Frat House Confessions--Brody by Bethany Lopez

Author:Bethany Lopez
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Bethany Lopez

Twenty-Two

Brody

The room was lit only by the corner lamp and I finally had Emma in my arms.

There would be no brothers popping in, or brothers’ girlfriends for that matter. We had the whole night, just the two of us, and I was suddenly extremely nervous.

We were on the bed, Emma wearing a tank top and underwear and me in my boxer briefs.

She was stunning. More so than ever with her long, dark hair strewn over the bed and her cheeks rosy from my kisses.

“You never wear makeup.”

It was an observation; one I’d had before but it had never really registered until now.

Emma shook her head slightly and said, “Only Chapstick or sometimes gloss.”

She didn’t need any, that was for sure, but it seemed funny that I don’t think I’d ever known a female who didn’t wear makeup. Ever.

“Was it a conscious choice, or…?” I asked, running my fingertips over the edge of her jaw.

“I don’t know,” she replied, her hand moving slowly up and down my naked back. “At first I think it was simply an expense I couldn’t afford. And then as I got older it just never interested me.”

“So what do you spend money on? When you’re indulging?” I asked, honestly curious to learn every little thing about her.

“Coffee,” Emma said with a laugh.

“Something over five dollars. Over fifty.”

“Hmmm, probably jewelry. That’s my indulgence. I like shiny things and I guess that’s how I decorate myself … not with makeup, but with trinkets.”

I ran my thumb over her earlobe, which had five earrings adorning the soft flesh, then moved it down the side of her throat and to her chest.

“I’d like to see diamonds here,” I said, tracing the shape of a necklace along her skin.

“Diamonds?”

“Yeah … and here.” I slid down the material of her camisole before bunching it up and lifting it to bare her midriff. “Maybe a little stud.”

“You’d like me to get a belly ring?” she asked, her voice hitching as I lightly caressed her belly, just above her panties.

“It doesn’t have to be real,” I said, bending so I could press my lips against her collar bone.

When my hand moved lower to cup her over the cotton, Emma writhed beneath me, but said with a sharp laugh, “No needles are going down there.”

I chuckled as I played with her and rained kisses over the tops of her breasts.

“How about an emerald-studded thong?”

“How about you wear an emerald-studded thong?” she asked, before thrusting up her hips and shoving her hands in my hair. “Stop talking.”

“Yes, ma’am,” I replied, then busied my mouth with something other than words.

Our playful banter had been just what I needed to dissolve the nerves and focus on what we both wanted.

I moved aside her panties and moaned when I found her wet.

“You’re so fucking perfect,” I managed as I slid my fingers inside her heat.

“Yes … Brody,” Emma groaned, arching against me and tugging my hair tightly.

Encouraged by her response, I moved lower, continuing to work her as my mouth joined the party.

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