Her bare thighs bracket mine as she sinks down and leans into my chest. The steady weight of her body is distracting. Between kisses, I find myself trailing hungry eyes down the length of her, unable to comprehend that it’s actually her in my arms.
It’s dangerous how deep she’s crawled beneath my skin. Plucking her free once we’re done is going to hurt like a motherfucker.
“I didn’t cross boundaries, did I?” she asks before parting my lips with her tongue and sweeping it inside.
My eyes shut again, the soft exploration pulling me from my thoughts.
“No.”
“Good.”
“I didn’t expect you to wake so hungry,” I muse, tugging her lip into my mouth.
Brielle giggles. I thumb the curve of her cheek and push the digit past her lips. Her eyebrows wiggle when she sucks hard and lets it go with a pop.
“Your mistake. I’m a big eater.”
“A mistake I’ll rectify.”
Her laugh turns into a squeal when I gather her off my lap and flip us over. The mess of her blonde curls splays out against the beige pillowcase, and her bright green eyes rise to watch the way I loop her legs around my naked hips.
I’m still rock solid, which isn’t exactly the norm for me. My age isn’t that high, but I’m old enough to usually need a few minutes to recover. It would seem that Brielle’s once again creating her own rules when it comes to me.
I don’t know what time it is, either. Another anomaly, considering my routine six-o’clock run or gym visit.
Reaching between her thighs, I find her clit with my thumb and give it a soft rub, needing to put my focus elsewhere. The pink tips of her breasts rise with her sudden intake of breath. The way her lips part around a near-silent whine makes me dizzy with need.
With a tilt of my hips, I guide my cock through her slit. She spreads around the shaft, coating me in the slick dripping down to the sheets. The soft noises escaping her encourage me to continue. I remove my thumb and drag my tip over her clit instead.
“You can go again already?” she whispers, voice too strangled to be loud.
“Does it feel like I can?”
I move a bit faster, fucking that sensitive nub until she’s reaching for me, arching off the bed. Her eyelids fall half-shut, nodding jerkily.
“Yes. Yes, it does.”
“You make it impossible not to. I’d hate myself if I couldn’t do this.” I drop my hand to the mattress and hover over her as I tease my tip at her entrance, prodding softly. “Couldn’t fill you the way I need to.” A slight movement has the tip sinking inside before I pull back. “Or feel you come around my cock while clawing at the marks you left on my back.”
She reaches for me and draws lines of fire over the scratches from last night, forcing a rough groan up my throat. I throb against her, precum lubricating her further. With a swallow, I swap arms and reach to the bedside table. The foil packet feels more familiar today than ever before as I rip it open and glide it on.
It’s a much-needed barrier between us. Maybe the only one in this moment.
“Did you dream of me? Of having me beneath you like this?” she purrs, using her feet to urge me forward.
Not wanting to wait any longer, I guide myself inside her, not pausing until my groin is flat to hers. Stars flood my vision as I press a second hand into the mattress and hold myself in place, taking a moment to breathe.
“There’s no need for dreaming when you’re here in reality,” I push out.
Her voice rises in pitch when I pull back an inch and work back inside. “That’s not a real answer.”
“It’s the only one you’re getting.”
“Asshole,” she breathes.
I choke on a single laugh before leaning back and taking her thighs from around my hips. They go up against herchest instead, giving me an unrestricted view of her perfect pussy sucking my cock inside. The sandy-blonde hair she keeps trimmed over her mound is one of the most attractive things I’ve ever seen, which is also new for me.
“You already knew that, Brielle. You’re here in spite of my rudeness.”
