Chapter 34
CHAPTER THIRTY-FOUR
Bryan
“D on’t say I didn’t warn you.”
Sliding my hand beneath the bottom of her hoodie, my fingertips graze the warmth of her skin with the softest touch.
Goosebumps rise in their wake, and anticipation tightens deep in my core. Tossing her top to the floor, I take in the sight I’ve missed out on for weeks.
“You’re so fucking beautiful.” I lean closer for a taste, my lips dusting over her collarbone as my hand slides behind her to undo the fasteners of her bra.
Once I have her bare to my touch, I reacquaint myself with the luscious rounds of her tits. The girls are a perfect handful, her nipples pebbled hard as if aching to be sucked into the heat of my mouth.
Well, I wouldn’t want to disappoint the little ladies.
I suck her nipple into my mouth, and she sucks in a breath. When I clamp the little bud between my teeth and bite, she cries out.
I don’t torture her long. Sweeping my tongue across the tip, I soothe the sting of my nip. Then, I move to give the other one the same attention.
Harper’s fingers in my hair tighten, her grip pulling me closer as her back arches. Her hold pushes her nipple into my hungry mouth, and I groan.
Wants more, does she? Well, I’m not one to disappoint my girl.
And she is my girl. Mine.
She asked me about love, and I could tell by the stress in her voice she wasn’t ready to look too closely at what we are. Harper needs to feel in control.
I downplayed my feelings because I didn’t want to spook her. No mistake, though, it’s love.
It’s not the easy, secure love I had with Yasmine—not yet at least. But it’s early days and the excitement of getting to know one another and falling for one another is fucking incredible.
I won’t rush it. I want to enjoy every moment.
I plan to take things slow, bit by bit claiming her heart, body, and soul. I’m not known for patience, but with the prize of winning Harper for eternity, I’m ready to play the longest of long games.
After giving each of her nipples a farewell kiss, I work my way down the soft flesh of her tummy, her mound, and then lower. Settling between her legs, my lips graze the inside of her thighs, my tongue drawing a long trail against the warmth there.
She mewls a feminine sound that makes me hard as a steel rod. My aching cock weeps to be inside her. With my palms on the inside of her thighs, I press her legs open further to give me room to work.
The scent of her arousal makes my mouth water.
My tongue brushes over her clit, and growl as I lap up the taste of her juices. A shiver ripples through her and she lifts her hips, grinding her pussy against my mouth.
Fucking hell, this woman undoes me.
I swirl my tongue, sucking her clit, feasting on her wetness until my balls burn hot with the need to fill her. Her nails dig into my shoulder and she comes hard for me, her hot, wet channel spilling into my mouth.
I devour every last drop, my beast roaring to the fore.
With her scent and taste driving me wild, I prop up on my knees, reaching with one hand to yank my pants past my hips and down my thighs.
She reaches between us, and without warning or hesitation, grips my cock and squeezes.
“Fucking hell.”
My strength almost gives out, but I don’t want to drop on top of her, so I roll to the side to kick off my pants. I’m sure I look like a horny teenage boy about to get lucky, but I don’t give a fuck.
I’ve missed her more than I thought possible.
“Bryan, I swear if you don’t fill me with your cock right now, I might die.”
I sit back on my heels, wipe a hand over my face, and give her a wink. “I have half a mind to tease you until you’re a trembling, wet mess, but I can’t have you combusting on me.”
Gripping her hips, I roll her onto her belly and pull her up onto her knees. “I want you bare, trouble. I swear I’m clean and you’re still protected, right?”
“I am. And yes, stop teasing. I’m dying here.”
I press the crown of my cock against her drenched opening and heat builds deep in my balls. Fuck me, I haven’t even started railing her yet and I’m fighting not to come.
With a seductive smile over her shoulder, she pushes back, hissing as I give in and sink into her silky heat. “Yes!”
Her throaty cry shoots a bolt of pleasure straight to the base of my spine. I grip her hips and thrust deep, bending over to draw my tongue up the line of her vertebrae. She arches into me, her inner muscles pulsing, gripping me.
I love my girl greedy and needy.
Rolling my hips, I strike up a rhythm. Every slap of my hips to her ass sends soul-changing bliss. On her knees like this, she takes me so deep.
As I bottom out, I feel as I rub over the resistance of her G-spot.
“Oh, god, yes. There! Don’t stop.”
Not a chance in hell. The euphoria of being inside this woman is addictive and I was hooked from the first time.
Nothing exists outside this room.
There is only us—like this—hopefully forever.
My grip on her hips will likely leave a mark but there’s no help for it. I clutch her, thrusting deep, the slap of flesh, her feminine groans and my breathy grunts filling the air.
“I feel you everywhere,” she groans, her hot pussy squeezing my cock like her body has claimed it for her own.
That’s fine. I’m laying my claim too—for her body, her heart, and her soul.
My breathing is coming hard and fast when her orgasm takes her. The way her insides milk my cock, there’s no holding back. Thrusting forward, I lock my hips, and the room spins. I spill everything I’ve got into her.
I don’t know where I end, and she begins.
When we collapse onto the mattress, I roll us onto our sides, still connected. Pulling the duvet over her hip, I protect her from the loss of heat.
Snuggling closer, I spoon her and press my hips forward. I may be completely spent but I’m not ready to leave the comfort of her slick channel yet.
It takes a while for our breathing to slow and our bodies to come down from the shared high. Eventually, my cock recedes unbidden, and I lose the comfort of being inside her.
Burying my face at the nape of her neck, I hold her as the fire crackles and the world comes back into focus.
And in the quiet aftermath, lying in my bed, her skin warm against mine, I feel something I haven’t felt in a very long time.
Whole.