With calculated movements, she licked the skin of his stomach as her slim fingers began undoing first his belt, then the top button of his slacks. The sound of his zipper descending was oddly loud in the room, where the only other thing to be heard was their breathing, deep and desperate.
Reaching down, he gripped her head, holding himself steady as she slipped her hands under the waistband of his slacks and tugged. The material slipped easily from his h*ps and fell to the ground.
His erection stood out under the black underwear he wore, reaching for her touch. She shifted and kissed him through the silky material, making him groan as his legs fought to keep him upright.
No other woman had ever had this kind of control over him. And he loved it, loved feeling as if he were going to explode, loved knowing this was the last woman he would ever desire to touch…to sink inside…to pleasure.
When she rose back up his body, his stomach shook, his muscles tensed. He told himself to go slowly, to restrain his animal impulses. He was barely able to contain himself, but when she was standing and he found himself looking into her eyes, a calm fell over him.
Yes, his body was hard, yes, he was more than ready to complete their coupling, but, also yes, he could be happy just to hold her close the entire night — the rest of his life.
“You make me…feel. I’m falling in love with you, Misty,” he whispered. He bent forward and kissed her, keeping his eyes open to look into her mystified gaze.
“We don’t know each other well enough,” she said, confusion and hope fighting for supremacy within her fragile psyche.
“I know all I need to know, Misty. I know you love with all your heart, though you’re afraid others won’t love you the same way. I know you like to make little doodles on paper when you are sitting somewhere and bored. I know you can’t keep still, that you have to move. I know you like sappy movies and sappier books, though you try to hide your obsession. Yes, I’ve looked at your shelves. I know that you are the most beautiful, caring, strong woman I’ve ever met. And I also know that I can’t go a single hour without thinking of you, and when I tried to stay away from you, I could barely function. I want to be with you — not just tonight, but forever.”
Hope was the winning emotion in her eyes.
“I think about you all the time, too, Bryson,” she admitted. She kissed his jaw, her body trembling in his arms. It wasn’t quite an undying confession of love, but from her, it was a lot, and he appreciated her words.
“Then why should we fight this?”
“I can’t think when you touch me,” she said, sighing when he kissed her neck, then trailed his tongue along her shoulder.
“Then don’t think. Just feel.” His hands slipped inside her dress and he pulled it slowly away from her br**sts, letting the fabric float to the floor, leaving her standing before him in nothing but a scrap of lacy black fabric covering her core.
“Oh…” he said in a long rush of breath.
She smiled at the passion in his gaze, confidence now shining in her eyes as she spun in a circle in front of him, letting him get a good view of her rounded derrière, then facing him and showing him the perfection of her br**sts, her ni**les peaked with desire.
Unable to keep himself from touching her, he brought his hands to her hips, slid them over the curve of her behind, slipping his fingers under the soft material at her hip, moving higher, covering her stomach, and then caressing her br**sts, his palms rubbing across her hard ni**les, making her gasp, making her entire body shake.
He walked her backward until her legs made contact with the bed, and she fell; she lay sprawled out before him, her hair gloriously mussed, her eyes shining, and her chest heaving, her body begging for his mouth to claim every inch of her skin.
He ran his mouth along the smoothness of her legs, spending extra time on the delicate skin of her toned thighs, and then he skimmed across her womanhood, encouraged by the moans escaping her throat, loving the way her body arched to reach for his mouth.
His hands roamed where his tongue wasn’t, and he touched and kissed every inch of her, leaving his mark on her thighs, stomach, chest, and neck, and making her mouth swollen from his kisses.
She writhed beneath him, begging for him to complete their union, begging for release — and he gave it to her. He returned his complete attention to her heat and helped her fly over and over again, leaving them both exhausted as he continued stroking her flesh, tasting her, loving her.
When he moved up her body, he took her br**sts fully in his hands, weighed them, squeezed them, then sucked her ni**les deep into his mouth, nearly giving her another orgasm.
“Please, I want you inside me,” she begged, her head twisting back and forth on the mattress, her skin covered in a light sheen of sweat, her eyes half open, a remarkable light shining from them.
Removing the last barrier between them, he quickly took care of protection, and then spread her legs wide as he pressed against her core. Inhaling deeply, he took a moment just to appreciate the beauty of her beneath him.
“Now, Bryson,” she commanded, in her need for him, now sure both of herself and confident he would comply.
“Like this?” he teased, slipping an inch inside her. This game was killing him, but having her struggle beneath him made his misery worth it.
“No!” she shouted, her short nails digging into the skin of his h*ps as she tugged on his body.
“Mmm, like this?” he asked, pushing another couple of inches inside her, before pulling back out.
“I swear…” As she began to threaten, he thrust fully inside and buried himself deep, taking their breath away at the perfect fit.
“You were made just for me,” he groaned. He pulled back again before quickly sheathing himself in her heat once more.
“Yes…yes…yes,” she moaned, gripping his skin so tightly that he was sure to be black and blue.
He didn’t care.
Minutes or hours passed. He didn’t know. All he knew was that each time he pulled from her, he was empty, and each time he sank back into her folds, he was complete. A glorious pressure built, limbs and mouths entwined, and somewhere along the way, they became one, one breath, one heart beating, one body, reaching for paradise.
When they peaked together, both moaning out their pleasure, she opened her eyes, and he gazed into them, knowing this was it — this was their moment. Their fates were sealed, and he would never let her go. With a guttural cry, he exploded, his body shaking from the intensity of his release, while her body clung to him tightly as it pulsed around him.