He sits back and positions me on his lap. I sink down onto his cock and wrap my legs around his back. Our faces are mere inches apart. He’s breathing heavily and I feel like my breath has been stolen. He rests his head against mine and thrusts his hips upward, taking me as deep as he can.
“I’m sorry,” he whispers. One hand comes up and tangles in my hair as he lets out a ragged sigh. “This wasn’t supposed to happen.”
Pulling his head back, he looks into my eyes and cradles my face with his left hand. His thumb traces my cheek. “You’re more than sex to me. I don’t know when exactly it happened, but, tonight, standing there between you and him, I knew it. Every fiber of my being wanted to be able to look him in the eyes and tell him you belong to me.”
My eyes flit between his and part of me wants to cry while another part wants to run away. I don’t know what to say or how to process all of this.
“Don’t say anything right now, please. If you want to leave here tonight and never see me again, there’s nothing I can do to change that. Just let me make love to you this one time. I’ve been shut down for so long I’d forgotten how good this feels.” His hands move to my shoulders and glide down my back, caressing me with a gentle reverence. I want to tell him I feel the same way. I want to tell him how closed off I’ve felt the past year and how he’s changed that for me. But I don’t.
I lean in and slant my mouth over his. He responds, moaning as he kisses me back. His arms interlock around me and I begin to move on him. He’s buried inside me and our bodies are connected in every way they possibly can be. His tongue brushes over my bottom lip and I suck it into my mouth. I tilt my hips forward as his hips arch and we move in beautiful unison. Our hot, damp skin slides together and, with every movement, another barrier falls down around us. His hands move down and cup my backside and he lifts me up then back down, over and over, increasing the friction. Our kiss slows and he pulls back. Inhaling deeply, I let out a moan as he brings me back down, sinking himself deeper inside me.
“Look how perfect we are.” He looks down at where our bodies are joined and I follow his gaze. Slowly he moves in and out of me and we watch together. Releasing his right hand from under my backside, he reaches between us and begins to circle the bundle of nerves that are craving to be touched with his thumb.
I drop my head backward as the uncontrollable feeling of pleasure rips through me. “So beautiful,” I hear him say and he increases the speed of his thumb. I start whimpering as the orgasm builds. He skillfully keeps working it until my pussy tightens around him and I let go. The climax moves through me and I feel tears form at the corner of my eyes. He moves us forward, laying me back onto the bed. As soon as our bodies disconnect I want him back inside me. I need it. Thankfully he doesn’t hesitate and pushes back into me while he buries his face in the crook of my neck.
Brisban makes love to my body and soul. Nothing has ever felt so right, yet so wrong, in my life. When he comes he’s silent. His body jerks as he releases his warmth inside me. Silently he’s claiming me and, even though he doesn’t say it, I feel it.
We’re wrapped in each other’s arms; the only sound in the room is the ticking of a clock. We haven’t spoken a single word since we finished having sex. I think we’re both scared to break the silence. A phone rings, startling us both and he rolls over. “It’s my cell.” He scoots over to the edge of the bed and pulls his jeans up from the floor. The ringing continues and he reaches in his jean pocket, fishing the phone out. He squints, looking at the screen, but doesn’t answer it.
“You can answer it. I don’t mind.”
I pull the blanket up to my chest and sit up. He swipes his finger across the screen and puts it to his ear. “Hello.”
I can’t hear
“I’m sorry,” he whispers. One hand comes up and tangles in my hair as he lets out a ragged sigh. “This wasn’t supposed to happen.”
Pulling his head back, he looks into my eyes and cradles my face with his left hand. His thumb traces my cheek. “You’re more than sex to me. I don’t know when exactly it happened, but, tonight, standing there between you and him, I knew it. Every fiber of my being wanted to be able to look him in the eyes and tell him you belong to me.”
My eyes flit between his and part of me wants to cry while another part wants to run away. I don’t know what to say or how to process all of this.
“Don’t say anything right now, please. If you want to leave here tonight and never see me again, there’s nothing I can do to change that. Just let me make love to you this one time. I’ve been shut down for so long I’d forgotten how good this feels.” His hands move to my shoulders and glide down my back, caressing me with a gentle reverence. I want to tell him I feel the same way. I want to tell him how closed off I’ve felt the past year and how he’s changed that for me. But I don’t.
I lean in and slant my mouth over his. He responds, moaning as he kisses me back. His arms interlock around me and I begin to move on him. He’s buried inside me and our bodies are connected in every way they possibly can be. His tongue brushes over my bottom lip and I suck it into my mouth. I tilt my hips forward as his hips arch and we move in beautiful unison. Our hot, damp skin slides together and, with every movement, another barrier falls down around us. His hands move down and cup my backside and he lifts me up then back down, over and over, increasing the friction. Our kiss slows and he pulls back. Inhaling deeply, I let out a moan as he brings me back down, sinking himself deeper inside me.
“Look how perfect we are.” He looks down at where our bodies are joined and I follow his gaze. Slowly he moves in and out of me and we watch together. Releasing his right hand from under my backside, he reaches between us and begins to circle the bundle of nerves that are craving to be touched with his thumb.
I drop my head backward as the uncontrollable feeling of pleasure rips through me. “So beautiful,” I hear him say and he increases the speed of his thumb. I start whimpering as the orgasm builds. He skillfully keeps working it until my pussy tightens around him and I let go. The climax moves through me and I feel tears form at the corner of my eyes. He moves us forward, laying me back onto the bed. As soon as our bodies disconnect I want him back inside me. I need it. Thankfully he doesn’t hesitate and pushes back into me while he buries his face in the crook of my neck.
Brisban makes love to my body and soul. Nothing has ever felt so right, yet so wrong, in my life. When he comes he’s silent. His body jerks as he releases his warmth inside me. Silently he’s claiming me and, even though he doesn’t say it, I feel it.
We’re wrapped in each other’s arms; the only sound in the room is the ticking of a clock. We haven’t spoken a single word since we finished having sex. I think we’re both scared to break the silence. A phone rings, startling us both and he rolls over. “It’s my cell.” He scoots over to the edge of the bed and pulls his jeans up from the floor. The ringing continues and he reaches in his jean pocket, fishing the phone out. He squints, looking at the screen, but doesn’t answer it.
“You can answer it. I don’t mind.”
I pull the blanket up to my chest and sit up. He swipes his finger across the screen and puts it to his ear. “Hello.”
I can’t hear
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