"Do you have any idea how much I want you? From the first moment I saw you in Rose's shop, I wanted you."

No man had ever spoken to her with so much emotion in his voice...not even Pierce. Brett started with her thumb again, licking and suckling each finger. What a difference total darkness made. Her clit throbbed with every tug of his lips.

He released her hand. Abby knew he stayed near. She heard him breathe, but he didn't touch her. A gentle kiss on her lips surprised her. It took her a moment to relax into the kiss and return it. She placed her hands on Brett's waist, let them slide down to squeeze his buttocks. One hand drifted around to caress his cock through his trousers. He groaned, but didn't back off. He was so long, so thick. Her pussy clenched at the thought of him thrusting inside her.

She continued to caress his firm flesh but she could tell from his ragged breathing that her touch was driving him as mad as it was her. Still, he slowly dragged the other sleeve down her left arm and over her hand. He pushed the dress down to her waist. Abby knew he was looking at her small breasts, her hard nipples.

He cradled her breasts, ran his thumbs over the tips. "These are beautiful."

"They're too--"

"Shhh." He kissed her before she could finish her statement. "Don't you dare say they're too small again. "They're perfect."

"Men like big breasts."

"Not all men."

Abby gasped when Brett closed his lips over her nipple. The sensation seemed so much more intense since she couldn't see what he did, couldn't guess what he'd do next.

She arched her back, pressed her breast closer to his mouth. He sucked harder, drew more of her breast into his mouth. Left, right, left again, he moved between her breasts...suckling one while kneading the other. Pleasure built, starting at her toes and rushing to her head. If she could have seen anything, she knew she'd see the room spin, just like her body was spinning out of control. She'd had lovers who'd sucked her breasts, but none of them had taken her to this point. She clutched at Brett's hair and moaned loudly as an orgasm galloped through her body.

Brett held Abby in his arms, slowly licking her nipples while she recovered from her climax. He loved that her breasts were so sensitive he could make her come from sucking and caressing them.

He wondered how many other ways he could make her come. Tonight, he'd do his damnedest to make that number soar.

Reaching behind her head, he removed the silver clip from her hair. It fell in auburn waves to her shoulders. "Lift your hips," he uttered against her mouth.

Once she obeyed him, Brett drew her dress past her hips and down her legs to fall to the floor. "Lie back," he instructed again before kissing her deeply.

Brett ended the kiss and rose to his knees between her legs. Abby lay before him, wearing nothing but the bright red thong and necklace he'd given her. He gazed at the triangle that barely covered her mound. His mouth watered with the desire to taste her.

"Lift your hips again," he whispered.

He clasped the tiny straps over her hips and tugged down the thong. When he saw her bare-shaven pussy, he almost swallowed his tongue.

"Damn." He tossed the thong aside, parted the swollen folds to see her sleek flesh. Her pussy lips were dark pink and slick with her cream, her clit visible beneath the hood. "Your pussy's so beautiful, all swollen and pink and wet." He whisked his thumb across her clit, and smiled when she drew a startled breath and arched her hips. "Do you like this?"

"Yes, oh yes," she answered, breathless.

She'd had one orgasm, but her reaction to his touch proved one wouldn't be enough. One wouldn't be nearly enough for him either. Brett planned to give her so many, she'd lose count.

He remembered she liked her clit rubbed in slow circles. He caressed it with his thumb as he pushed two fingers inside her silky channel. Abby clenched her fists and arched her hips even higher.

"I want to make you come again." He nipped the inside of her thigh, close to her mount. "That's what tonight's all about. This time with my tongue." Her other thigh received the same gentle bite. "Spread your legs wider."

Abby placed her feet on the cushion and let her knees fall open. Her body felt as tight as a bow string.

"Just relax, baby." He slid another finger inside her.

"How can I relax when you're...you're... Oh...my...god!"

He'd mined for the hidden treasure, her G-spot, and from the way she trembled, he knew he'd found it. "You like?"

Like? She couldn't think, she couldn't breathe. Shock waves were rolling through her, building, building. She'd only read about the elusive G-spot, never really believed it existed. In less time than it took to say "moral mushroom", Brett had not only found hers, he was massaging it with soft, measured strokes. A few moments longer, she'd not only come again, she'd likely explode right out of her skin.

Gooseflesh stood on her arms and legs, shivers rushed through her, while her legs and knees trembled. Then she felt the blissful swipe of his tongue across the sensitive bundle of nerves. "Oh, yes!"

Abby grabbed Brett's head and raised her pussy closer to his mouth. He licked her clit, flicked it with the tip of his tongue. The entire time he concentrated on her clit, he also caressed her G-spot. Sweat beaded on her skin. Her heart pounded. She struggled to breathe as the pleasure grew inside her.

It crested when Brett suckled her clit.

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