Briar
Something in Blake’s gaze changes.
He looks at me with an intensity in his eyes I’ve never seen before.
And then it hits me: He’s looking at me like he loves me.
My chest aches with the realization.
He reaches over and grabs a condom from his bedside table. He cups my cheek in his hand and kisses. He swoops his tongue through my mouth, then sucks on my tongue. I whimper.
“Take off your clothes,” he rasps.
I slip off the T-shirt of his that I’m wearing and my shorts.
He’s already shirtless, so he stands up to take off his sweatpants and boxer briefs.
When I see his naked body, I go still. I stand there and stare.
“I’m never gonna get used to how sexy you are,” I say. I wrap my hand around the base of his hard dick. “Or how big you are.”
He smiles, then groans softly. “Good. Because every time I see you, Briar, you take my breath away.” He gently pulls down my panties. “I can’t believe you’re my girlfriend. I can’t believe you love me.”
My chest aches, and my pulse stumbles. How does he do this? How does he always leave me breathless with the sweetest words ever?
He’s back to sitting on the edge of the bed. He rolls on the condom, and I straddle him, just like I was before.
He rests his hands on my hips, and I slowly lower onto him.
“Oh, god, Blake…” I whimper as my muscles twitch and tighten around him. We’ve been having non-stop sex this whole week, so I can fit him easier now than the first time we had sex, but I still need to go slow when I first slide him in.
“Fuck, babe,” he mutters, his fingers pressing into the fleshy part of my hips. “You always feel like heaven. Every single time.”
Slowly, I work myself up and down his hard cock. All the nerve endings in my body are sparking, catching fire. Pleasure floats through me, and I’m moaning so loud.
He runs his mouth along the side of my neck. He kisses my shoulder and right behind my ear. I gasp at how sensitive it is. Gently, he scrapes his teeth over my skin. I whimper.
Then he dips his head down and captures my nipple in his mouth. He teases the hard bud with his tongue, flicking soft and steady at first, then getting faster and harder by the second.
Pleasure tugs between my thighs. My clit is throbbing, and he’s not even touching me there.
“You taste so fucking good, babe. Every inch of you.” His voice is rough against my skin.
I grip my hands over his shoulders, steadying myself as I ride him harder.
“Oh, fuck,” he mutters, leaning his head back. His eyes are cloudy, like he’s seeing stars.
Then he licks his thumb and gently massages my clit.
My legs buckle, and I fall forward a little at how jolting the change in sensation is. Pleasure simmers like lava coursing through my entire body.
I sit on top of Blake’s throbbing dick and bury my face in his shoulder.
“Can you come like this?” he asks while teasing my clit.
I nod into his shoulder. “Yes. It’s so good.”
He turns his head and kisses my neck. With his free hand, he grips my hip and guides me up and down his hard length, slower now. All the while, he works my clit gently with his other hand.
My thigh muscles tense and twitch, and my vision starts to blur.
“Do you like riding your boyfriend’s dick, babe?”
My eyes roll back. “Yes.”
He runs his tongue along the sensitive skin on my neck. “Are you gonna come hard on your boyfriend’s cock?”
My eyes roll back. “Yes.”
My head is spinning, and my heart feels like it’s melting in my chest.
“Ah, fuck,” Blake mutters. His chest muscles tense. “Your sweet little hole is just too good.”
I whimper. I love that this is how we make love. It’s filthy and sweet all at once.
Pleasure sparks up my stomach and chest. That tell-tale tightness pulls between my legs. I’m panting as my body tenses. I’m so close.
Just then, Blake grabs my chin in his big hand and turns me to look at him.
“Look at me. I wanna see my girlfriend’s pretty eyes roll back when I make her come.”
I gasp. My entire body starts to shake. I can feel my orgasm hovering over me.
“That’s it, babe. You’re doing so well.”
He presses his thumb harder on my clit, and I break. I come with a loud moan. I try to keep my eyes on Blake, but they roll back. It’s totally out of my control. My orgasm is calling the shots, and it’s making my body go wild.
I shake as climax crashes over me. My heartbeat is heavy and wild. I feel it everywhere. In my ears, my limbs, my chest.
“Look at my sexy girlfriend coming so hard for me.”
I start to wobble, but Blake holds me up with his big arms.
“I’ve got you,” he whispers.
My throat tightens as emotions rush through my body. It all feels too much, but also perfect. Just right. I think this is how sex is supposed to feel with someone you love. Overwhelming, all-consuming, mind-bending bliss.
I slump against him, breathing hard as I catch my breath. Blake’s hard, hot body tenses under me. I look at him, relishing the hazy look in his eyes as he teeters on the edge of release.
I lean down and kiss his neck, right along his jaw. When I drag my teeth over his stubbled skin, he lets out a rough noise. It’s so deep and low, so manly, it makes me shiver.
He huffs out a breath and wraps his arms around me tighter. He kisses my shoulder.
“Whoa,” he murmurs.
“Yeah. Whoa.”
I lean back so we can look at each other. His mouth curves up in a smile. He leans back to lie down on the bed, taking me with him.
“Can we stay like this forever?” He kisses my neck.
I close my eyes and smile. “I’d like that.”
“Hold on.” He gently slides me off of him and pulls off the condom. “Let me get rid of this first.”
I chuckle as I watch him step over to the trash can in his bedroom and drop it in.
He crawls back into bed, pulling me against him. Like always, he wraps his arms around me, and I curl into his chest.
We stay like that, cuddling in comfortable silence for a long stretch. I’m so cozy and warm, I start to doze off. But then my phone buzzes with a message. I roll over and grab it from the side table so I can turn off notifications, but then I see a preview of the message.
It’s an email from Professor Martinez about my application for the internship in Mexico City.
Anxiety tightens through my chest. My instinct is to ignore it. To put it off because there’s no way I got it. There were tons of students who applied with better grades and more impressive applications. Why taint this moment between Blake and me with disappointment?
But I can’t help the curiosity coursing through me. I need to know the outcome. May as well get it over with.
I tap my phone screen and hold my breath as I skim the message. “Oh my gosh.”
Behind me, Blake yawns. “Everything okay?”
I turn to look at him. “I got the internship. I’m going to Mexico City.”
His eyes widen, and his handsome face breaks into the biggest grin. “Holy shit!”
I’m nodding and smiling and laughing. “I can’t believe it. I was sure I wouldn’t get it.”
He holds my face in his big hands and kisses me softly. “But you did. You got it. You beat out all those other students because you’re brilliant and hard working and you speak three languages fluently, like the beautiful genius that you are.”
I smile against his mouth as he kisses me again.
“I’m so proud of you.”
Giddiness and excitement swirl through me. But then I think about Blake. I think about all that he’s dealing with right now—his future on the hockey team is in jeopardy. So is his future in the pros.
I instantly feel guilty. I stop smiling and pull my lips into my mouth.
“What’s wrong?” he asks.
“I feel like such a jerk being excited about this when you’re dealing with so much stress right now,” I say quietly.
A line forms between his brows as he stares at me. “Briar. I don’t ever want you to dim your light for me. Okay?”
My heart tugs in my chest.
“You earned this. You deserve to be happy right now. I am so happy for you.”
He moves onto his back and pulls me to sit on top of him. He reaches up and touches my cheek.
“I don’t care what’s going on in my life, Briar. When you do something fucking awesome, I’m going to celebrate you. Always.”
I breathe through the tight warmth in my chest. Just when I think it’s not possible for Blake to be any more amazing, he goes and proves me wrong.
I gaze down at him, blown away by his love for me. How he celebrates my wins. How he’s my biggest cheerleader. How he believes in me, more than I believe in myself sometimes.
I lean down and kiss him. “I love you.”
“I love you too, babe.”
He gently grabs my face and pulls me down to kiss him. “We should celebrate,” he murmurs against my lips.
“What should we do?”
“How about I give you another orgasm, and then we go out for tacos?”
I smile, giddy and glowing. I’m crazy about this man. “Sounds perfect.”