my hands from her body. "It's not nearly enough," she finishes by reaching forward and replacing my hands on her chest. I shake my head at her ability to crack jokes even while sitting half-naked.

I finally have a chance to look down. Her nipples are perfectly hard and pink. I run the rough pads of my thumbs over them as she moans, letting her head fall back against the cushion. I start kissing down her neck and hear her breathing speed. I grab her waist and push her back deeper into the chair, allowing myself more access to her body. My lips move against her smooth skin as I trace my way down to her pert breasts, slowly sucking her hard nipple in my mouth.

She surprises me when I feel her reach down and begin rubbing my dick through my jeans. I can't help the startled noise that comes out, half moan and half gasp. Unfortunately for me, those sounds mingle together producing a loud whimper. I try to clear my throat to cover the sound, but it’s too late. Sarah drops her hand and all but rolls in laughter. I tickle her to cover my embarrassment, but that only causes her laugh louder.

"So you think that was funny, huh?" I pick her up, tossing her onto the couch.

"Jesus, Brett, did you just come?"

"Not yet. I always make sure the lady gets off first." I reach down between her legs, stroking her through her jeans while sucking her peaked nipple back into my mouth.

"Fuck," she gasps as I move my hands up towards the button on her pants.

Never releasing her breast, I unzip and tug them down. She helps by lifting her hips off the couch while I remove them completely, throwing them over my shoulder and out of the way. A black lace thong greets me and what a beautiful sight it is. I place small, wet kisses down her stomach paying special attention to the area just above those sexy panties. She treads her hands in my hair, using it as leverage to push her hips toward my face. Spreading her legs, I kiss the insides of each thigh. Her body pleading with me.

"Tell me what you want, Sarah."

"Please Brett, please, just..."

Running my nose over her lace-covered core, I can smell her arousal and I think my dick is about to burst through my pants. Standing up, I toss my shirt over my head and slide my jeans to the floor, leaving only my boxer briefs and a very hard cock for her to see. She moans her approval and that's all I need as permission. Grasping the sides of her panties, I slowly slide them down her legs exposing her wet, glistening *. I watch as she rolls her nipples between her fingers, pinching and pulling while gazing at me through hooded eyes. The arousal is thick in the air and I'm physically unable to wait any longer to taste her.

Sliding between her thighs, I pick up her legs and place them one at a time over my shoulders. Flicking her swollen bud with my tongue, she lets out a string of breathy profanities. Deciding to take her one step further, I flatten my tongue and slowly drag it up her heat, tasting her sweetness. My eyes roll back in my head. I might just come from her taste alone.

I hear her panting and begging, "Fuck me baby, f*ck me with your fingers.”

Following her orders, I thrust one finger inside. She's so wet and ready for me, I know this isn't going to take long. Adding another finger, I start to match the rhythm of her surging hips. I pause only momentarily when she begins to ride my hand. I can’t help but watch her unapologetically taking what she needs. Her boobs bounce, as her hips roll into my hand. I suck her clit back into my mouth to still her. It only causes her to lose all control. Feeling her inner walls contracting around my fingers, I know she's close.