Smolder (Steel Brothers Saga 22) - Page 50

I don’t make love. I fuck. I like to fuck women, and I’m good at it. But I’m not sure if I’ve ever made love to a woman.

The fact that those words occur to me…

I’m frightened out of my mind.

“I’ll never force a woman. Not ever. I want this more than anything, and I’m hard as a rock for you, Rory. So tell me now if you’re having even the slightest second thought.”

Her lips tremble a bit, and then she runs her tongue over the lower one.

I think I just got harder.

I caress the doorknob, turn it, crack the door.

“Last chance,” I say. “We go in there, we’re going to…”

Again I want to say make love. God, what the hell is wrong with me?

Making love. It’s just a euphemism, after all. A euphemism for having sex, fucking, screwing, hitting the hay. Whatever.

She takes my hand that still sits atop the doorknob. “I know, Brock. I know what we’re going to do in there. I want it.”

I can’t help it. I groan. A long, slow groan. “Are you ready?”

“Even I don’t believe how ready I am,” she says. “I’m wet right now. I can feel it. Every part of my body is screaming for you. The tickle, the need, the urge, the desire. It’s all there. I’m so ready right now.”

Another groan. “Fuck, Rory.” I swing the door open.

The master suite in the guesthouse is large, but it’s all one big room. My king-size bed faces the east window. I like to watch the sunrise over the mountains—at least on those mornings when I’m not up before the sunrise, which are few.

On my bed, the gray satin comforter is slightly wrinkled. That means Sammy was napping in here earlier.

I’ll keep her outside for now. Rory and I don’t need any company in the bed.

It’s funny. The bed seems larger than usual. My perspective is so different with Rory. It’s like the bed has a heartbeat of its own.

A lot of sex has happened in this bed.

For a moment, a fleeting thought crosses my mind.

Rory’s the last woman who will ever be in this bed.

That’s nuts. Completely nuts. I’m not sure why I thought that.

Doesn’t matter. I need to get inside her, and I need to get inside her quickly.

“I need you,” she says. “Please.”

She pulls off her shirt, and I get an up-close view of that amazing rack. She’s wearing a simple white lace bra, and those beautiful Ds are spilling out of the cups.

She reaches around to the back to unclasp it—

“No, let me.” I turn her around, unclasp the bra, and then slide my hands over her flesh and cup those gorgeous breasts as they fall out of her bra.

They’re warm to my touch, and her nipples—those nipples are hard.

I turn her back toward me. I have to get a look.

And I can’t help a gasp.

I’ve seen a lot of naked women, so not much surprises me.

But Rory’s breasts? They’re more beautiful than I ever imagined. Large, but with only a minimal amount of sag. The perfect amount, actually. And her nipples… Dark reddish brown. Her skin is fair, so I assumed she’d have pink or light-brown nipples. But not Rory Pike. Her beauty is unique. Her areolas are the perfect size as well—like a half-dollar, wrinkled and puckered, squeezing her nipples outward.

For a second, I just stare.

No, I gawk. I gawk as if these are the first breasts I’ve ever seen in my life.

Like a freaking teenager with his tongue hanging out.

That’s what this woman does to me.

All my experience? It’s gone with the wind. I’m a schoolboy, untried, horny as hell, and itching to get my dick inside its first pussy.

“My God, you’re beautiful.”

“So are you.” She unbuckles her belt slowly, seductively. “You going to get undressed, Brock? Or do you want me to undress you?”

“I want it all. I want to get my clothes off quickly so I can get you on the bed. I also want to undress slowly. Better yet, I want you to undress me. I want to undress you. I want to do it all, Rory. I want to strip each other so quickly that our clothes turn to shreds. I want it all.”

“Well, this is the night.”

Damn. Is she insinuating that we’ll only have this one night? I’ll never have time to do everything I want to do to her. Fast, slow, fast, slow. Medium. Everything. I want to eat her, suck her, lick her until she’s screaming. I want to fuck her. Fuck her hard, fuck her fast. Then I want to fuck her slowly and gently. I want to turn her around and slide my tongue along the cheeks of her ass, eat her. Finger her ass, get it ready for my dick. I want to kiss her all over. I want to suck those nipples. I want to feel those beautiful lips around my cock.

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