6 - Brie
Forgiveness Is Earned
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Brie
I didn’t know what was happening at first. The shock of it froze me in place.
But when he kissed me, all the icy rage that had built up between us melted away the moment his lips met mine.
I had planned to lay into him, give Tobias a piece of my mind when I opened the door to find him standing there.
Then he kissed me, and I just couldn’t remember what I was angry about anymore.
He pulled away from me, almost jumping back in alarm. His brow furrowed, the green of his eyes brighter than I had ever seen it, and his lips still parted in shock.
I could still taste him on my lips. I felt bereft without his arms around me. It was maddening, beyond all reason and sensibility. I lunged forward, throwing myself back into his arms, almost pushing him over with the urgency of it.
Tobias held me tighter, with more assurance, and stepped back, closing the door with his foot.
Our lips found each other again. I sucked on his lower lip hungrily, drunk on the sudden clarity I felt.
I suddenly knew exactly what I wanted, what I had felt in him, what had driven me to seek out his approval so desperately that I had prepared a gourmet meal out of canned food, and climbed a ladder to help with something I had no idea how to do.
I wanted him, and he wanted me just as badly.
I ground myself into him, feeling his stiffening cock pressed against my belly.
I was hardly breathing but then again, I didn’t need to.
The only need I felt in my body radiated from between my legs and sent tingles all the way through me.
Every sensation was heightened: the prickle of his beard on my cheek, the tight grip of his hands as he kneaded my ass, gripping a cheek in each hand firmly.
I was greedy for his touch. I wanted more. I wanted to feel more of him than my thick layers of sleepwear would allow. I shrugged off my gown and humped his leg rhythmically, breathlessly trying to soothe my throbbing pussy.
Tobias’s hands moved underneath my pajama top, the rough calluses he developed with hard labor grazing their way to my breasts.
He groaned into my mouth, cupping each one roughly, squeezing each round bulb until I moaned and found the waistband of his pants.
My hands moved quickly, clumsily, yanking until his belt was loose, jeans unzipped.
I reached into his tight briefs, growing tighter with every sway of my hips.
The warm, smooth head of his cock dripped with the first signs of his desire, and I bathed my fingers in it as I pulled the soft skin that sheathed his engorged knob.
He moaned, breaking our kiss, and stepped just out of my reach.
Desire darkened his eyes, possessed him, and ruled his every movement.
He stepped toward me again, stumbling out of his pants.
My top was strewn somewhere, I didn’t look.
His lips twisted into a lascivious grin as he matched my movements, taking off his shirt too, revealing the tense muscles that tightly bound his olive skin.
I took another step back and felt the dresser behind me. He grinned as he moved for me again, running his finger over the edge of my pants, torturing me with soft, feathery touches. The teasing did nothing but increase my craving for him.
A shaky breath escaped my lips, and I could tell it thrilled him to know how badly I wanted him.
Slowly, he hooked his thumbs into the elastic at the top of my pants and pulled them down my legs.
His warm, ragged breath stoking the excitement I felt in my waxed mound.
He rubbed his palm over me, and I spread my legs instinctively, offering him more of myself. And he was ready for it.
Tobias ran his index finger over my slit, watching my face as he traced the parting of my lips down and then up again, down and then up again, dipping deeper into me with each trip.
He gathered my juices on his fingertip, then kneeled in front of me, circling my clit with added pressure, slowly moving closer and closer to its sensitive tip.
I whimpered, and he stopped, slowly looking up at me with a grin. My eyes pleaded with him, the intensity already threatening to overwhelm me.
He licked his finger, tasting me on him, then closed his eyes, clearly savoring how much I wanted him. He dipped his finger into me again, this time wiggling it, seeking out my hungry hole.
“Please,” I begged weakly.
This prompted him to thrust his finger into me all the way to his knuckle. He stirred, drawing small, tight circles inside me, then stopped again abruptly to taste me.
“You’re so wet,” he said.
Tobias lifted my left leg over his shoulder and licked me up and down, his tongue caressing my clit, then my hole, worming its way into me, making me quiver and drip. I felt my thighs stiffen as he licked me faster, breathing heavily as he lapped me up.
I gripped the edge of the dresser, afraid my legs would give in, but he carried on. He licked faster and faster, up and down over my nub, swirling his tongue in ways I couldn’t predict.
My breathing grew shallow and ragged, small whimpers I couldn’t contain spilling from my lips as he ate me out.
My body was all nerves. Every touch threatened to send me over the edge, every breath making it harder to catch the next.
Tobias sucked my clit into his mouth, pulsing it between his lips while his finger circled my dripping hole, dipping into me every time my body tightened.
I gripped his finger with my inner muscles, out of rhythm and out of control.
The tightening and pulsing shuddered through my whole body, making my knees buckle and my toes curl.
My mouth opened, but I couldn’t make a sound, couldn’t control how my orgasm ripped through me.
Tobias was unrelenting. He fingered me harder, deeper, faster, adding his middle finger now. He crossed it with his index, and twisted them inside me as I writhed, looking up at me to witness my pleasure, only slowing down when finally a deep groan escaped my open mouth.
He moved his fingers slowly inside me, my juices squelching with every maneuver until I was still again.
I stood there with him kneeling between my legs, my left leg still balanced on his shoulder, and tried to recover.
Tobias looked at me, watching for my reaction. He dragged his finger over my wet slit again. He traced his way further back, circling my asshole with his slippery wet fingers and teased at penetrating me, taking his pleasure from my bewildered whimpers until he couldn’t take much more either.
“I’m going to fuck you now,” he said in a low, sure voice.
I nodded as if he had asked me a question and felt myself grow wetter at his carnal confidence.
We kissed passionately, passing the taste of my pleasure between us as our tongues danced, rubbing and swirling over each other until I felt Tobias lift me onto the dresser.
I sat on the edge with my legs around him, hugging him close with both my arms and legs, tasting the salt on his neck, feeling a pulsing vein under his skin.
Tobias pulled back, lowering his briefs, before positioning himself at my entrance, coating himself in my juices before easing into me. Slowly, he pushed, inching into me, making me stretch and grip onto him, slowly taking him in until his belly was against mine.
He paused, his cock gently pulsating inside me, and gripped the back of my neck, forcing my head forward. He leaned in, touching his forehead to mine and started to thrust, impaling me on his cock, pulling it out wetter and glossier each time.
I clenched my pussy around him, gently milking him, relishing the sensation of him filling me with his length and girth as he stroked against every deliciously sensitive part. I had to brace myself against his chest when his dick made contact with just the right spot.
He drove himself into me, his hips undulating and grinding against me until I felt my pussy clench tightly, rhythmically urging him on to fuck me harder and faster, to pump himself deeper inside me, until we were both sweating and breathing heavily.
My lower belly started to tingle and contract out of time.
There was no rhythm, no control, just clenching and releasing that made me feel like my whole body vibrated with every cell humming.
A shiver ran through me, and I held onto Tobias even tighter than before.
I just couldn’t contain my whimpering and squealing while pleasure wracked through my body, making me shiver and shake as I came.
My body shuddered over and over again, my muscles tensing and twitching.
I had lost all control; I couldn’t have made it stop even if I wanted to.
I let myself go, let my body do what it wanted to, let my back arch and raise my legs so Tobias sank deeper into me with every thrust, tilted my hips to direct his thrusts to my pussy’s upper wall.
Tobias thrust in and out of me faster, building up more momentum until he let out a groan, pulling his dick out of me to come on my thighs. His warm, sticky arousal dripped over me, and I gazed at it for a second too long before looking up.
We stared at each other, trying to make sense of what had just happened. With the obvious out of the way, there was suddenly room for rational thinking again.
The space was filled with the sounds of our labored breathing, slowly out of sync until the intimacy of the moment had passed.
The desire had finally been satisfied. The reality of it dawned on me, and even though I could not name it, I knew it would have consequences. Consequences I had no power to choose because I had given in to an unexpected lust.
A pained expression came over Tobias as he processed it in his own way. I could see him wrestle with what this meant, if it meant anything at all.
“I … I’m sorry,” he stammered, finding the clothes that he had recklessly strewn across the room just minutes ago.
“We can’t tell anyone about what just happened here,” he said, taking my hands in his.
“Of course,” I agreed, still panting and trying to put words to what had just happened between us. If I were to tell anyone, if I suddenly had someone I could share this with here in the cabin, I wouldn’t know what to say. I didn’t understand it myself.
Tobias pulled on his clothes, covering the body that had given me so much unexpected pleasure. He barely looked at me as he hurried out, mumbling one last apology before closing the door behind him.