Chapter 5
CHAPTER FIVE
Briggs
That was the best damn dinner I’d had in a long time.
From the scrumptious seafood to the woman growing on me, I enjoyed every second.
After we finished eating, I helped her clean and then we sat on our back patio and talked more. It was like I could open up to her in ways I couldn’t with anyone else.
And that scared the fuck out of me.
Shyla opened me up and made me smile when I hadn’t smiled in who knows how long. She pulled me out of my shell and wrapped me in a comforting warmth, in the same way my grandmother used to do. I felt secure, safe, and not judged.
Sunshine radiated out of her, so bright and loud, she made me go blind. I didn’t realize it in that moment, but I was falling hard and fast for her.
I no longer wanted to hold back.
We lounged on her back patio, our chairs side by side, as we watched the sun set in the distance.
She looked illuminated in the glowing oranges, pinks, and purples, her tank top hugging her curves in all the right places, and her long skirt fluttering in the cool, evening breeze.
“My parents worked constantly. I spent most of my time with my nanny. She became like a mom to me. As soon as I was a teenager, I threw myself into my friends so I wouldn’t have to be home and wondering where my parents were.
Now I hardly talk to them, a cordial hello or how are you from time to time, and it sucks.
I wish I had a sibling to commiserate with. ”
I reached over and clasped her hand with mine, wrapping mine around hers. “I’m sorry it wasn’t easy.”
Shyla looked down at my hand, her mouth forming a small o-shape. When she met my gaze again, her green ones blazed hot.
Kiss her. Do it. Now’s the moment.
I waited. Unsure. Should I cross that line? Once I crossed it, I couldn’t go back.
You know what? Fuck it.
I wanted her.
All of her.
I leaned forward, pressed my free hand against her cheek, and made the move.
My lips against hers, tasting, exploring, and falling. Falling so fucking hard.
Once my lips met hers, all bets were off. I grabbed the back of her head and kissed her with everything inside me, everything I’d felt for her, for us, and I knew then I was hooked forever.
I pushed my tongue between her lips and moved inside her mouth, exploring and tasting, excitement and pleasure buzzing through me. I’d never been so turned on before. It buzzed through me and I wanted to scream out her name and growl like a fucking animal.
Breaking the kiss, I panted heavily, dizzy with her, drunken on her scent and taste. “Holy shit.” I mumbled.
“Come inside,” Shyla commanded, and I nodded. I wouldn’t say no to her now. I couldn’t. I needed her. Needed to claim her, the urge too strong to ignore.
We stood up and she led me inside, up to her bedroom, neither one of us speaking, yet a silent conversation happened, her telling me how much she wanted me.
Inside her bedroom, we stopped at the edge of her bed, and she removed her tank top in one shift move, her lacy bra causing a groan to escape my throat.
“Fuck,” I muttered. Her breasts were perfect.
Round mounds, bouncy and perky beneath her lacy see-through bra, her nipples hard and pressing against the fabric.
My hands ached to touch them, but I wanted to take my time. To savor her.
Kissing her, I grabbed her waist with both hands and pressed her against me, holding her there as if we were becoming one. She tasted so good I can’t get enough and kissed her deeper and longer, tasting as much as I could, committing her to memory.
When she broke our kiss, she panted hard, but still managed to smile at me, her eyes twinkling. “I’m so glad you came over for dinner.”
I chuckled, low and growl like. “Me too.”
She moved in for a kiss now, slow, gentle, nipping at my bottom lip, before going all in and kissing me hard, thrusting her tongue inside and twisting with my own. She tasted so damn good.
“Lift your skirt.” I demanded, my voice thick with need.
Shyla lifted the hem but stopped and shook her head. “Take off your shirt. It’s only fair.”
She had a point. Her shirt was already off.
I lifted it up and off in one quick movement and watched as her eyes darkened and fell downwards. She jutted out her tongue, licking her bottom lip only slightly before her eyes flicked back to mine.
When she lifted her skirt, a barely there thong covered her pussy, and when she turned around, bending forward so her ass was on full display.
“Fucking beautiful.” I wanted to dive in and never look back.
Shyla straightened her back and turned back around.
“Touch yourself,” I commanded. “Show me what you like.”
Her hands moved slowly, one sliding into her panties, her head falling back as she spread her arousal up and down.
Holy fuck…
Shyla shimmed out of her skirt and climbed onto the bed, turning to face me as she got to her knees. She slowly slid off her bra, one side at a time, my dick hard and dripping pre-cum at the top.
When she tossed the bra to the side and exposed her creamy flesh, I gulped, her breasts more beautiful than I imagined.
My mouth watered, and I quickly undressed, tossing my jeans and boxers aside.
I climbed onto the bed and grabbed her by the waist, kissing her hard before dragging my mouth down her jaw, neck, and lower, over her collarbone and shoulders, and down her chest. When I reached her breasts, I kissed each one, before kissing between them and moving back to the right, clasping my mouth over her pert nipple.
Shyla’s head fell back as her fingers tangled inside my hair, moans slipping from between her lips.
She thrust her chest into my face and moaned.
I moved to her other nipple, kissing, nipping, tasting her skin, before sucking hard on her breast. She cried out in pleasure and my cock dripped more, desperate to be buried inside her.
My hands moved around to her ass and squeezed her cheeks, pressing her against me, my cock rubbing against her thigh.
Then I went lower, dragging my mouth over her hot skin, her belly, down to her skimpy thong. I yanked it off with my hands, greedy and desperate, before pressing my face between her legs and inhaling deeply. She smelled divine, and I wanted her for dessert.
“Lay down on her back.” I instructed, before positioning myself between her legs and spreading them wide open.
Her pink pussy glistened under the soft glow of her bedroom lamp. “You’re so fucking beautiful, Shyla,” I said, holding her gaze steady. “You’re mine. And I’m never letting you go.”
And then I ate her pussy for dessert until she fell apart in my arms.