“Let me take your mind off things.” He got that look and she allowed him to draw her closer.

“I should point out to you that this is your solution to every problem. But then you might think I had a problem with that and I do not.”

Laughing, he spun her and managed to get her sweater off in one deft movement.

“You’re so good at that.”

“All practice for you, English.”

With that, he dropped to his knees and yanked her pants and knickers down so she could get out of them. But instead of moving her anywhere else, he simply pressed his face to her pu**y and breathed her in.

He banded an arm around her body, across her ass, and held her in place as she squirmed.

That’s when he opened his eyes and looked straight up her body and into her face. While she watched, utterly still, he used the tip of his tongue to slide between her labia and tickle her clit until the breath shot from her lips.

But she couldn’t tear her eyes from the sight.

He pulled his face back, his lips shiny with her. She swallowed, motionless and waiting for what he’d do.

“People downstairs. Babies sleeping all around. You’re going to have to be so quiet. Can you manage that?” His whispered words played against her already wet and swollen clit, his lips just barely not touching her body.

She nodded, not knowing if she could, knowing she had to. Knowing it really worked for both of them.

He motioned to the bed with a tip of his chin and she moved to it. The windows were open and it was still full day outside. But the glass was also smoked and he’d assured her no one could see in, a fact she could verify herself when they arrived and couldn’t see in any of the windows.

“On the edge. Spread those thighs for me,” he murmured, turning to kiss the inside of her knee and further rendering her to quivering jelly.

He pushed her thighs open even wider, leaving her totally exposed to his attention. At first the touches of his lips, his tongue and even his teeth were gentle and whisper light. But then he moved closer and changed his pace.

She sifted her fingers through his hair, tugging and urging him closer. He chuckled against her pu**y and echoes of pleasure rippled through her.

His thumbs slid back and forth at the hollow of each hip, mesmerizing her.

Little flicks and licks and his tongue stabbed into her cunt, f**king into her body. She had to swallow her gasp, holding it in with the back of her hand pressed against her mouth.

This time she squeezed her eyes shut. It was too much to watch him devastate her with that mouth of his as he worshipped her cunt there on his knees. It was too much to watch the way he touched her with so much reverence and care, even with a rough dig of fingers, he didn’t harm.

Long licks, short licks, quick flicks of the tip of his tongue let her get complacent with his lovely pace. And that’s when he sucked. Oh. She nearly shouted, it felt so good. He sucked her clit in between his lips over and over. Her muscles labored and trembled. She bit into her bottom lip to keep from crying out though it was all she wanted to do.

Other than come, that is.

Orgasm seemed to roll her over and suck her under, pulling her in and holding tight as he continued. She had to yank on his hair and scoot back after the second, smaller aftershock climax.

He kissed her belly, and though her eyes were closed, she knew what he was up to even before she heard the crinkle of the condom wrapper.

“Open your eyes. I want you to see whose c**k is in your pu**y. I want you to see who’s giving you your pleasure.”

She obeyed, overcoming her lethargic muscles only to find him standing next to the bed, his c**k in his hands as he’d lined it up, nudging against her gate. And then he was in her and they both sucked in air as if they were drowning.

The muscles in his neck held a tension she could see as she watched him. The late afternoon sun behind him framed him like a corona.

He was so beautiful. It wasn’t just the outside of him, it was the sum total of Adrian Brown that drove her to her knees. Humbled her. Inspired her.

Because he knew she watched, he held her thighs wide, the glorious muscles on his forearms corded, pulled taut. She watched his tattoos, the way they stretched.

“Touch yourself.” His whisper was harsh and low.

She took her time, knowing from his pace that he’d be there a while, and she had no problems simply enjoying the moments they had.

Licking her fingertips, she played across her ni**les, delighting in the way his lips parted and he began to breathe a little harder.

She rolled and pinched them and he watched, eyes on her like a physical thing. “Yes . . .”

The clasp of her cunt around him when she played with her ni**les nearly pushed him over. But he didn’t want to yet. He wanted to luxuriate in her. Enjoy her body this way. Take this time they’d stolen from the day and just be with one another.

Surreal. Beyond sexy to see her there so bold as she took her pleasure without any shame. No one else got to see this side of her. Damn, that undid him.

Her pu**y tightened again as she slid her right hand down to where he thrust into her body over and over. She played around the base of his cock, getting him even wetter as she got herself lubed.

And then he heard the soft moan she made when her fingers found the clit he’d been licking only minutes before.

Tearing his gaze from her hand, up her belly, lingering on the jaunty bounce of her tits and up into her face, he caught sight of the way she bit her bottom lip to keep from crying out.

Hot damn, that was seriously sexy.