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She closes her eyes slowly, forcing a tear to fall, trailing down her cheek. "I'm so sorry," she whispers. I can't take the separation between us, so I move to the couch and haul her into my lap. She comes easily, thank fuck, and dumps the pillow on the ground so she can wrap her arms around me instead.
"The only way I can prove to you that you can trust me is to be here. To show up. To show you who I am. It's going to take time, but that's something I have lots of when it comes to you. But you have to let me in a little bit, baby. You have to let me show you how good I can be to you."
A hint of mischief enters her eyes. "I know exactly how good you are."
"Sassy wench," I mutter, pulling her close for a long, drugging kiss. I crave her like nothing else in my life. I've always prided myself on being a man without vices. I didn't depend on anything to get through the day. But I've found my new addiction. She's a five foot ten walking wet dream and I can't get enough of her.
She pulls her mouth from mine and drops her forehead against my neck. "Okay," she murmurs, "take me on a date."
"Really? Right now?"
"Ten AM on a Saturday sounds like the perfect time to me."
I tug her back for another kiss. "You're on. Let's go." I playfully dump her onto the floor, making her giggle, and run for the door. "Let's go, woman. Times' a wasting." I put my hand on the doorknob and wave my other hand at her.
Still laughing, she stands and grabs her purse off the back of the chair. "I assume I'm dressed appropriately for wherever we're going?" She waves her hand at her jeans and black sweatshirt. I'm wearing the same thing and got a stupid thrill when I walked in here this morning and realized we matched. Apparently, I'd like to be that couple.
"You look beautiful. I wouldn't change a thing."
She smiles, pushing her feet into her boots and grabbing her coat. She rises on her toes to press her lips to mine. "Ok honey, woo me." Her hand covers mine, and she opens the door. I'm left standing there, reeling. Honey. She called me honey. I've gotten Dude, and Nick, and the occasional hey you. But, honey? Oh, I'm going to do whatever I have to do to get more of that.
I want to be her honey.
We end up running to one of the local shops for brunch, our breath making billowing clouds behind us. The place is upscale, so we stick out in our casual clothes, but Bree doesn't give a damn, and neither do I. All I care about is her. Being with her.
And when I stretch my hand out on the table, palm open in invitation, she only hesitates for a second. With a tumultuous smile, she puts her hand in mine. We're not far from home. There's a chance family could walk by and see us seated in the window, but she still accepts the connection. I find myself looking at the people that pass, and the others in the restaurant, wanting them to see our connected hands, wanting them to realize she's with me. That she chose to be with me.
Every time someone actually looks, I stick out my chest like some rooster. It's really fucking dumb, but I can't seem to help myself.
We drift through the early afternoon, wandering through stores and coffee shops. Not buying anything, just talking about anything and everything. I've never had this easy relationship with anyone. Bree and I can happily argue about anything, never running out of things to share. I love the cadence of her voice, the way her eyes light up when she's defending her point, or trying to convince me that I'm being ridiculous.
Eventually we make our way back to the tower and she takes my breath away by holding my hand in the elevator. I crowd her at her apartment door, so desperate to touch her that I'm actually shaking. Her hand, pressed to the scanner, seems to be trembling too.
I'm not in this alone. This raging desire between us has only grown this week. We've been intimate, but not all the way, and now, standing pressed against her, nose in her hair, I can't think of any reason to wait anymore.
Her door opens and we shove through, quickly slamming it behind us. She spins, wraps her hands around my neck, and pulls me down to her. Looking in her eyes, I know that this time, we're not stopping. We're all heat and hands, pulling and tugging. There's laughter too, as we fall to the bed in a tangle. She gets caught in her shirt, I get caught in mine, but somehow we manage to get down to just our underwear.
I spear my hands into her hair, using my grip to tug her to me. Judging by her low moan, she likes my show of dominance. I make a mental note that she doesn't mind me being a little bossy. I think I have the upper hand, but she slides her hands down my stomach, under the band of my underwear and wraps her hands around me.
We've done a lot this week. I've tasted every inch of her skin, but I haven't let her get her hands on me. I knew that when she did, I'd break.
I was right.
Grabbing the sides of her panties I yank, the thin material tearing easily. "We're not stopping Bree. I'm getting inside you today," I growl, arrowing for her core. I need another taste, and I want to make sure she's good and ready for me.
Her response? A throaty moan and a frantic nod.
I could ease into it. Teaser her and ramp things up slowly. I'm not in the mood for slow. Instead, I press my tongue against her clit and she bucks up, shaking as I swirl around the sensitive area, teasing and licking until she's trembling. She grips my hair, tugging and pulling me closer, desperate for more. But there's no rushing me. I've learned over the last week that making Bree come on my face is about the sexiest thing I've ever experienced, and I won't stop until I get it again.
So I keep up the torture, finding every hidden pleasure spot until she's panting and begging for more. Finally, when she's so close to the edge that I can feel her body shuddering, I push two fingers inside her, curling them and stroking in a way that makes her scream my name.
I'm not done yet though. As she comes down from the first wave of pleasure, I pull back slightly and add another finger, pushing even deeper until she's bowing off the bed, her hips thrusting against my hand.
Every time she rocks forward I send a shockwave of pleasure racing through her body and as I keep up the steady rhythm of teasing and stroking, I'm rewarded with more cries and moans until finally she shattersWhen I finally pull away, Bree is quivering beneath me, her eyes heavy with desire.
"Please," she whispers, reaching out for me with trembling hands. "I need you."
"Thank fuck," I mutter, rubbing the back of my hand against my mouth.
