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CHAPTER EIGHT
GRANT
Working my tongue over Brittany’s pussy, I breathe deeply of her fragrance, drawing it into my nose and try not to growl.
Done with this pussy?
I doubt I could ever be done with licking it or filling it with my tongue, fingers, and cock. The thought of entering her sends another beat of desire through me. I want her stuffed full of me, mewing and clawing at my back, her thighs wrapped around me, never letting me go.
Because I want this.
Not just right now, but for always.
I want her smiles and our back-and-forth banter. Our dogs playing at the dog park together. The anticipation of seeing her every day after work. The waking up with her in the mornings, ready to face our respected days apart only to come together again in the evenings. Building a life and a family with her.
I want it all.
Now I need to convince her I’m the right guy to build forever with.
Having her come on my tongue seems like a damn good start.
Circling my tongue around her clit, I ease a finger into her, Brittany’s mmm of pleasure spurring me on.
Time becomes meaningless as I eat her pussy like a man savoring a fine meal, my fingers coated with her excitement. Only when my tongue tires after her third orgasm do I leave the warmth of her thighs and grab a condom from my nightstand.
Brittany is sprawled spread-eagle on the bed, her eyes closed, her lips parted, a flush of pleasure leaving her pale skin rosy. I could look at her for hours, drinking up the sight of the woman I want more than anyone else.
I tear open the condom, wasting no time in rolling it down my length, my hands trembling as I do.
Bright blue eyes greet me when I climb onto the bed.
“Grant,” my name sighs out from between her lips, and I shudder, desire and longing twining together inside me as I gather her into my arms. My lips steal whatever else she might have said.
Slowly, reverently, my hands go over her body, trying to memorize each beautiful dip, curve, and freckle. Feeling her hands moving tenderly over my body, my sense of wonder increases. Our kisses ramp up in intensity, my hips between her legs, my cock rocking against her in a weak mimicry of what I really want to do.
“Grant,” Brittany cries out, her hips bucking against mine. “I want you,” she says.
“I want you,” I say, putting my entire heart into my words. Pulling back, I notch my cock at her entrance, wishing I could feel the slippery heat of her on my bare skin.
Her body grips me, urging me forward. Brittany’s throaty moan is nearly my undoing. The urge to slam into her rough and fast almost winning over my resolve to make our first time last. Advancing forward until I’m completely encased, I dip forward to capture her lips as I slowly rock, letting us both get used to the feel of our joining.
Every withdraw of my body from hers has my breath hissing out of me. Every advance leaves my very soul singing. My heart pounds in my chest, my skin tingling in awareness. This is better than anything I’ve ever experienced before, no doubt because of the depths of my feelings for her.
I would be content to make love to her forever, this slow, sensual dance bringing me a pleasure so profound that I never want it to end.
Brittany’s thighs rise, pressing against my hips, her calves wrapping around my back, locking me to her. Her short nails dig into the skin of my shoulders a moment before she increases the pace. Her hips thrust up against me.
In a half a breath, taking things slow is gone. Wiped completely from my overcharged brain.
Willingly, I meet her eager lunges with hard pounding thrusts, sinking my cock as deep as I can get. My breath rushes out of me, my mouth gaped open, drawing air desperately into my screaming lungs. Sweat burns at my eyes, my movements driving her into the bed as Brittany takes all I have to give her. Her moans and little noises fill my ears.
When her breath catches, her sudden silence and her pussy clamping down on my cock is all the warning I get before with a wild cry she comes. Her silken walls contract around me, clinging to me even as my thrusts falter, losing any trace of skill or rhythm.
My shout of release roars through the bedroom, my muscles shaking and weak, while my cock spurts out endlessly.
Biceps trembling, I gather Brittany in my arms, trying not to crush her with my body, the afterglow of my climax thumping through me. Laying there, our breaths slow down and reluctantly I feel my softening cock slipping out of her.
Warm lips graze my mouth, Brittany’s nose brushing against mine. The need to see her coaxes my heavy eyelids open and I look at the woman that in such a short span has become my everything. A woman I never dreamed would be here in my arms.
