Chapter Thirteen #2
My head tips, a groan slipping free as I force myself to watch her. It’s not easy when she wraps her hand around the base of my dick, bobbing her head in the same motion.
With my hands in her hair, I guide her, showing her the way I like it.
“Just like that, Brin. Oh fuck, that feels so fucking good. I wish you could see how sexy you look right now.”
Her eyes light up at my praise, her cheeks turning pink and her eyes growing heavy.
She hollows her cheeks and takes me deeper the next time, and I nearly finish before we even get started.
“Brin, baby, I need you to stop or I’m not gonna last much longer.”
She releases me with a pop, and I drop to my knees in front of her, which is awkward if I’m being honest, considering my pants are still sitting mid-thigh.
Brinley grins at me, and I reach for the button on her jeans, tugging them along with her underwear down her legs and tossing them behind me on the floor.
She presses her thighs together, her shyness creeping in again. I slide my hands under her thighs, pulling her toward me. She throws her head back, giggling as I ease them apart, and she lets them fall open easily.
The sight of her glistening pussy, the scent of her arousal, has my mouth watering to taste her. I’ve never wanted anything or anyone as much as I want her.
I don’t even wait another second, leaning in to swipe my tongue through her folds. She trembles in my arms, collapsing onto the bed, as she silently asks for more when she tilts her pelvis up toward me.
I take my time with her, learning every inch of her and listening to all the sounds she makes that tell me what she likes.
When I brush my finger along her entrance, her body starts to quiver again, and I use my tongue and finger to tease her opening.
She’s close, judging by the way her breathing changes.
So when I slowly enter her and curl my finger up to brush over the bundle of nerves, it doesn’t take much to set her off.
I don’t stop when she cries out, or when she claps her thighs against the side of my head, her fingers gripping and tugging painfully on my hair.
I don’t stop as she continues to grind her pussy over my mouth, either, loving the way she chants my name over and over.
I let her ride it out until her body softens and relaxes into the bed. Her eyes are closed, and a soft smile spreads across her face.
When she starts to come down, I climb onto the bed next to her, shedding my pants and underwear in the process. She rolls toward me and takes me by surprise when she throws her leg over me, until she’s straddling my lap.
“Do you have a condom?” she whispers.
I nod. I at least had half a mind to set my wallet on the nightstand beside the bed. I reach for it, and she takes the condom from me.
I’m surprised for a moment as she slides down my legs and opens the wrapper. She looks up at me, like she wants to do it, but she’s waiting for instruction.
“Like this.” I show her, positioning it at the tip and slowly rolling it over the head just enough to show her what to do.
She takes over from there, rolling it down my hard length before climbing over me. I’m propped against the pillows, sitting up enough to face her as she grips my shoulders to steady herself. She reaches her other hand around to position me at her entrance.
She’s wet and warm, and I roll my eyes shut on a groan, before forcing them open, wanting to watch her take me into her tight heat.
“Oh my—” She cuts herself off, taking me slowly.
I grip her hips, not to guide her, but more out of necessity. When she drops into my lap, I slide my arms around her and pull her toward me, until not an inch separates us.
“God, you feel so fucking good,” I groan.
She nods subtly, leaning onto her elbows over me. Her lips hover above mine. I lift my hips to thrust up into her, and she rolls her eyes closed.
“Oh fuck, just like that. Don’t stop.”
And I don’t. I plant my feet on the bed and thrust my hips, thankful for all my years in hockey having prepared me for this.
I would spend all day here if I could.
Brinley’s fingers slide into my hair, gripping the strands as her mouth crashes on mine. It’s frantic and messy, our foreheads pressing together as we chase our release.
I’m barreling close to the edge, though, and I want her with me when I do.
With my arms still around her, I sit us both up and shift my hand between us to brush over her clit. The move causes her to clench around me, and I suck in a sharp breath.
“There we go, baby,” I growl. “You gonna come for me again like this?”
Her eyes turn hazy as she nods, adjusting her movements to grind, rocking just right over my fingers.
I suck her nipple into my mouth, and she drags her fingers into my hair, her nails scratching my scalp.
Her movements grow frantic, bucking against me wildly as I nip and bite her puckered skin. She buries her face into my neck, doing the same.
My name is muffled on her lips, intermixed with her pleading with me not to stop.
I grip her hips. “Fuck, you feel so good. I need you with me when I come,” I manage, my words breaking between heavy breaths.
It doesn’t take long after that. Not with how my fingers brush over her clit and the way she clenches around me.
When her whole body shudders, I grip her chin, forcing her to mine as I still, coming inside her.
I carefully lower us until I’m flat on my back, her still pressed against me. We stay like that for a while until she rolls off me, and I slip into the bathroom to clean up. She’s curled into a ball when I step out with a washcloth in my hand.
She raises her brow in confusion as I gently urge her to open her legs and help clean her up. Her cheeks heat as I toss the washcloth in the hamper and climb back into bed next to her.
I stay awake to watch her fall asleep, hearing her breathing even out.
She curls into me, one hand resting on my chest like she did the first night she fell asleep in my bed. Only this time, it’s no accident.
This time, sleep comes easily, knowing she’s safe and in my arms.