February Again #3
With Brian I want to touch him constantly, be touched by him. Whether that’s walking hand in hand, playing with his fingers, or laying with my head in his lap while we watch a late-night movie, I just want to be close to him.
The second room we rented has gone largely ignored, except when we needed privacy to change. Both nights we’ve fallen asleep in the same bed, and I’ve woken to feel his erection against my ass. Both mornings we’ve pretended it hasn’t happened and got on with our day.
We’re so determined to prove everyone wrong. That neither of us would cross that final line. But God, I want him.
I want him with a ferocity it scares me. My entire body feels like it’s on high alert but in the best way. Every lingering glance sends a shockwave through me; every accidental brush of skin makes my nipples tighten.
The way he looks at me makes me feel like the sexiest woman on the planet, and at the same time, I feel a wave of sadness. Because I know that soon I’m going to have to go home to a husband that sees me as a live-in maid and glorified flesh light.
Jerry has never looked at me with such open desire. When we’re out his gaze flickers to other women, undressing them with his eyes.
It’s not all his fault either.
I can’t remember the last time I dressed in a beautiful dress and made myself look pretty. Or when we last went out and focused on only each other.
Our marriage has been a routine of comfort and familiarity and fear of the unknown. And now, knowing how much I love Brian, and God, do I love him, it’s clear how little I love Jerry.
I did once. With everything I had. But somewhere along the way, we both fell out of love and fell into habit.
“You’re quiet,” Brian murmurs, his lips brushing against my hair.
“Just thinking about having to leave,” I answer with a half-truth. “And how much I really don’t want to.”
He tilts my chin to look at him, his lips inches above mine. This close to his face, I can see the flecks of amber in his otherwise brown eyes, and the small dusting of freckles across his cheeks, almost invisible against the warm tan of his skin.
“Don’t think about that,” he whispers, and I’m almost certain he’s going to kiss me. “Think about right now. In this cab. You and me.”
“Fred too?” I tease, having clocked the driver’s name earlier.
Brian’s lips twitch into a small smile. “Maybe not Fred.” His head swoops and my lips part, but instead of a kiss, his breath falls hot against my neck.
“Just you and me,” he breathes, lips ghosting over my skin. “Tonight. Dancing. Your body against mine.”
I can’t breathe and the world ceases to exist outside of this taxi. Blood rushes to my ears, chills race across my skin, and there’s a persistent tingling between my legs that demands attention.
“Keep going,” I whisper.
He chuckles lowly and I swear it’s the sexiest thing I’ve ever heard. “You have no idea the things I want to do to you,” he growls against my ear.
I stand corrected.
That is the sexiest thing I’ve ever heard, and when his tongue trails around the shell of my ear, I can’t stop the whimper that escapes my lips.
Screw what’s right and wrong. I am fucking this man tonight.
“Sorry to interrupt,” Fred says, making me jump. “But we’re here.”
With one last nip to my ear, Brian pulls back and takes care of the fare. I don’t bother protesting, having learned it would fall on deaf ears.
In seconds he’s out of the car and opening my door, offering me his hand. His thumb brushes mine as he helps me out of the cab and despite it being minus a million degrees out here, the cold does nothing to cool the heat inside me.
“Let’s go dance,” he says, pulling me towards the tower entrance. It’s the second time we’ve stepped through these arched doors today. Earlier we were full of energy, giggling and tripping over one another.
Now we walk hand in hand, standing tall as sexual energy crackles between us, and every touch feels like foreplay.
There’s no fanfare as we enter the ballroom, no taking a moment to appreciate the grandeur. Brian takes my bag and leaves it on a nearby table before pulling me into his arms and moving me across the floor.
“Well, look at that,” I murmur. “You can dance.”
His answering smirk does things to me I can’t explain, and when he dips me, it’s all I can do not to swoon.
“I’m alright,” he says modestly, his head swooping to brush his lips over my chest and between my breasts. He pulls me back into his arms, and I move with him instinctively, as though we’re magnets.
I rest my head on his shoulder, closing my eyes and letting myself live this moment.
Both of us. Here together. Real life a thousand miles away.
No Jerry. No Rachel. No screen.
His body is warm, firm against mine. His arm secure around my waist as he moves us through the dance. I don’t know how long we stay there, how many times the song changes. But I do know what we must look like to everyone else. A couple in love. Crazy about each other. Lost to one another.
No one knows who we are. No one knows what’s waiting for us.
No one knows how careful we have to be.
I lift my head, running my fingers through his hair. It’s a loving gesture, sweet and tender for all of a second. My fingers curl, holding his hair in my fist as I pull him to me, my lips crashing into his.
His answering kiss makes my knees buckle, his lips hard and demanding. Possessive. His tongue swoops against mine, seeking submission and I give it to him.
Whatever this man wants, I’m his.
At least for tonight.
Note to self.
Just friends don’t kiss like that!
Jesy
Clothes are flying the minute we get the door unlocked, lips parting only to pull something off before we find each other again.
His hands are everywhere, and yet I need more of him. He pulls at my dress, cups my tits, squeezes my ass. He pulls me against him, making sure I can feel the hard length of him, how much he wants me.
We stumble onto the bed, still half dressed. I tear at his shirt and together we hastily rid him of it. My hands explore the planes of his back, the muscle that moves under my fingers as he tugs my dress down to my hips.
“I’ve been dreaming of these tits,” he growls, planting kisses over first one, and then the other. I arch my back, offering myself to him and he takes the invitation, warm hands grabbing my breasts and pushing them together. His tongue flicks from one nipple to the next in rapid succession.
I push my fingers into his hair, holding him against me as his lips close around one peak, his thumb flicking the other.
“Brian,” I breathe, tugging on his hair in my excitement. He releases my breasts, moving down my body in small, brief kisses. He pushes my skirt up out of his way, growling as he pulls my panties to the side, burying himself between my legs.
His tongue delves inside me and then swirls around my clit like he can’t decide what he wants more. I delight in every kiss, every nip, and flick of his tongue. His teeth sink into my thigh and I’m not sure the sound I make is entirely human as Brian pulls away from me.
He fumbles with his belt buckle, shoving his pants down just enough to release his cock as he positions himself between my legs.
“I promise…” he mutters, running his tip up and down my lips, nudging at my clit. “I promise I will worship your body the way you deserve to be worshipped.” He swallows as he looks between us to where our bodies are almost joined.
His eyes snap back to my face. “I just want you… need you. I don’t think I can wait another second.”
I lift my hips in agreement, my breath hitching as he catches my entrance. “Please, Brian.”
His desperation fuels mine, and as he sinks his cock into me inch by delicious inch, I feel like the world finally makes sense.
I was always going to end up here. With him. The thought makes my heart swell and joy radiate from me.
And then Brian slams into me and I feel like an animal again.
His body is tight against mine, every thrust making my nipples brush his chest. His lips are at my neck, his hand fisted in my hair to expose me to his teeth.
My nails rake down his back, grabbing his backside and pulling him harder into me. Just like on the dance floor, we move together in sync, my hips lifting to meet his thrusts, his hand grabbing mine to pin it above my head.
“You’re fucking perfect,” he growls in my ear. “I could live in this pussy.”
He moves faster, harder. I wrap my legs around his hips, needing more of him still. Every thrust forces another moan from my throat, every breath that falls against my skin makes me cling to him harder.
He murmurs my name, his forehead pressing against mine, our breath mingling as we lose ourselves in one another.
“More,” I beg, pulling him harder into me. “Please, Brian… more!”
He shoves my thighs into the bed, holding me down as he slams into me. He moves a hand between my legs, rubbing my clit in fast, tight circles that send shockwaves through my body.
Even if I wanted to, I am powerless to resist as a knot forms in the pit of my stomach, tightening rapidly until I lose myself completely and I’m nothing but sensation.
His breath against my ear stutters as he feels the strength of my orgasm, cursing under his breath. His grip on my thigh tightens, his hips punishing as he seeks his own climax.
“Come for me, Brian,” I whisper. “Let me feel you.”
His forehead creases as he groans my name, pulling out at the last second and stroking his cock. I sit up on my arms to watch greedily as he finishes on my stomach, my eyes flicking up to his face to see the pleasure there.
“Fuck!” he cries, releasing his cock and falling against me. We lay like that for a moment, basking in the afterglow, catching our breath.
I’m in love with this man.
It’s terrifying, and beautiful, exciting and daunting. Somewhere in the back of my mind, I know I can’t keep him. He’s not mine, after all.
But for a moment I can pretend.
For a moment I can dream.
Brian lifts his head, looking down at me as he brushes the hair out of my face. He smiles, his eyes crinkling as he takes in the sight of me under him, and then he smirks.
“I think I mentioned something about worshipping you…”
I giggle as he moves down my body, finally pulling my dress all the way off.
Well, it wouldn’t be much of a dream if there wasn’t a round two, would it?
18 Feb | From: Brian Trainer | To: Jesy Pattinson
Subject: Please?
Jesy, you can’t keep avoiding me. Are we going to talk about this? Come on, it’s been a week since we got back and this isn’t fair.
Talk to me, Jesy. Please.