Briella
How long had it been since I had fallen asleep in a man's arms?
Years. That's how long.
I didn't exactly have the time for serious dating when I moved back home, and my dad would have thrown a fit if I had brought a man back to the house. At first, I had missed it, but then slowly but surely, I had forgotten how it felt.
Waking up with Tommy's arms around me brought it all back in a rush.
He was a warm comforting presence at my back. His heavy arm was slung over my hip. Somehow when we had been asleep, the hand on my stomach had slipped under the fabric of the shirt I was wearing to rest against my naked skin.
It both thrilled and terrified me how much I enjoyed having him so close.
It was more than the fact that I had never been in bed with a man like him before. Surely after everything that had happened over the last week, I should have been running out screaming that he was touching me. I should have felt terrified about the way he was pressing his cock into the groove of my ass.
But it only terrified me because I was enjoying it so much. I felt safe in his arms.
Without thinking I wiggled backwards, rubbing myself against him. Instantly his hand tightened, the fingers kneading the flesh of my stomach as he pulled me against him more snugly.
I swallowed hard.
My hips moved of their own volition, rolling against him. The small movement drew a long heat filled moan from his lips.
He did want me. He hadn't been lying about that.
I wiggled back a little more. Holding my breath as the hand that had been kneading my stomach dropped lower, sliding featherlight caresses across my mound.
I couldn't help it, I moaned out softly.
“What the fuck…” Tommy froze. His fingers just inches from my sensitive core. “Shit.” He scrambled to move his hand away. “Shit, Briella, I didn't mean to feel you up. I told you this was a bad idea.”
A bad idea? My eyebrows knitted together as I closed my hand around his. Pressing it back against my skin.
This wasn't a bad idea, this was a good idea, a great idea. My body felt alive with him touching me. Every nerve ending singing.
“I don't mind.” I whispered. Behind me, Tommy went perfectly still. The only way I knew he was still there was because his cock was wedged between my butt cheeks.
“Briella.” When he finally spoke, he sounded tortured.
“I like you touching me, Tommy,” I tried again. “And I can tell you like it as well.”
He groaned long and low, his lips suddenly on my shoulder. They were softer than I expected them to be as he trailed them over my skin.
“I don't want…” He didn't finish as I turned in his arms, my lips hungrily reaching up for his. For several long heartbeats, he stared down at me. His eyes hooded and dark.
And then he kissed me. His mouth moulded over mine and captured it completely. There was nothing tentative about his kiss. His tongue demanded entrance, and my lips opened under him. I moaned into his mouth the second our tongues touched.
Lust ignited in my breasts and spiralled downwards. An ache started between my legs as I curved my body into his, pushing my breasts against his chest.
He groaned into my mouth once more and then pulled away slightly.
“Briella?”
Frantically, I tried to pull his head back down to mine.
He shook his head, smiling. “Briella, I don't want to do this if…”
My heart fell. He didn't want to do this? I was practically naked and willing in his bed and he didn't want to do this?
