head. “I don’t need you to do that, Bryn. I don’t want you to.”
I quickly turned to press my finger over his lips. “This is about right and wrong, not about me fighting your battles.”
His eyebrows pulled together. The creases between his eyes were deep and pronounced. I planted a soft kiss on his parted lips.
“Please?” I whispered then kissed him again. “Please?” I kept kissing and repeating my request until, full of explosive passion, his mouth claimed mine, and we were all over the bed.
Chapter Thirteen
Bryn Christmas
It wasn’t the alarm that woke me up—it was Jamison’s big fat erection grinding into the crack of my ass, requesting entrance to my warm passage. The night before, our skin-on-skin heavy petting and deep kissing had felt compulsive. We didn’t stop rolling at all angles across the bed until our activity slowed. Then we clung to each other, wrapped our legs around each other’s, and fell asleep. Throughout the night, whenever we lost contact, we would quickly find it again. Our bodies were asleep, but our souls were awake and in desperate need of each other’s touch.
I’d given in to Jamison’s beckoning. His heaviness was on top of me. He was between my legs. My joints bore the weight of his six-foot, three-inch frame composed mostly of muscle.
Our warmed skin mushed together. He filled me up with his manhood. The room was hazy because it was snowy and gray outside…
“Um…”
“Hah…”
“Uh…”
Our sounds of lovemaking merged like a song of pure rapture until his “Oh” resonated, deep and guttural, as his body trembled.
“What does that feel like?” I asked after he rolled me over to lie on top of him. My cheek rested on his neck as we waited for our hearts to slow.
“What does what feel like?”
“When you have an orgasm. The way you tremble and grunt, it seems like the best thing since sliced bread.”
Jamison chuckled. “You’ve been with a guy who blows. Don’t we all do the same thing?”
I chuckled. “Yeah, but this is the first time I paid attention.”
Jamison placed a kiss on my lips. “Yeah, it feels better than sliced bread, and even better because I’m with you.”
I beamed down at him, but before we could kiss again, my alarm chimed. It was time to get ready for work.
I tried to roll out of his arms, but he held me tighter. “Not yet, baby. It’s your turn.”
“My turn?” He’d already come. There was no way he could get it up that fast.
“Mm-hm,” he said, smirking.
Jamison rolled me onto my back. His skillfully silky tongue sucked my right and then left breast deep into his balmy mouth. I moaned and wriggled as his teeth grazed my nipples, which sent strokes of pleasure through my pussy. He indulgently licked and nibbled his way down my sternum, then stomach, and then…
I quickened, gasped, and dug into the sheets when his tongue first lapped my clit.
One Hour Later
I stared up at the elevator’s ceiling, hands on my hips, tapping my foot. The thing wasn’t moving fast enough. Jamison had given me multiple orgasms. He said he could eat my pussy for breakfast with a cherry on top all day long if I’d play hooky and send Alana and Alex to Eden’s for the day without me. His proposal was tempting, but I couldn’t do anything to jeopardize spending the weekend with the kids. Alex and Alana wouldn’t make much headway without me being there, at least not on that day.
“Tomorrow,” I whispered. We were going to stay in all day and make love like horny Greek gods.
A slow smile came to my lips as I thought about our bodies against each other. It seemed unreal that I would have a normal, non–fucked-up boyfriend. Not that I’d had many fucked-up boyfriends, but Dale had been my one and only boyfriend, and he was fucked up enough for the ten I’d never had.
I wondered what he would be like that day. Maybe he would stay away from me, since he would be licking his wounds from the previous night. I hoped so.
As the doors slid open, I began to question my last thought about Jamison. Was he truly sane? Only time would tell.
“There she is,” Alana said from across the room as she jumped to her feet. She and Alex were sitting on a sofa in the lobby, both messing with their cell phones.
I threw up a hand. “I’m sorry I’m late.”
“Well, it’s not like we don’t know why,” Alana said, reaching down by the