Chapter Twenty-Seven
brISTOL
My body is on fire; a mix of heat and pleasure that makes me feel invincible.
Rhys looks down at me like he can’t believe I’m real.
His gorgeous green irises are filled with an expression of love and adoration that makes me feel both weak and stronger than ever.
I can read everything he’s feeling just by the way he looks at me, and god, I hope he can read the same from me.
I expect his lips to crash down on mine like every romance movie ever made, but that’s not what happens.
Just as his lips are a breath away, he shifts, his nose gliding up my jaw, his lips ghosting over the soft spot below my ear before his tongue gently laps at my skin, tasting me.
He continues, breathless, hungry kisses along my neck, over my collarbone.
It’s raw, consuming, and feels like I’ve been waiting my entire life for it.
Rhys moves between my breasts, lifting both of them and bringing them to his face. He licks circles around my nipple, teasing and flicking at the tip until it’s a stiff peak.
“Fuck, sweetheart, I love how full these are. Your body drives me insane, Bristol. Look at you. So sexy. I’m not going to survive you.”
Jesus, that feels so good to hear. I’ve always loved my body exactly how it is, but not being wanted by my ex has done some damage to my self-esteem.
I thread my hands through his dark auburn hair, the red more vibrant this close in the light.
My body arches into him, my back bowing.
I can’t believe I’m here with him right now, in this place, like this.
“Rhys, that feels so good.”
“Yeah? You like having your nipples played with? Your breasts touched?”
“Yes,” I gasp as he squeezes them with the right amount of pressure, his lips suctioning and pulling gently. I moan louder than I ever have before, surprised at the sounds he’s able to pull from me.
Rhys shifts us so I’m lying flat on my back, his body fitting between my spread legs.
He slides his big dick between my legs, coating himself in my wetness.
I press against him, wanting to feel that thick length stuff me full.
My fingers dance across his beard, looking up into those emerald eyes I love so much.
He looks like a man hanging on by a thread, doing everything he can not to break all his rules and drive into me without protection.
“You feel so fucking good. I hope someday I have the privilege of feeling you bare, with nothing between us.”
“God, me too. If you don’t stop, I’m going to beg you to take me that way right now.”
Rhys gives me a look that melts my core into a puddle. With one last thrust between my slick folds, he backs away from me, the cool air hitting my wet center, setting off a chain reaction of goosebumps that cover my skin.
Rhys steps off the bed, and I take the time to look over all his masculine hard lines, his fine ass and strong back muscles flexing as he walks to his end table and pulls out what he needs to keep us both safe.
Once he’s sheathed with the condom, he grabs my ankle, pulling and spinning me to lie sideways on the bed.
“Do you have any idea how sexy you are?” he asks, his voice thick with lust, his eyes heavy-lidded as he roams over my naked body.
“You make me feel that way.”
“Mmm,” he moans as his hands slide up both my legs until they reach my knees, pressing them open. As he lies on top of me, he holds up his weight with one forearm, his free hand gripping my chin ever so slightly and turning my head away from him.
I come face-to-face with a full-length mirror. In this position, I get a perfect, unobstructed view of us—Rhys’ huge body resting on top of mine. He lifts his hips, lining himself up with my center.
“Eyes on us, baby, I want you to watch how good we are together.”
Oh, god.
Then he’s pressing inside, filling me in one torturously slow thrust. I feel every inch of his long, thick cock, his engorged crown, every single ridge of his shaft. My walls flutter against him as his hips meet mine, stretching around his big size.
“Are you alright, my love?” he whispers.
“I’m finally home. Now fuck me, Rhys. I’m yours.”
Rhys’ face turns molten.
“Fuck, sweetheart.”
I watch in the mirror as he lifts his hips, dragging his length from me and thrusting hard back in. It’s so fucking good. I reach above my head, gripping the sheets, anchoring myself to stay put as my body jerks forward with every thrust.
“Oh, god! Aah! Yes!”
He sits up, gripping my thighs and tossing them over his forearms. I don’t take my eyes off the mirror, watching as he effortlessly lifts my ass off the bed, his hips pistoning hard into my wet channel.
“You see us, baby? You see how perfect we fit? How your body was made to take me? I knew we’d fit physically like this.”
I do. We look so good together, his huge, tattooed body dwarfing mine, my legs spread wide to accommodate him. Rhys and I had a connection way before a physical one, and I know what’s between us is contributing to how incredible the sex is. Rhys is right, we fit perfectly together.
His thumb finds my clit a second later, and my body responds like it was waiting for it. Pleasure hits me hard, spiraling outward and pulling me under.
“That’s it, my baby. Come for me.”
And god, do I come. Rhys fucks me through it as my body convulses through my orgasm.
Rhys quickly positions me so I’m lying on my side facing the mirror as he easily lies down behind me, keeping himself pressed in deep. His arm wraps around my front, pressing his hand flat between my breasts, against my sternum.
“You feel so good,” he breathes against my hair, his hips keeping up a steady pace. “Jesus, I’ll never get enough of you.”
Thrust.
“Your smile.”
Thrust.
“Your laugh.”
Thrust.
“Your brain.”
Thrust.
“Your compassion.”
Thrust.
“Your body.”
Thrust.
“Your company.”
The tears start to flow, our reflection blurring as he pushes me toward the edge again.
“You’re everything I’ve ever wanted, Rhys. Everything.”
“I’m yours, baby, I’ve always been yours.”
“Rhys . . . I’m going to come again. Oh, god.”
“Me, too, my love. Fuck. You feel too good, so damn good.”
His thrusts become jerky, all finesse gone, but it doesn’t matter. I thread my fingers through his at my chest, turning my head to find his mouth as my orgasm slams into me. He’s right there with me, his cock jerking inside me as I throb and spasm around his length.
Our tongues meet in the middle, swallowing down each other’s moans as we find our releases together. It’s like nothing I’ve ever experienced before.
We come down together, his heart pounding against my back, our breathing labored.
“Rhys . . .”
“Yeah, baby?”
“I’ve never experienced anything like this before.”
“Me either.”
“Really?”
He pulls out of me, gently rolling me onto my back, where he gathers my face in his palms.
“Yeah, really. This is what it’s supposed to be like when two bodies come together when their souls are already attached.”
“I want you to be right. It feels right. But I’ve been wrong before.”
“Does this feel wrong? Has it ever once felt wrong or off between us?”
I know my answer immediately.
“Not once.”
“We’ll take this as slow as you need. My only priority is you, your comfort, your needs. I’m here for you.”
“What about your needs?”
“My needs are met if the love of my life is happy, comfortable, and fulfilled.”
It’s right on the tip of my lips to tell him I love him, but I know he feels it. His lips turn up slightly at the side as he reads my face, and I’m positive he knows.
“I’ll be right back, I’m going to get this condom off, and then I’m going to clean you up.”
I nod as Rhys gets off the bed, heading to the bathroom.
My breathing settles by the time he returns with a warm washcloth.
I don’t bother protesting, letting him wipe me down gently.
He does so meticulously, like he’s enjoying caring for me.
My core is slightly sensitive, but the warm, gentle touch of the cloth feels soothing.
He hands me one of his T-shirts, leaving me for a moment to walk back to the bathroom. The soft fabric envelopes me in his scent, and I take a deep breath of it as it slides over my head.
I move to the other side of the bed, setting my back against the headboard and pulling my knees into the large T-shirt. Rhys rounds the corner, still stark naked, and stops dead in his tracks as he looks at me.
Crimson blooms across my face.
“Fuck, baby. Seeing you in nothing but one of my T-shirts is doing something to me.”
“You like it?”
“Like it? It’s making me fucking feral. I’ve never felt a need like this before, Bristol. You’re gonna need to tell me when you’ve had enough, because I’m going to keep going until you do.”
“Oh, god.”
Rhys drops down to his stomach on the bed, spreading my legs.
He wastes no time before his mouth finds my pussy.
He makes good on his promise, worshipping me the rest of the night until I’m forced to tap out.
I fall asleep wrapped up in his huge, strong arms, and for the first time in a very long time, I sleep peacefully.