Chapter 11
Chapter 11
Joselyn
T he Pelican Point Fall Festival holds special memories for me. I was a little surprised when Brennen asked me to attend with him tonight. We haven’t been seen together in public yet, other than some brief meetings at the winery, preferring to spend private time together reconnecting. But I know it’s important that he make an appearance, since the winery will be debuting new blends.
We enter through the main gate, and the first thing I see is the cotton candy stand. Brennen gives me a knowing look. “Would you like some?”
“My sweet tooth still exists,” I giggle.
We wander for a while, taking in the sights and sounds of the carnival atmosphere, before stopping in front of the Ferris wheel.
“Let’s take a ride,” he whispers in my ear, sending a shiver up my spine.
The Ferris wheel is where it all began for us, the place where our love story started when we were teenagers sharing our first kiss.
Brennen buys two tickets from the booth, and we get in line, the oldest couple among a group of teenagers. When it’s our turn, the ride attendant ushers us inside the old-fashioned enclosed car and secures the door, locking us in to our own private cocoon.
As the ride starts, the colorful lights all around us illuminate his handsome features. I can’t help but marvel at how lucky I was to have him in my life before I left. Why did I throw all of that away? Tamping down any melancholy thoughts about how much time we lost, I focus on the here and now. We’re at the very top when the wheel stops to let other couples on and off. Brennen turns to look at me.
“Jos, are you happy?”
“Yes,” I whisper as he brings his lips to mine. Cupping my cheek, he tilts my chin, deepening the kiss as the wheel starts to move again. I’m so caught up in him that it doesn’t register in my brain that we’ve reached the bottom and should have gotten off. Perhaps he gave the operator extra tickets for a longer ride since he’s sending us around again. Brennen ends the kiss and grins. He seems so happy tonight. Likely due to the success of the wine sampling. He’s never been a spontaneous person, so what he says next shocks me.
“What do you say we have some fun up here?” He gives me a sexy wink and slides his hand down my body and between my legs, lifting my dress as he makes slow circles over my clit, mimicking the movement of the Ferris wheel.
“I can’t believe you.” I giggle as my legs start to quiver.
“Want me to stop?” He teases, picking up the pace. He moves the fabric of my panties to the side and plunges two fingers inside me, sending jolts of pleasure coursing through my body.
I moan in response, gripping the side of the carriage tightly as the ride picks up speed. Or is that just my imagination? “Yes… No…” Holy hell, I can’t think with him doing that. “I mean…”
“Do you trust me?”
After the progress we’ve made since beginning our shibari sessions, he doesn’t really need to ask me that. But I nod since I’m having trouble forming words.
“I need to hear you say it, Jos. Tell me.”
“Yes.”
“Slide over here and climb on my lap,” he commands as he unzips his pants, moving them just below his hips, and freeing his cock.
Holy shit, he’s commando. I slide onto his lap, feeling the hardness of his cock pressing against my softness, but he doesn’t enter me. He wraps an arm around me, holding me close so I can feel the warmth of his body against mine. The world around us seems to be moving in slow motion as we continue to circle around in the Ferris wheel. The motion of the wheel adds another layer of excitement to our encounter. Our lips find one another once more, deepening into a passionate kiss filled with the promise of a second chance.
His fingers continue to work their magic inside me, and I’m now slick with arousal. His thumb brushes against my clit just right, sending electric shockwaves through my body. I moan into his mouth, and my hips grind against him instinctively. I’m lost in the feeling of his touch, the taste of him, and the smell of cotton candy and popcorn mixed with his unique scent. The sounds of our heavy breathing are intoxicating among all the other festival sounds as we move higher and higher up in the air, our bodies growing hotter with every passing second.
Everything else falls away except for the two of us and the intensity of this moment. He groans against my lips when I tighten around his fingers. As he stimulates me faster and faster, my climax builds, the tingling sensation starting at my core and spreading throughout my body until it consumes me entirely. I tear my mouth from his, gasping for air as pleasure overwhelms me, and I cry out, but it’s lost among the sounds of screaming and laughter from all of the other rides and attractions. My orgasm quakes through me, leaving my entire body weak but wanting more from him.
“Brennen,” I pant, still trying to catch my breath. “Hurry. I need you.”
He chuckles softly against my neck, the rumble of the sound tingling my insides before pulling back slightly to look into my eyes, a gaze filled with lust and promise. “I need you too, Jos,” he whispers, his voice hoarse. His fingers leave my soaking wet folds and he positions himself at my entrance, slowly pushing in. I gasp at the feeling of being filled by him, my womanhood pulsing. He groans as he bottoms out, his eyes never leaving mine as he begins to move inside me. We’re perfectly synchronized with the turning of the wheel; up and down, in and out, our bodies moving together as if we’ve never been apart.
The night air is chilly, but the way he is fucking me is scorching hot. I practically melt as he lifts a lock of hair off my face, giving it a little tug before tucking it behind my ear. We lock lips again, the taste of cotton candy adding sweetness to our tongues as we explore each other’s mouths. His hips begin to move faster, finding a rhythm that has me seeing stars. His thumb finds my clit once more, circling it gently, as his other hand finds my breast, palming it over the fabric of my dress. The sensation of the material of the dress reminds me of the texture of the ropes he uses to bind me, which has me practically floating in ecstasy. With every push into me, he goes deeper, and I can’t get enough.
Thank goodness for the closed car so no one can see us as we lose ourselves in this intimate moment. All that matters now is the connection we share underneath the twinkling lights. As we near the top again, the wheel picks up speed until our cart creaks with each rocking movement. I bite down on my lip to stifle my cries of pleasure when Brennen hits just the right spot over and over again. When my core contracts, my body starts shaking with another orgasm so powerful my whole body trembles.
I try to speak, Brennen’s name lingering on my lips, but it gets lost in the air as the wind carries it away.
I feel the moment he releases inside me, his cock pulsing as he growls like a wild animal. We remain tangled up in each other’s arms, hearts pounding against our chests, until our breathing returns to normal. We break apart reluctantly, both grinning like fools as we fix our clothing. When the Ferris wheel comes to a stop with our car on the ground once more, the operator opens the cage with a wink, and Brennen helps me out.
As we walk away, hand in hand, he leans into my ear and whispers, “that was...unexpected.”
“You started it! How was it unexpected?” I laugh, leaning into his shoulder. “And it was breathtaking, by the way.”
“I wasn’t planning on getting busy with you on the Ferris wheel, but...” He trails off, as if trying to find the right words. “You’re just so gorgeous, I can hardly keep my hands off of you.”
We continue our stroll through the festival grounds, our steps synchronized as we weave in and out of the throngs of people. The smell of carnival food wafts through the air and I can’t help but laugh.
“What?” he asks as he playfully nudges me with his elbow.
“Nothing,” I say, grinning up at him. “I was just thinking about cotton candy and Ferris wheels and how they’ll never be the same now.”
He laughs with me, pulling me into a side hug.
“Would you like to come home with me? I think I know where we can find a nice bottle of wine,” he says with a wink as he leads me back to the Celtic Knot’s booth.