“Yes. Very much perfect I think.” She smiled at me, her eyes sparking a beautiful golden brown.
“Last night…was so amazing.” I kissed her again. “You were completely amazing.”
She got that shy little blush that happened when she thought about some of the really filthy stuff we did in bed. It made me just that much hotter for her. She allowed me to have her how I wished to and trusted me to treat her right. Her trust in me brought me to my knees, and I would never take that for granted. “So were you.” She stroked my length with a firm grip, pulling it into a little twist at the bell-end that got me painfully hard.
“…feels so f**king good,” I grit out.
“I know,” she said mischievously, and then scrambled down to take me in her mouth.
“Ahh…fuck yes! Yes, that’s it…” I lost the ability to form words so I just shut up and took what she gave to me so generously.
Brynne knew how to suck my c**k to perfection. She had all the moves down. The long drawing pulls that brought me to the back of her throat, down to the licks around the vein that fed it, to the squeezing of my balls at just the moment I needed to feel the pressure.
I let her work her magic, threw my head back and allowed her to take charge of my pleasure.
For a little while.
Until I was driven to make the switch and take control of things.
She was working me over skillfully, her wet, warm mouth sucking me deep into her throat when I felt my c**k swell and my balls tighten. I wanted to be buried inside her sweet cunt when I came this morning, I decided.
So I pulled her off and up my body to straddle me. I lifted her quickly and found my target. She understood what I wanted without me asking and guided my c**k home, bearing down to swallow me all the way to the root.
Beautiful. Fucking. Perfection.
She cried out at my invasion, throwing her head backward, making her hair fall behind her, arching her spine so I could get a really good view of my c**k piercing her cunt over and over as we f**ked as if our lives depended on it.
She knew. She knew exactly what I liked and how I liked it. My perfect sexual goddess.
As she rode my cock, she made sounds that were so fueled with sex it only served to push me harder. Gripping her hips, I worked her wickedly fast until the little cries she made changed their tone, flattening out in desperation, told me she was very close to coming.
“Look at me, baby. Give me those beautiful eyes of yours when you come all over my cock. Let me feel you cream all over me. I want to see your face when it happens.”
What passed between us after that was the stuff that makes memories you’ll never forget. I knew I would never forget how Brynne looked to me in that moment of complete possession—faced flushed with pleasure, ni**les budded up tight, quivering above her ribs, hair settling over her shoulders and flowing down, eyes fiery with the look of satisfaction. Absolutely breathtaking.
She brought her head forward and looked down at me. Her smoky brown eyes flared and held onto mine. I felt the convulsions start within her, reflexively gripping around me as she went off. I felt my c**k harden and swell, preparing to blow me into oblivion, on such a ride of pleasure, I reacted with hardly a thought of what I’d do to her when the explosion hit. My c**k in her cunt, my mouth on her skin, my hands in her hair… Ethan inside Brynne. There was nothing else in existence in that moment.
I don’t know how much time passed, but when I could coherently take stock of the present moment, she was lying on top of me, still holding me within her body, breathing deeply. My mouth was glued to a spot on her neck, sucking softly and soothing with my tongue.
I pulled back and focused. Quite the mark on her elegant neck that I’d just made. It looked like I’d bit her, which I’d done before, and would probably do again. I couldn’t help some of the things I did to her when I lost myself in her. Thankfully, she never seemed to be bothered at all by the marks I made on her skin. I always felt guilty for losing control with her though, but realized the capability for it to happen was unique to her specifically. Brynne was my only experience with losing control like that during sex. She was the only one who had ever brought me to such a level of soul-baring exposure. She was the only person I trusted enough to even dare to take a step toward that place.
“I’ve given you one huge love bite this time, baby. I’m so sorry for marking—”
“—I don’t care, you know that,” she cut me off, lifting her head up to me.
“You might care this time,” I hedged, “because we have to go down to the big house and greet all those overnight guests that stayed at Hannah and Freddy’s.” I brushed my thumb over the sucking bruise that bloomed between the base of her neck and her ear, wondering what she would really say when she got a good look at it. “I’m a beast, what can I say?”
“You’re my lovely beast and I’m sure whatever you branded on me is fine. I’ll just cover it over with my hair.” She laid her head back down and nestled against me with a sexy yawn.
“Somebody is sleepy.”
“Well, yeah, that happens when you don’t spend much time actually sleeping the previous night,” she returned without a pause, bringing a hand to my ribs like she was going to go for another tickle.
I took her hand in one of mine and neutralized her potential attack, grabbing a lovely handful of her prized arse with my other, and squeezed. The feel of her soft curves in my hands made everything feel right with the world. “But we should probably get moving, baby,” I reminded gently, annoyed that we couldn’t just stay here in bed together and sleep for a few more hours.
“Now wait a minute, am I hearing you correctly? Whose idea was this wedding weekend extravaganza with a morning-after breakfast anyway, because I sure as hell know it wasn’t mine.”
She had a point. Our wedding had been much more of an event than either of us would have preferred, but when the plans were put into motion, the reasoning behind everything was very valid. As the ideas were laid down, I’d wanted as much exposure for her as possible; the higher profile the celebrity of a society wedding would bring, the better the insulation at protecting Brynne from her stalker. At the time none of us had known he was a rogue crazy named Karl Westman. I’d feared much higher levels were involved…and they were on the clean-up end. Of that I was certain. Westman had been taken down by US Secret Service. Threat eliminated and extinguished…by expert professionals who could make a person just disappear if they want to.