Free Connections by Amber Bourbon Page B

stepped towards her, his hand on her cheek, “Shayla Daniels, has any man ever made you feel the way I do?”
    She shook her head to answer no.
    “ Has any man ever given you the butterflies I do? I know you have them right now. I can see it in your eyes.”
    She closed her eyes, “Brad, I can’t spend my whole life being the woman you fuck because Claire isn’t giving you any unless she wants a child.”
    Brad let his hand drift down her neck slowly, “I’m sorry if that’s how I made you feel Shayla. Everything between us was always so intense, so raw. I didn’t understand it then.”
    “ I don’t understand it now.” She confessed as she felt the scarf drift away from her body.
    “ Did you understand it then?” his hands began to push away the sweater.
    Her eyes were locked on his, “I thought I did. I thought I loved you, that you loved me. I did so many stupid things for you Brad.”
    “ Do you regret the things you did for me?”
    Her heart raced as she felt his hands sliding under her t-shirt, they were hot against her chilled skin. “No.”
    Brad smiled, “I promise, no more being a bonus, unless you want to.”
    “ I can’t go back to this Brad. I can’t be your mistress.”
    He pulled her t-shirt off of her, his hands running up her body to her lace bra. “You aren’t my mistress Shayla. You are the woman I love.”
    “ But you’re married.” Her body responded to his touch, encouraging him. She wanted him.
    She needed to feel Brad touch her.
    “ Only on paper” He kissed her neck, hearing her purr with pleasure. “It’s only for the kids. Once they’re old enough to deal with it, we’re getting divorced.”
    “ What am I supposed to do? Just wait around?” Her fingers combed his hair as he moved to kiss her between her breasts.
    “ Give me a chance.” Brad had sunk down to his knees as he reached to unbutton her jeans.
    Shayla pulled away for a moment as she looked at him.
    His eyes said it all.
    He wanted her.
    He needed her.
    Now and always.
    She unbuttoned her jeans and pushed her body out of them, leaving her standing in front of him in her pink lace bra and matching panties. She went towards the bed, “Are you joining me, or not?”
    Brad began to pull his own t-shirt off, and slug off his jeans as he watched her pose on the bed. He’d never thought he’d get another chance with her, he was going to make this last, he was going to remind her how good it felt to be with him. He was going to close the deal.
    Her heart was racing as she watched him crawl to her, his hair was closer to salt and pepper now than it had been the last time, but it turned her on even more. None of the other men she’d slept with had looked at her the way he did.
    He pushed her legs apart, kissing his way up them, his tongue teasing her thighs before he gave her one, slow, long lick over her panties before he reached up to pull them down.
    Her pussy was wet, her scent filling his senses, turning him from a hungry man to a ravenous one. He took the time to enjoy her, the taste just as he’d remembered, just as he’d longed for all this time.
    His cock was hard, but he knew it would get relief; he just had to build up to it. He had to remind Shayla just what he could do for her.
    Her body radiated with passion as she felt herself grinding her pussy into Brad’s face. It had been far too long since a man had gone down on her with this kind of attention. She was almost afraid to let herself come and have it end, yet he did that one simple move that always got her as his tongue and fingers moved in a way of a master musician playing their instrument.
    “ Oh Brad.” She cried out, her body against his face, “Uncle Brad!”
    He could hear her screams, and the moment she called him Uncle Brad, his cock got as hard as it possibly could. He loved when they played this little part of the game. He moved up her body with kisses, stopping at each breast before looking up at her, “What do you want Uncle