“Mmm,” she murmured as it swelled thicker. “This feels so fucking good, Brick.” She shifted forward just the tiniest bit, and the little gasp that left her mouth made him even harder.

She rocked back down and sighed. Gently, tenderly, she welcomed him into her body.

Slow. Measured. Torturous. Every undulation had him growing thicker, harder.

Remi sat up and put her hands on his shoulders. There was a glassy-eyed gleam in those beautiful green eyes as they peered at him from under thick lashes. Her lips were full and parted as if there were more secrets she had yet to reveal, and all he had to do was make her feel good enough, safe enough, to share.

He let her rock into him, thighs tightening around him as she changed angles.

Her breasts were at the perfect height for some much-needed attention. As she worked his cock lazily with her slick pussy, he pulled one tight tip into his mouth and latched on.

The moan that climbed its way out of her throat was downright sinful. He wanted to hear it again and again. He wanted his touch to be the only one that could elicit that pleasure. He sucked, taking long, leisurely pulls at her breast, and felt the answering quiver in her core.

His hands slid down from her waist to her hips, and then around to cup and spread her cheeks. She let out a long, luxurious sigh as he kneaded the muscle beneath that smooth, freckled skin.

She tweaked her hips, arching her back, and Brick read the invitation. As he moved his mouth to the other breast, he drew his middle finger along the cleft of her ass.

When he took his next long pull at her nipple, he nudged his fingertip against the tight ring of muscle he found there.

It wasn’t a gasp of derision that escaped her lips. It was a breathy sigh of “yes.”

This woman. This fucking woman. He sucked harder, reflexively tensing at this as yet unexplored fantasy. He wanted to know every inch of her. Needed to know it.

If she wanted or craved something, he would be the one to give it to her.

She tilted her hips again, taking his shaft all the way to the root and rocking against his finger at the same time.

He reached lower, to the place they were joined, and spread the wetness he found there higher. Again and again, he followed the path from where she was filled by him to where she was empty.

Each time, he pressed a little harder, a little deeper.

Finally, he slid his finger in deeper.

“Brick.” She breathed out his name reverently as if she was saying a prayer, giving thanks. She began to move again, riding his cock and his finger.

He laved her nipple with his tongue.

His erection was fully hard and aching at the slow, gentle slides of her walls around it. He wanted to thrust. To lunge into her trembling, tender sex until they both forgot everything but the scent of each other.