“I do feel safe with you…I always have. And I know my dad respects you very much. He told me how he had to push you to take me on.” She made a sound against me, her mouth right over my pectoral. A nice sound; soft and pretty, and one that got me very hard. “I just wish he had told me what was happening with you.” She paused and then whispered longingly, “I have to know what’s going on, Ethan. I can’t ever go back to being the unaware victim. Secrets will destroy me—I just can’t handle them now. I’ll always have to know everything. Waking up like that and finding myself on that table, not knowing who or what—I can’t—”
“Shhhhh…I know.” I stopped her before she could get too worked up. “I realize that now.”
I reached for her face. I wanted to see her eyes when I told her the next part. She was absolutely beautiful looking up at me in the starry nighttime light from where she rested on my chest. Her lips needed kissing and I wanted to be inside her again, but I forced myself to speak instead. “I am so sorry for keeping secrets. I understand why you need transparency. I get it, and I promise to tell you everything from now on, even if I think you won’t like to hear it. And I know that was hard for you to tell me your story tonight, but I want you to know I am so damn proud of you. You are so strong…and lovely…and brilliant, Brynne Bennett. My beautiful American girl.” I rubbed over her lips with my thumb.
She smiled with half of her mouth up at me. “Thank you,” she mouthed.
“And you know what the best part is?” I asked.
“Tell me.”
“You’re here with me. Right here, where I can do this.” I dipped my hand up under her shirt and cupped a breast, so soft, filling my hand with its gentle weight. I smiled at her. The kind of smile I can feel on my face, and pretty much only give to her and a very short list of others.
“I am,” she said. “And I’m glad I’m here with you, Ethan. You’re the first person to make me…forget.” Her voice grew softer but strangely, more clear. “I don’t know why it works with you, but it does. I—I couldn’t do—intimacy for a long time. And then it was still…difficult…those times I tried—”
“It doesn’t matter anymore, baby,” I interrupted. I hated to even imagine Brynne with someone else; another man seeing her naked, touching her, making her come. The images drove me mad with jealousy, but what she’d just told me also made me so damn happy at the same time. I was the first person to make her forget. Fuck yes! And I’d make it so I’d be the last person she’d ever remember too.
“I have you now, and I’m holding on to you, and I don’t ever want to let you go.”
She purred at me and her eyes flared as I palmed her other breast and found her tight budded nipple. She had sensitive ni**les and I loved to devour them. And make her want me. This was the real motivation if I was honest. Making Brynne want me was my obsession.
I moved her hair aside and latched onto her neck with my lips. I loved the taste of her skin and how she responded when I touched her. We had chemistry together, and I knew this from the very beginning. Right now she was arching into my chest, bumping her breast further into my hand. I pinched the nipple and relished the sound she made when I did that. I knew where this was leading, or where I wanted it to lead. Me moving inside her, making her come, her getting that soft, gorgeous look in her eyes after she climaxed. I lived for that look in her eyes. That look drove me into behaviors I had never even considered before with a woman.
She started to grind on my lap. Her hips rocking over my now very aroused c**k under the thin fabric of the joggers, making me envision all sorts of kinky things I could try. And man did I want to try out some kink with her.
I snaked my hand up through the leg of the silk boxers she had on and right to her cleft. Easy access. And so f**king wet for me I could only forge ahead for more. She made sounds when I touched her quim and started circling over her tight bud of a clit that wanted my c**k knocking against it. She wanted me. I made her want me sexually. If it was the best I could do with her for now then I would take what I could get. I wanted more from my Brynne though. So much more.
I dragged my mouth away from her neck and my hand from her pu**y and lifted her off my lap to stand before me. I stayed in the lounger and flicked my gaze over her. “Strip for me.”
She wobbled on her feet a bit, looking down at me, her expression unreadable. I didn’t know what she would do with the command, but I didn’t care. I was about to find out and the thrill of the challenge hardened me to iron.
“But we’re outside…” She turned to look off the balcony and then back to me.
“Get naked and climb back on top of me.”
She started breathing heavier and I still wasn’t sure what she would do, but I told her anyway. Brynne liked it when I was blunt.
“No one can see. I want to f**k right here, right now, under the stars,” I said.
She stared me down with those eyes of hers whose color cannot be named and brought her hands to the bottom of her t-shirt. She swept it up and off in a blink, but held it in one hand for a moment before releasing the fabric and letting it drop to the floor of the balcony. That delay, that look she gave me was pure unadulterated sexy. My girl knew how to play this game. She also had the most gorgeous tits in the world.
She moved to the waist band of the shorts next. Her thumbs dug in under the elastic. My mouth began to water as they started down. She bent gracefully and stepped out of my silk boxers. She stood utterly bare for me, legs slightly parted, her hair wildly mussed from sleep, waiting for me to say what to do next.
“God, just look at you. There’s nothing you could tell me that would change how I feel about you, or make me want you less.” My c**k pounded with its own heartbeat, dying to spunk her up. “Believe me,” I told her, my tone carrying a bit of a sting.
She got a look on her face that suggested my words relieved her. Brynne still had so much doubt in her about how her past might change my feelings for her. I have to work on showing her that it’s inconsequential to me. “Come here, beautiful.”
She came to me and crawled onto my lap again, folding her legs and settling right over my c**k with only a layer of soft cotton separating our skin. I went for her tits first, cupping one in each hand and squeezing. They filled my hands exactly, not overflowing but a soft weight that tantalized with the promise of claiming another part of her body for my own. Perfection.
She arched back when I bit over a nipple. Not hard, but enough to give her a little twinge and then a glorious moan when I soothed it with my tongue. I wondered how she’d do with clamps. I bet I could get her to orgasm. In fact, I pretty much knew I could. She would be something magnificent to watch when it happened. I worked over the other breast and felt her stiffen, curling back in my arms, all splayed out and warm…and gorgeous.
I had to be inside her. To feel Brynne orgasm around my fingers or tongue or c**k was an indescribable sensation, one I had become addicted to. I moved my hand down her back, sliding over her bum in a trail, going further down and underneath to meet her wet slit from behind. She gasped a soft sound when my fingers touched her quim, and moaned when they penetrated her wet heat in a deep grip.
“You’re mine…” I told her in a whisper, just inches from her face. “This pu**y is mine. All the time…whether it’s my fingers…or my tongue…or my cock.”
She flared her eyes at me as my fingers went to work. I took her mouth and buried my tongue as far as I could in tandem with what my fingers were doing between her thighs. Those gorgeous thighs spread open over my lap because I’d told her to do it.
I was so sexed out I’m sure I was too rough with her, but I couldn’t seem to rein it in. She didn’t protest, and if she had, I would’ve stopped. Every response, every sound and sigh, every undulation over my cock, told me that, in fact, she got off on it. Brynne liked me dominant when we f**ked and I loved her exactly how she was with me.