No Reservations - Megan Hart [82]
'You're so fucking sexy,' he murmured in her ear as his fingers moved again. He shifted to dip inside her panties and find her slick arousal. Her cunt clenched and Leah bit back a moan, i want to put my fingers in your pussy and feel how hot you are.'
God, she loved it when he talked dirty. It made her mindless. Made her want to writhe, to sink down on his prick and ride him. Instead she kept still, opening her legs to let him get inside her as far as he could the way they sat.
Brandon took her clit between his thumb and finger and rolled it gently, then tugged. Just once, then again. Stopped. Her muscles quivered and her hips tilted, just a little, pressing herself towards his hand. A couple, drinks in hand, stood just a foot or so away from the table to watch the show. Leah could hear every word of their conversation and knew without a doubt they'd be able to hear her if she cried out.
So fucking beautiful' Brandon tugged her clit again and waves of desire broke over her. i can feel you getting so tight, every muscle. I want to make you feel so good you come all over my hand.'
Leah's hips rocked as she clenched internal muscles but barely moved anything else. Her fingers bore down on his arm, squeezing. Brandon chuckled into her ear, the heat of his breath sending a chill through her. She felt feverish, more than a little tipsy, drunk not on champagne but on his love. On this pleasure, gained from his hand, his fingers, from the sigh of his breath on her skin.
Brandon tugged her clit, then stroked. She was so wet his fingers slid over her without skidding or catching. He pinched her clit again between his thumb and finger and held it without moving.
Her heart beat heavily in her ears, in her throat, and in her clit. The pounding of her blood felt as though it pushed her against his fingers. Her inner thighs trembled. She tasted sweat on her upper lip. His pinch loosened and the sudden lack of piessure nearly sent her over, but then he took her clit again and she bucked.
The man next to their table looked over brow furrowed. Leah froze, eyes on the singer who was now moving her hips in sensual circles Brandon echoed with his fingers. Leah held her breath until spots danced in front of her eyes, then let it out. Do you want to come?' he asked her, voice low so only she could hear.
Leah didn't trust her voice to answer. Nor could she nod, tense and stiff as she was with waiting for her body to take over and send her soaring. Brandon's laugh tripped up and down her body. He worked her clit a little bit harder until she gripped his arm so tightly she was sure she'd bruise him even through the thickness of his tux jacket.
Should I make you come?
Waiting for her to give him permission. How he was holding her off, Leah couldn't tell. Everything in her strained towards release. She didn't think she could have stopped herself, but something held her back. Kept her from tipping. Each infinitesimal stroke pushed her closer and closer, but she wasn't coming. Not yet.
She didn't tell him she wanted to come, though all she could think about was sinking onto his thick, hard cock and riding him until they both exploded. She couldn't make out the singer's words any longer — could hear' the woman's voice but simply could not decipher the words. Everything had narrowed to the hand between her legs. Leah relaxed, she had to. Had to breathe in, deep. Had to let her body's tension ease a little, else this tension start to hurt.
Brandon's fingers moved expertly on her, and every time she skated to the edge, he eased off. Leah let her head fall back, onto his shoulder. He kissed her cheek. She shifted on the seat and went with the overwhelming pleasure.
'Now,' she said. 'Oh, God, Brandon. Now.'
Or maybe she didn't speak. Maybe he just knew. But at that moment his pace quickened,