“I’m going to f**k you until you come again!”
And I did.
Brynne took it all; every pounding drive of my c**k into her sweet cove, the sound of our bodies slapping together filling the air, bringing us closer to the end. I loomed over her face with mine, gripping her eyes with mine, owning her body with mine. I saw only her. I felt only her. I heard only her.
She tensed deep inside and rolled her eyes back, her mouth falling open. I took that too. I covered her lips with mine and thrust inside with my tongue. I swallowed her cries when she started to orgasm and gave her mine when the rush hit me in the balls. This was going to be immense—a blast of something indescribable, pleasure that belied words to express what it felt like, shot up my cock. I could only get lost in her and ride it out as I fell into oblivion with the explosion.
My body slowed to a stop and just stayed buried inside her, still convulsing through the pulses. I didn’t want to ever leave where I was. How could I?
Time stilled and we breathed. The simplest task of taking in oxygen was all consuming. I could feel her heart pounding beneath my chest and the little spasms of pleasure being drawn out to the last around my c**k from the tight walls of her quim. So f**king good.
When I could bear to pull my mouth away from her skin, I hovered over her face, searching her eyes for something good. I was afraid for what I might see. The last time we’d been like this together, very bad things happened in the next moments. She told you to get off her and walked out the door.
“I do love you.” I whispered the words barely audible just inches away from her face and watched her eyes grow luminous and then wet. She started to cry.
Not really the reaction I’d hoped for. I pulled out of her body and felt the gush of wet between us. But Brynne surprised me yet again. Instead of distancing herself, she burrowed right up against my chest, held on to me and sobbed quietly. She wept but wasn’t trying to get away from me. She was seeking comfort. I realized I would never understand a woman’s mind.
“Tell me everything will be okay…even if it won’t…” she said between sobs.
“It will be, baby. I’ll make sure.” I wanted a Djarum so bad I could taste it. Instead I held her against me and stroked over her hair, twining my fingers through its silkiness over and over again until she stopped crying.
“Why?” she asked after a while.
“Why what?” I kissed her forehead.
“Why do you love me?” Her voice was low but the question very clearly heard.
“I can’t change how I feel or know why, Brynne. I just know you’re my girl and I’ve had to follow my heart.” She still couldn’t tell me the same. I knew she cared for me but I think she was more convinced that she was undeserving of love more than anything. Either giving or receiving.
“I haven’t told you the rest of the story yet, Ethan.”
Bingo. “What are you afraid of?” She stiffened in my arms. “Tell me what frightens you, baby.”
“That you’ll stop.”
“Stop loving you? No. I won’t.”
“But when you know everything? I’m a mess, Ethan.” She looked up at me with her eyes sparking different colors again.
“Hmmm.” I kissed the end of her nose. “I know enough already and it changes nothing about how I feel. You can’t be any worse than me. I command you to stop worrying. And you’re right. You are a mess down here, and I made you that way.” I snaked my hand down between her legs and slid my fingers all along the center of her and felt what I’d put there. The caveman in me loved the idea of all that cum I’d put inside her, but she probably didn’t. “Take a bath with me and we can talk some more.”
Her eyes widened from my touch but she nodded her head and said, “That sounds nice.”
I rolled off the bed and went in to start the bath water. Her eyes tracked me, looking over my back. I knew she was staring at the scars. I knew she’d ask me about them soon too. And I would have to share my f**ked up train wreck of a past. I didn’t want to. The thought of bringing her into that cluster f**k went against every instinct I possessed, but still, I wouldn’t ever keep the truth from her again. That wasn’t an option with Brynne and I’d learned my lesson.
I poured in some bath bubbles and adjusted the temperature. I looked up at the sight of her walking into the bathroom. Naked and beautiful and coming toward me, she took my breath away even if she’d gotten too slim. I found myself thinking about another round of prehistoric shagging but forced it down so the rational part of my brain could function. We really needed to talk through some things and sex had a way of pushing to the front of the queue and overshadowing everything else. The greedy bastard.
So I took her hand instead and helped her step into the tub with me and got us settled. I sat in the back and put her in front of me, her slippery bum resting temptingly against my suddenly reawakening cock. I told my tackle to shut the hell up, and to imagine Muriel the street vendor and her accompanying mustache if he wanted more of Brynne’s divine fanny. That did the trick. Muriel was hideous, and probably not even a real woman. Maybe not even human. In fact, I’m sure Muriel is really an alien scout sent here to sell newspapers and learn the language. I still craved my Djarums. Piles of them.
Brynne sniffed the air. “Do you smoke in here?”
“Sometimes.” I really need to stop doing that. “But I’ll have to stop it inside the house now that you’re here with me.”
“I don’t mind it, Ethan. The smell of the spice and the cloves is nice and it doesn’t bother me, but I know it’s bad for you and I don’t like that part.”
“I’m trying to quit.” I slid my hands up her arm and then down over a breast resting just at water level. “With you here I’ll do better. You can be my motivation, okay?”
She took a deep breath and nodded. Then she started talking.