51. Brian
CHAPTER 51
It almost feels too good to be true, that the person I find so incredible: so driven and desirable and amazing, wants me back. Wants me inside her.
I shudder at the anticipation of feeling those soaking wet walls that taste like musk and honey clenching around my cock. I’ve wanted her for weeks. But I’ve been waiting for her to be ready. I’ve been known to jump in headfirst into new relationships, and sex can always make things seem like they’re moving faster than they are. I don’t think I’ve ever waited until after saying I love you before doing the deed.
I do tend to say it right after. Or during. It can just kind of…come out prematurely. No pun intended.
But this time, I don’t have to be afraid of that. I love this woman. And she knows it.
So we both have family issues. We have past hurts and traumas that we need to work through. All of that can happen with therapy and time. But right now?
Right now, I have a strong, smart, beautiful woman in front of me who wants me inside of her, and I would be an idiot not to oblige.
I’ve been lying beside her, leaning on an elbow as I look across at her perfect form in the firelight. If I could make my brain a camera, and capture this still: the bronze tan of her arms and legs transitioning to the pale, creamy skin of her torso and breasts. Freckles dot her shoulders and decolletage, and a few dip below her collarbones.
I trace the melanin constellations, letting my fingers graze from her wrists, to her triceps, up and around until my fingertips press into the forgiving flesh of her glorious chest.
The human form is so beautiful. I’ve always admired athletes and their musculature. Not even in a sexual way necessarily, but professionally, getting to work on someone whose body is a textbook of anatomy is alway an exciting prospect. I’ve dated many fit men, and a few women, but looking at Kodi’s body is something else entirely.
She’s strong from years of training. Her arms in particular are beautifully defined, and I can’t help but admire the way the light shifts across her triceps as goosebumps erupt across them at my touch. I follow the lines of her body as biceps give way to deltoids, rippling below pecs, and down to…
Her nipples pebble under my gaze, and as I circle one with my thumb she mewls in pleasure. I feel an answering tug deep in my stomach, and feel the tension in my cock reach a fever pitch. Before I’m even inside her.
Fuck. Am I even going to last?
I’ve already almost lost it once tonight. I can’t help it. She’s a work of art.
Reluctantly, I leave the kneading of her breasts and reach for the condom in my wallet. Once I shove my wrinkled pants away and slide back to her, my hands glide to the dip of her waist and up the slender curve of her hips. This part of her feels familiar, as this is where I’ve been digging my fingers for the past hour. She parts her thighs in answer.
“Please, Brian,” she moans. And I nod. I rip open the foil packet and slowly roll the condom down my straining shaft. Her eyes flash as she watches me.
Before I settle into position, I post above her and capture her lips with mine. She’s still hungry, sucking on my tongue as if she can pull me inside her with the force of her lips alone. We break apart, and I’m already breathing heavy again.
“You’re so beautiful, baby girl.” I know she loves it when I call her that, and the blush that blooms across her cheeks confirms it.
I sink between her legs and stroke the flushed head of my cock up and down her dripping folds.
“Yes,” she moans. “God, give it to me. I have to know–I want–”
As slowly as I can bear to, I slide home.
I expect resistance, but after two orgasms she is slick and ready for me. She lets out a low groan that rises in pitch and breathiness as I sheath myself fully, and the sound is positively sinful.
“Yes!” She shouts when I bottom out inside her, following the tight path my fingers and tongue mapped for me earlier.
She feels incredible. My balls instantly tighten, and I have to freeze to catch my breath for a moment as we accommodate to each other. Her arms snake their way around my waist and she hooks her good leg behind my hips, pulling me closer.
“Easy, baby girl. You feel too good,” I grit out. Fuck, it’s been years since I’ve been with a woman like this, and the pressure and sensation of Kodi’s pussy is so different from what I’m used to. She’s squeezing me from base to head, and I swear I can feel every flutter of her velvet walls like a heavenly vise.
“I need more, Brian,” she breathes in my ear. “Please. Fuck me. Please.”
Her begging only makes me twitch harder inside her. But my baby girl needs me to move, needs me to give her everything.
So I slowly pull out, dragging my cock against those hot, slick walls, until only the very tip of me is still inside her. As I do, I look deep into her amber eyes, seeing the desperate plea glowing within them. Her plush lips, red and shiny from all our kisses, open tantalizingly on a moan, and I pause for the slightest second just to take in the perfect picture she makes as she gets lost in her own pleasure.
And then I slam back in.
“Fuck!” She cries out, and I’m right there with her. I piston my hips out and in again and again, cherishing the way her core splits open around me every time.
My blood is pounding in my ears, so much so that I can hardly hear her fevered cries as I pound into her. It’s so good, so perfect, and I feel myself edging closer and closer to ecstasy with every stroke.
Her body tenses, and my whole body shudders as she squeezes around me. She’s meeting me now, pushing her hips up to crash into mine, driving me even deeper inside her precious heat. Fuck, it’s incredible. I shift above her, cushioning the back of her head with my hand as both of our movements become more and more erratic. Her hair tangles in my fingers, her neck slender and perfect in the palm of my hand as I bury my face into that sweet, soft curve above her collarbone.
I feel her approaching her release when the movements of her hips start to lose their rhythm. My core tenses like a rubber band as her inner walls flutter over my cock, and I struggle to keep hold of myself.
I’m going to lose it. It’s too good. I can’t let myself come until?—
“Brian!” she gasps in my ear, and somehow it breaks through the sounds of blood rushing and rain falling and the lewd smacks of our bodies against each other. “I’m gonna–”
“Me too, baby girl,” I groan, and that’s when I pull back and see her eyelashes flutter over her flushed cheeks, her eyes rolling back into her head. Then I feel her.
That all-encompassing squeeze that had driven me crazy with lust when it had clenched down around my fingers, now grips my cock in a chokehold. I buck my hips forward once, twice, until the pressure building inside finally breaks in a euphoric burst of pleasure, and I spill myself inside her.
“Fuck, baby girl,” I grunt out with my release. “You’re so. Perfect. So. Fucking. Good.”
Words have left her. Her full lips part on a soundless scream, and I collapse on top of her, holding myself up just enough to allow her breathing room. The rest of me wraps around her, my head sinking to the crook of her sweaty neck, my cock softening slowly inside her perfect pussy, still twitching in tandem with the aftershocks skittering through her body.
We lay like that in a timeless haze, until I finally extricate myself enough to lean on my side next to her and pull the condom off. With great effort, she turns to face me, landing a slender hand on my hip and scooching closer until our legs touch.
“Thank you,” she whispers.
“For what?” I chuckle, looking at her with disbelieving eyes. “You know that was just as amazing for me, right? As I hope it was for you?”
“Oh my God, it was incredible.” A tired smile lights up her face, and a softer warmth and tingles bloom in my stomach at the sight. She was already beautiful, but with joy lighting her eyes…
She’s radiant.
I drape my arm over her and press her pliant body flush against mine. “You’re so beautiful.” I murmur the words into her hair, which smells like strawberries and woodsmoke. “I love you.”
I’ve trained myself to be content when, after sex, I spill out my soul and my feelings only to be met with silence. I’m used to these moments being quiet. Just comfortable. With me bearing all my emotional vulnerability and my partner simply snuggling in response.
So when Kodi presses a kiss to the hollow of my chest and whispers back, I’m not prepared for the swell of happiness and pride that fills me to my core.
“I love you too.”