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Lying back naked on the bed, I stare at the cracked ceiling, blood pounding through my body, alight with a trembling need for Bryn. No doubt edges in; my need for Bryn courses red-hot.
Bryn reappears from the bathroom with a box of condoms that he throws on the bed next to us.
“Right, where was I?”
“About to take the rest of your clothes off?” I suggest. The sentence is barely out and Bryn’s undressing. His clothes hit the floor and he grabs a condom from the box.
Whoa. Naked Bryn. Six-foot-three of solid muscle, ink etched across his arms and torso. I drop my gaze to the ‘V’ shape heading toward the part of Bryn I’ve wondered about at times when I really shouldn’t. He’s a big guy and…not unexpectedly, he’s a big guy.
Mesmerised, I watch as he rolls on a condom, eyes on me the whole time. There’s something erotic in Bryn’s hand sliding against his hard length that intensifies the heat between my legs. I have never wanted sex with a man to this degree before. I don’t know if denying myself Bryn for months has an effect, but until this man fills me with pleasure, I’m a combustible mass of hormones.
“I want you so bad,” he says, hoarsely kneeling on the floor and dragging me by the legs to the edge of the bed. Bryn presses himself against my body, as he kisses me again.
After months of denying myself to this man, I don’t want to play around. When we walked in here ten minutes ago, Bryn could’ve thrown me on the bed, pulled my panties off without touching me, then fucked me, and I’d be ready for him, because the touches when we were downstairs aroused me enough.
Bryn slides against me, hot breath intermingled with kisses as he holds his weight away. The tension in his arms and face evidence his attempt at self-control but his eyes still hold Bryn’s tenderness. The raw passion that bubbles beneath Bryn’s gentle surface won’t be held back much longer, the depth of his kiss ramping my own desire.
Bryn sits back on his heels and I shiver at the loss of his heat. I push up on my elbows and look down at him. He slides a finger in his mouth, eyes fixed on mine. “You taste so good.”
His lips touch my thigh, and Bryn runs his tongue along the skin, following the trail his fingers did in the bar earlier. He drags my leg onto his shoulder; face closer to my pussy, his hot breath against me. I squirm against being this exposed to him, but before I have a chance to catch up with what he’s doing, Bryn skims his tongue along my folds. As he reaches my clit, he sucks and I cry out without meaning to.
Bryn explores with skillful strokes and when I shift against him, he grips my legs so I can’t move. Continuing his attentions, he slides a finger inside and I grip the sheets, biting my lip against swearing as Bryn matches the movement of his tongue with his fingers. He focuses on me, pulling me into a world of pleasure as each moment passes. The bliss builds inside and I edge toward the brink I don’t want to reach yet. “No. Stop.”
Bryn looks up at me. “Why?”
“I want you inside me,” I murmur, shifting against his hand in an attempt to get away.
Bryn releases my legs and moves upward, supporting himself on his hands as he looks down at me. His breath comes in short pants to match mine and I tremble as his mouth closes over my nipple again.
Frustrated, I take hold of Bryn’s cock and guide it towards the place aching for him. Bryn stops and looks down at me. “I have wanted this for so fucking long, Avery, you have no idea.”
“Don’t wait then,” I grumble.
The barely controlled lust in his eyes extends to the trembling in his arms, and eyes on mine, he slowly eases into me. I make a small noise of pleasure and he stops.
“Okay?”
I nod, unable to focus on anything and push my hips against his. Bryn groans and pushes further, digging his fingers into my ass as he groans and thrusts into me harder. Wrapping my legs around Bryn, I savour the sensation of Bryn filling me, as he moves inside me, gently at first and then harder, the momentum hitting the sweet spot he found with his fingers earlier. I tip my head back, trying to meet his eyes but I only reach his shoulder, and I nip him.
“What?” I ask when he pauses.
“If we do this missionary, I can’t kiss you.”
I bite my lip. Missionary is what I always pictured but with twelve-inches height difference between us, I see his point. I curl my fingers around Bryn’s taut bicep. “I want to kiss you.”
“I want to look you in the eyes when I do this, Avery.” He sits back again and pulls me onto his lap, still inside me. I groan at the deeper penetration as he grips my hips, stilling our movement. Damp skin touching his, I link my arms around his neck, my hardened nipples against his chest adding to the ache. Our mouths find each other, and we kiss hard and deep, tongues battling until Bryn pulls his mouth from my swollen lips. I lick the taste of him from my mouth and we lock gazes again.
Slowly, I move against him, watching for his reaction. He grips my hips, guiding the movement as he closes his eyes mouth parting in pleasure. I can’t take my eyes off him.Me. I do this to the man I’ve dreamed about. The movement bumps my clit against Bryn and I kiss him hard as I gather pace. Our skin slicks with perspiration sliding against each other where he holds me. Heading close to the apex again, I grip him harder.
“Stop.”
I snap my eyes open looking at Bryn in alarm. “What?”
“This isn’t ending yet,” he says, kneeling so I end up on the bed again.
“What?” I repeat, not knowing why the hell Bryn’s stopped, frustrated he’s no longer inside me. Bryn won’t change his mind. Will he?
Bryn gets to his feet and drags me to mine, then picks me up as if I weigh nothing. One arm wrapped around my waist supporting me against his body, he turns around and my back hits the wall.
