Chapter 328: The Night... [2]
Brandon chuckled under his breath, letting her pull him along at her own pace until they reached the car parked just off the sand.
Florence’s hand slid away from his as she opened the back door.
Without hesitation, she pushed the front seats forward and lowered the backrest, flattening the space into a makeshift bed.
Then she turned back to him and stepped closer, her hands immediately reaching for the buttons of his shirt.
Her fingers slipped between each button, fastening and popped them open one by one.
Brandon smiled dryly, letting her take the lead as the cool night air brushed against his chest.
"Florence... you’re awfully impatient tonight."
"Shh," she hushed, her eyes flickering up at him "Don’t talk. Just lie down."
With a surprising strength, she pressed against his chest, urging him back until he fell into the open car.
The seat dipped beneath his weight as he settled on his back.
Florence stood just outside the threshold for a moment as her hands drifted to her dress straps and, without hesitation, she slid them down her shoulders.
The soft fabric slithered down her body and pooled at her feet, leaving her standing in nothing but a red lace bra and matching panties.
Brandon’s gaze lingered and a smile appeared on his lips "You know, you’re going to make me forget about sleeping entirely."
Florence tilted her head slightly, folding her arms lightly under her chest, unintentionally pushing her breasts higher against the red cups of lace.
"That’s fine; I didn’t really bring you out here to sleep anyway."
With that, she finally stepped inside before closing the car door behind her.
Brandon propped himself on one elbow, watching her as she crawled onto the makeshift bed.
Each movement made the faint straps of lace catch the dim light, and his gaze moved to her breasts, watching them sway shamelessly.
Florence lowered herself inch by inch until she was pressed flush against him, her body melting into his.
She tucked her chin against his shoulder, and the tip of her nose nuzzled lightly along the crook of his neck, inhaling his scent.
Brandon shifted slightly beneath her, adjusting to her weight.
His hand slid upward along the curve of her back, and his fingers traced the line of her spine through the lace, then dipped lower, exploring the smooth arch of her waist before settling firmly on her ass.
Her body tensed for the briefest moment at the contact, her breath hitching, but she didn’t pull away. Instead, her nails pressed just a little harder against his chest as though to steady herself.
Brandon gave a deliberate squeeze, feeling the softness of her flesh mold beneath his palm.
He tilted his head toward her ear, his lips brushing her temple as he murmured in a low, teasing voice, "You really meant it when you said you wanted to stay close... Hmm."
Florence’s response came as a muffled hum, her cheek still nestled against his throat.
She wiggled faintly in his grasp, shifting her hips closer to him as though testing the strength of his hold. "Closer,"
Obliging her, Brandon pulled her against him, his fingers sinking deeper into the curve of her ass, dragging her tighter into his lap until no space remained between them.
The heat of her body seared against his, separated only by the thin lace of her underwear.
Florence let out a faint sigh that trembled between relief and pleasure, her lips brushing lightly against the side of his neck.
She left a faint kiss there, almost absentmindedly, before rubbing her cheek against his skin like a cat demanding affection.
She tilted her head slightly, brushing the tip of her nose along his jawline before leaving another kiss just below his ear.
Meanwhile, Brandon’s grip on her ass tightened again, kneading firmly as he shifted her hips, coaxing her body to move against him.
Florence gasped quietly, her lashes fluttering, and she clung to him tighter.
He leaned in, lips brushing her temple as he murmured in a low, teasing voice, "This bra of yours, Florence... the fabric, it’s kind of uncomfortable rubbing against me like this."
His fingers lingered at the lace strap over her shoulder, tugging it just faintly as if to underscore his words.
Florence’s cheeks flushed faintly, a soft pink blooming across her skin, "Oh, is it now?"
Brandon chuckled, "No, I was actually kiddin-"
"Then close your eyes, Kael."
"Huh?" Brandon blinked, unsure if she is being serious or kidding "Wait, what?"
Florence leaned in closer, her blonde hair brushing across his cheek as she raised both her hands, gently pressing her palms over his eyes. "I said... close your eyes. Since it’s quite uncomfortable for you... let’s remove the bra."
Brandon froze, his lips parting slightly, "Florence, as I said, I was joking-"
"Shh..." she hushed him quickly, her lips grazing his ear as she leaned close enough that her breath tickled his skin. "No excuses."
Brandon tensed for a moment before sighing "...Okay."
"That’s better," she whispered as she slowly pulled her hands away, brushing her fingers lightly over his temples.
For a moment, she simply looked at him and she bit her lower lip, her blush deepening as she reached back behind her.
The sound of the clasp unhooking was subtle, making Brandon twitch faintly.
Florence slid the straps down her shoulders slowly, letting the bra fall away to reveal her enormous breasts with inverted nipples.
She held the bra in her hand for a moment and, with a playful giggle, she leaned forward, pressing the lace bra over his eyes like a makeshift blindfold.
Keeping his eyes closed, Brandon sighed "Florence?"
"Don’t open your eyes yet, darling." she whispered, leaning forward until her breasts pressed warmly against his chest.
The sudden closeness made his breath catch in his throat as the contrast of her soft skin against his bare chest was both intoxicating and overwhelming.
Florence’s cheek brushed against his cheek as she whispered, "Better now, isn’t it?"
She slowly dragged the lace away from his eyes and opening his eyes, Brandon looked down at her breasts being pressed against his chest "...Much better."
His hands slid to her hips, as he pulled her closer, settling her body more firmly on top of him.
"You’re making it really hard to behave, Florence," he teased, his lips brushing against her neck, sucking gently to leave a faint mark that made her shiver.
With a giggle, she pinched his cheek "Oh, that’s good."
Taking a quick glimpse at the breasts being pressed against his chest, he muttered "How can I sleep when you are on top of me like this, Florence?"
She patted his cheek with a sultry smile "That’s for you to find, Kael. Good night."
He sighed quietly, shaking his head, though a faint smile tugged at his lips. "You’re cruel, Florence," he whispered into her hair, his hand sliding idly up and down her back.