Whirlwind

CHAPTER 4

The tantalizing kiss made his body taut with want, his length hardening achingly. The way the were glued together, there was not telling where he ended and where Rosaline began.

A little shuffling of the feet and Rosaline's back was pressed against the kitchen counter. The cold granite did nothing to seize the fire raging inside her. With knees like jelly, only the counter and Brad's hold on her rear kept her from crumbling on the floor.

Everything was spiralling out of control but all her mind could dwell on was how possessive Brad was with the kiss. It shouldn't have felt right, but it did.

"If you tell me to stop right now, I will. Otherwise I'm taking you to my room," he rasped pressing his forehead on hers.

Good! She now had a chance to put a stop to this madness but was shocked more than anyone when she said, " You don't think the counter is strong enough?"

Brad let out the breathe he hadn't realised he was holding and smiled. "Oh! Believe me, I made sure it was. But things I want to do to you require the comfort of the bed."

"What things?"

Trailing his hands up her belly to her breasts, his fingers grazed her nipples ever so lightly, making goosebumps cover her body and a shiver that shot through her spine, followed by a gasp that shook him from the inside out."I can show you better than I can tell you."

"I don't doubt that for a second," she murmured hoarsely.

His voice was roughened by desire when he said, "Enough chitchat."

As soon as the words left his mouth, he lifted her in his arms as if she weighed nothing, carrying her up the stairs to his bedroom where he carefully placed her on the soft crimson covered bed. He crawled over her and kissed her slowly pouring everything he felt into that kiss. Whatever it was he felt.

In her nighty, she felt overdressed, needing to feel Brad's skin against hers.

"You are too covered for my liking," he mumbled against her lips as if reading her mind.

"I believe you can do something about that. Or should I?" Her breath fanned his swollen lips and heightened his desire and his cock fought for freedom.

Without responding, he leaned back on his knees and peeled off her clothes torturously slow until she was clad only in her panties. She did not need his permission to help him out of his clothing, leaving him completely naked. Their frantic movement didn't give her a chance to dwell on how huge he was.

His hand pushed the scrap of lace aside while his forefinger found the slick folds and his thumb rubbed against her bud, moaning at how wet she was for him.

"Oh, Brad!" She covered her mouth with a hand to keep the moans from escaping, but jerked his gaze to him when he felt his fingers stop moving. "Why did you stop?" Her voice was breathy, and shrill from frustration.

"If we're going to do this, I want to hear your every moan and scream. I want to hear you screammy name when you cum." His unsmiling facing and burning eyes were like fuel to an already raging fire. Something about the dominant Brad turned her on immensely. "Now, remove the hand and... don't close you eyes. I want to see you."

She nodded her head in acknowledgement but he shook hes head and growled, "Words, Rosaline. I need words."

"Okay." It came out squeaky. Whether from desire or anxiety of what he'd do if she didn't comply or both, she couldn't tell.

In a swift almost rough shove, his finger slipped inside her and she writhed with want. She could feel her insides tighten as he felt like she was getting closer and closer to the edge of a cliff, about to topple over. As if feeling the approaching climax, Brad slowed the movement of his finger. "Now, Brad."