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“You sure it’s been awhile since the last time you’ve done this?” I ask as my knees bump his broad shoulders. Definitely not closing those any time soon. “You seem to know what you’re doing.”
He laughs and I swear I feel like I’ve won the lottery. “This kind of thing comes naturally.”
Not sure who he is trying to kid. While he is making all of this sound easy, I’m struggling to keep my cool. Even when I think I won’t make a complete mess of myself, he throws that concept right out the window once he finally licks a fine line without even a warning.
“Bryson…” His name comes out rough, a hoarse whisper as my hips automatically lift. Holy moly.
“Yeah,” he breathes out when meeting my gaze with a heavy one of his own, “I can get used to hearing you say my name like that.”
God, he is too much. From the slow motion of his tongue, coaxing the tingles radiating from my sex, he is obviously in no rush to get this over with. No, I am pretty sure he plans on torturing me until I lose feeling.
When I signed up for this program, at the time, I expected myself not to adjust to the person I got paired with. With Bryson, it all comes too naturally.
When he buries a finger inside of me, then a second one, I can only believe he already knows how my body works better than I do.
What luck I must have. Not only did I get the opportunity to meet a man who could’ve literally walked straight out of my fantasies, but he seems to want me just as much. I couldn’t possibly ask for a more perfect partner.
“I love this,” I pant out, clenching around him and groaning when he sucks on the most sensitive part of my body.
I don’t want what we have going to end anytime soon. I swear I’ll be the best wife ever. Feeling the offer of skipping the trial and getting straight to signing paperwork weighing heavy on my tongue, I can only force out a gutted moan instead.
Maybe later. When I can properly think of a sentence, then I’ll confess my feelings and see where we’ll go from there. For now, I want to enjoy everything Bryson is throwing my way.
He grunts when I pull his hair and groans when I lift my hips to get a little more friction against his mouth.
“So fucking good,” he grumbles against my sex, making my toes curl.
No shower be damned, he’s still enjoying himself and getting something out of this. I’ve never felt so appreciated, so sexy in my life.
Choking on my next breath, a laugh soon bubbles from my lips as I feel the muscles in my legs quivering. I want to scream, laugh and thank him all at once. Instead, incoherent noises leave my lips as my head spins.
Daring to add a third finger, each curl makes the tension in my stomach grow tighter and tighter.
With my release inching closer and closer, I cling on for as long as I possibly can. Being so greedy, I want to enjoy this pleasure forever.
This can’t possibly be a one-time thing. I refuse to believe it.
Sucking in mouthfuls of air, my back arches before my legs go stiff and a cry leaves my lips. I lose count of how many times his name leaves my lips while I fight for my next breath.
Despite the room spinning, I’m clawing at him and tugging his body back up toward mine. I don’t care that his mouth and beard are soaked to the touch, I need to kiss him. Even if the words are hard to form, I can easily show him through the desperation of our next kiss how badly I need him in my life.
This is no longer about simply having a place to stay. I don’t care if I’m living in a cardboard box as long as I have Bryson within my reach. If he doesn’t feel the same, I’ll be devastated.
Instead of letting any potential thoughts ruin the high I’m currently experiencing, I cling to the man and kiss him until we are both breathless.
When he leaves the bed with the excuse of cleaning up, I am already dreading the seconds I spend alone. The time apart is all I need to realize that I’m already in pretty deep. There’s no backtracking after getting this far. Only forward.
* * *
When I wake up, the bed is empty, his side of the sheets cold. Right, he still has a job to go to. Sighing at the ceiling, I run a hand down my face.
It’s day three, nearly the halfway point of this whole thing. While my resolution is clear, I need to make sure that Bryson is still on the same page. I don’t want to get ahead of myself and risk letting my heart take a big blow from any hints of rejection.
It’s a good thing I have all day to think of some kind of speech. I’ve already tried to convince him how good of a wife I can be outside of the bedroom. I am hoping last night was a bit convincing on the other half.
Leaving the comfort of the bed, I take a shower to prepare myself for the start of the day. I’m delightfully surprised to see the few bite marks I have on my thighs. Definitely going to have to wear shorts so I can stare at those all day.
Bryson’s left me a plate of eggs and hash browns, offering another delightful surprise. Once my stomach is full and my mind is awake, I decide to do a little more exploring. Rather than moving around his home, I take on the mountain itself.
