14. Brinn
Chapter 14
Brinn
I haven’t felt touch starved since I met Isaac. That doesn’t stop my ravenous hunger for him, though. I am starving for every inch of him.
I devour the taste of myself on his lips, and cling to him desperately. I will take every ounce of affection he can give me and give him everything I can in return. He’s rock hard in his shorts against my thigh, and his hips twitch with restraint.
“I want you,” I pant into his ear as I wrap my legs around his hips. Finally, desperately, he rolls them against me, shuddering.
“Show me what you want, Brinn,” he says, his voice thick and rough.
The best part of us being roughly the same height is that it makes flipping us a lot easier.
He’s breathless and wide-eyed as I straddle him. “Am I too heavy?”
His hands glide over my hips like he’s shaping a vase on a pottery wheel. “No, sweetheart,” he chuckles. “That was just incredibly hot. My brain froze for a second.” His hands roam over my curves and settle back at my hips, rocking me gently against his bulging erection, teasing us both.
My eyes flutter closed as I try to focus on the tiny bolts of pleasure sent by each movement of our bodies.
“Do you have a condom?”
“Fuck,” I groan but keep moving my hips against his hard length. “No... I’m on birth control, though.”
Our motions slow to stillness as we look at each other, needy panting the only accompaniment to the symphonic storm outside. We’re back at the holding pattern of idle uncertainty, both of us afraid to make the first move.
Isaac has helped me reclaim so much of my life. I want to reclaim this part of it with him. There is no one I trust more. There is no one I want more.
I lean down and kiss him. “I trust you,” I say. “I want this if you do.”
He rolls his hips against me again, and I shiver at the need that racks my body. “Never, ever doubt that I want you, Brinn. Nothing in the world compares to you,” he says before kissing my shocked mouth. “Now, help me get these shorts off.”
We’re a tangle of limbs and laughter as we wiggle and shift to get his pants down. He growls in frustration and flips us over, then shucks them efficiently.
He runs the blunt head of his thick cock up and down my sex, tapping it against my clit. “You’re so wet for me,” he says.
I whimper when he does it again. “Please, we’re even on the teasing. I need you inside of me,” I beg.
“Anything for you,” he says as he lines himself up and pushes in slowly. “Fuuuuuck,” he moans as he buries himself inside me. I can’t help but gasp as he moves. I can hardly breathe at the feeling. He feels so fucking good.
Our bodies find a sensuous rhythm together. What started as desperate and hurried is now steady and all-consuming.
His skin is soft under my fingernails as I cling to him. He shifts slightly, and the new angle makes me see fireworks, and I moan into his kiss. He must notice the way I flutter around him as he doubles his efforts.
“I’m so close,” I tell him.
“I don’t want this to be over, but I am too,” he groans.
“The sooner this is over,” I pant, “the sooner we can do it again.”
He gives me a wicked smile. “Good point, gorgeous.” His hands roughly pull my hips to his as his pace intensifies.
The feeling of it all sends me careening over the edge as I come with a shout. The wild pump of his hips draws out my pleasure before he joins me a few seconds later.
When he rolls off me, he pulls me to his chest. He’s warm, and he smells like rain and sunshine, pine, and Isaac. I can’t help but nuzzle into his side and run my fingers through the golden hair on his chest.
His lips press to the crown of my head. “Can I say something cheesy?” he says after a few minutes of contented quietness.
“Yes.”
“That was worth going outside in this weather. I would have hiked 100 miles in this storm for even a chance with you.”
“Just a chance, hmm?” I can’t help but laugh, burying my face in his chest.
“For just a smile from you,” he says. His hand comes to tip my chin to look at him. He’s wearing that sunny expression of his, softened by the candlelight and post-orgasm glow. “Thank you for trusting me.”
I kiss him. “Thank you for being patient.”
He chuckles. “Walk 100 miles and wait a hundred years.”
As I lay my head back on his chest and hear his steady heartbeat in his chest, I know I would do the same.