he used to. He lifts my bottoms to his nose and inhales deeply, closing his eyes as he does so. When those green orbs open again, he watches me through lowered lashes and tucks my panties into his pocket. “On the bed.”
I want to see him and run my fingertips over his slick skin, but Bryan doesn’t strip. I glance at the door and back at him. He offers a smirk. “Worried about getting caught?”
“No,” I lie, trying to be more confident than I actually am. “What about you?”
“Hell no. I’d be proud if someone caught me with you.” That makes me smile, I can’t help it. I try to hide it by turning around and padding across the room to his bed. It’s a huge room, with a sitting area and a media room off to both sides, but the bed is across from the door at the back of the room.
Bryan has an antique four poster bed. The posts are carved swirls that spire up high into the room. The walls are painted to look like leather and his blankets are different than the last time I was here, more mature. They’re dark browns and blacks, sophisticated and expensive. “Crawl up.”
I do as he says, expecting him to tell me to turn, but he grabs my bare hips and stops me. “Stay like that and let me taste you.” Bryan leans in and before I feel his mouth, his warm breath passes over my sensitive parts. I shudder and try not to gasp, but I already did. When his tongue licks my seam and pushes deeper I fight the sensations shooting through me. It’s been so long since I was kissed this way. Bryan is gentle at first, but then he laps me, drinking me like he could never get enough. His tongue pushes deeper and he pulls my hips back, encouraging me to rock against him. After more delicious licks, I’m still stiff.
Bryan lifts his head. “Relax and enjoy it. Let go, Hallie. I won’t hurt you. I promise.”
False promises. The thought rings in my head before his mouth goes back to work.
Every pass of his tongue makes me lose more and more of myself until I’m surrounded in a cloud of lust, unable to find my way out. I press back into his mouth as he darts his tongue deeper into my folds. My hands splay on the bed and I rest my head, leaving my hips in the air so he can have his way with me. I buck into him, feeling things I haven’t felt in forever. I’m burning, demanding, and begging him to push me over the edge of ecstasy.
I’m not Hallie anymore— I’m his. I want him to do anything and everything. I beg him for it, saying things that I haven’t said before, but he doesn’t stop. Instead, Bryan flicks, sucks, and teases me until I’m promising him anything. “That’s the Hallie I know. Keep begging me baby, and I’ll be good to you.”
Bryan dips his he ad once more and his tongue is so warm—so perfect. He touches me gently as his fingers push into me, rubbing the perfect spot until I find my release. I cry out, pushing back into his face before I go still. My heart continues to pound violently as Bryan licks me until he’s satisfied. His touches are tender and so different from the last time we were together.
Between breaths , my hazy thoughts whisper nonsense about love and gentle caresses. For a second I wonder if he got over me. He’s not said a thing about it and his actions are so bipolar that this could be a whim.
Perhaps Bryan heard about me on the television and wanted me again. Maybe he’s between lovers and thought it would be easier to blackmail me rather than find a new girlfriend. No, that doesn’t sound like him. Bryan could flash that beautiful smile at any woman and her knees would weaken. He came after me for a reason, and although he acts like it’s revenge, this didn’t feel like it. It felt soft and pure—two traits that Bryan is normally lacking.
Bryan is still clothed when he crawls up on the bed beside me. He sits on the edge, next to me, watching. His eyes linger on my bare curves. It makes me wish he’d wrap his arms around me. Pretending doesn’t sound so bad
I want to see him and run my fingertips over his slick skin, but Bryan doesn’t strip. I glance at the door and back at him. He offers a smirk. “Worried about getting caught?”
“No,” I lie, trying to be more confident than I actually am. “What about you?”
“Hell no. I’d be proud if someone caught me with you.” That makes me smile, I can’t help it. I try to hide it by turning around and padding across the room to his bed. It’s a huge room, with a sitting area and a media room off to both sides, but the bed is across from the door at the back of the room.
Bryan has an antique four poster bed. The posts are carved swirls that spire up high into the room. The walls are painted to look like leather and his blankets are different than the last time I was here, more mature. They’re dark browns and blacks, sophisticated and expensive. “Crawl up.”
I do as he says, expecting him to tell me to turn, but he grabs my bare hips and stops me. “Stay like that and let me taste you.” Bryan leans in and before I feel his mouth, his warm breath passes over my sensitive parts. I shudder and try not to gasp, but I already did. When his tongue licks my seam and pushes deeper I fight the sensations shooting through me. It’s been so long since I was kissed this way. Bryan is gentle at first, but then he laps me, drinking me like he could never get enough. His tongue pushes deeper and he pulls my hips back, encouraging me to rock against him. After more delicious licks, I’m still stiff.
Bryan lifts his head. “Relax and enjoy it. Let go, Hallie. I won’t hurt you. I promise.”
False promises. The thought rings in my head before his mouth goes back to work.
Every pass of his tongue makes me lose more and more of myself until I’m surrounded in a cloud of lust, unable to find my way out. I press back into his mouth as he darts his tongue deeper into my folds. My hands splay on the bed and I rest my head, leaving my hips in the air so he can have his way with me. I buck into him, feeling things I haven’t felt in forever. I’m burning, demanding, and begging him to push me over the edge of ecstasy.
I’m not Hallie anymore— I’m his. I want him to do anything and everything. I beg him for it, saying things that I haven’t said before, but he doesn’t stop. Instead, Bryan flicks, sucks, and teases me until I’m promising him anything. “That’s the Hallie I know. Keep begging me baby, and I’ll be good to you.”
Bryan dips his he ad once more and his tongue is so warm—so perfect. He touches me gently as his fingers push into me, rubbing the perfect spot until I find my release. I cry out, pushing back into his face before I go still. My heart continues to pound violently as Bryan licks me until he’s satisfied. His touches are tender and so different from the last time we were together.
Between breaths , my hazy thoughts whisper nonsense about love and gentle caresses. For a second I wonder if he got over me. He’s not said a thing about it and his actions are so bipolar that this could be a whim.
Perhaps Bryan heard about me on the television and wanted me again. Maybe he’s between lovers and thought it would be easier to blackmail me rather than find a new girlfriend. No, that doesn’t sound like him. Bryan could flash that beautiful smile at any woman and her knees would weaken. He came after me for a reason, and although he acts like it’s revenge, this didn’t feel like it. It felt soft and pure—two traits that Bryan is normally lacking.
Bryan is still clothed when he crawls up on the bed beside me. He sits on the edge, next to me, watching. His eyes linger on my bare curves. It makes me wish he’d wrap his arms around me. Pretending doesn’t sound so bad
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