Free Aftermath by Alicia Roberts Page A

time with me.
    He placed his hands on my shoulders again, and let them travel down to the sides of my breasts. I wanted him to lift them up, squeeze them, pinch my nipples… but he did nothing. I placed my hands on top of his and whimpered softly in disappointment and desire.
    He smiled at my distress, pleased at my reaction, knowing that I was completely aroused and wanting more. "Take off your dress," he commanded.
    I reached behind to my back and undid the zip. I w riggled my arms out, and slid the dress down my torso, exposing my breasts in their white lace bra . Brad drank in the sight of my breasts jiggling as I slid the dress down, exposing my bare stomach, and then my white lace-front panties. I was wearing stockings held up by garter belt s , and I slid my legs out of the dress, kicking it off the bed.
    Brad leaned over and began kissing my neck, running his lips up and down. I felt the electricity coursing down my spine, and I moaned softly, while Brad's hands slipped behind my back and unhooked my bra. I felt it being slid over my arms and suddenly I was exposed to him, my nipples hardening even before his lips touched them.
    He took his time , running his fingers over my breasts in soft, concentric circles, till he reached my erect, expectant nipples. I cried softly in delight as his fingers captured my nipples, squeezing them, twisting gently.
    I began to moan hoarsely, begging him to suck on my nipples, to take my tits in his mouth. He smiled as I started to lose control, and then finally his head dipped towards my breast and I breathed deeply in expectation.
    His teeth clamped down tight on my nipple, and I squealed in pain, trying to push his head off, and then groaning in delight as he took my hard nipple between his lips and started to suck roughly.
    I felt my self growing wetter with desire , and my breath had become fast and loud. Brad began to play with my garter straps and pulled my stockings off. The cool air felt good on my thighs, and he ran his fingers up them. I felt him hook his thumbs under the waist of my panties, and pull them down. My smooth mound was now exposed and I felt everything inside me tighten and clamp down in excitement.
    Once my panties were off, Brad pushed my thighs apart and positioned himself between my spread-eagled legs. I saw him smile as he started to stroke my wet, engorged lips, parting them and pressing firmly as he moved up and down. I saw his head dip, and then I felt his tongue on my wet opening, pushing my lips apart, licking me up greedily .
    M y juices were dripping all over his mouth, and I felt his tongue move away and a finger pressed inside me. It pushed in and out and toyed with me, making me writhe in delight. I felt a nother finger swirl against my swollen nub, and then using his tongue, he speared my clit over and over again.
    I felt myself scream out and I grabbed the edges of my pillow as the first wave of orgasm rock ed through my body. I tensed and screamed again as Brad continued his tongue-lashing and I lost track of where I was. My senses were blurred and I felt the intensity of it all rush through my body and out between my lips until I was finally spent.
    When I came to, I realized that there were now two fingers inside my pussy thrusting against my walls. Brad was stroking my clit with his thumb and smiling down at me. I smiled back, too weak and happy to feel embarrassed at my carnal display.
    "There are benefits to marrying me, no?" Brad asked.
    I nodded happily, and as I looked into his deep, satisfied eyes and felt his fingers within me and stroking my clit, I think that's when the thought first entered my head: he must be mine.
    Brad withdrew his fingers , and I watched him take off his pants and slide out of his boxers. I loved to see him naked, his hard, tanned body and his large, swollen erection. The head was a deep shade of purple, angry and demanding attention, and as soon as he was within an arms' length, I reached out and sighed with