Chapter 19 #3
And then, she felt Brynn’s warm exhale against her clit.
Her whole body tensed. She existed in that liminal space, her abs clenched until finally, her breath came out in a rushed exhale when Brynn wrapped her lips around Hallie’s clit, and everything stopped.
She could feel her own heartbeat, thumping in her center and in her chest. Good luck to her limbs, which she was pretty sure weren’t attached to her body anymore.
When Brynn sucked and then dragged her tongue around the already sensitive bud, Hallie moaned. Loudly. “Yes. That.”
She could have survived for a solid thirty seconds, and given what Brynn was doing to her, she would have been proud of herself.
But then Brynn eased two fingers back inside as she continued to lick and suck on Hallie’s clit at varying intervals, quickly developing a rhythm that Hallie’s entire existence oriented itself around.
Her stomach had already bottomed out so hard that it was practically on the floor as the pressure continued to build and build. It was out of her control, like she was a marionette and Brynn was her master.
All that Hallie could think was that Brynn should string her up and spread her out because she was ready. Thigh-shakingly, clit-achingly ready for whatever Brynn wanted to do to her.
Which was, apparently, to make sounds. The most heady, stomach-clenching sounds, as Brynn continued to lick her with purpose.
Hallie used one of the hands that she’d had nestled in Brynn’s hair to push back against the door, as her hips started to rock with the motion of Brynn’s mouth.
Fuck, it was incredible how Brynn’s lips were devouring her.
Not to mention the breathy, wanton sounds Brynn was making as she fucked Hallie with her mouth.
She could barely think as Brynn continued to push into her with her fingers, filling her before drawing almost completely out, then thrust back in again, stretching Hallie’s walls deliciously wide.
She knew that her wetness must be coating Brynn’s fingers and lips, but it didn’t slow her down. If anything, Brynn was just starting to hit her stride when she hummed an, “Mm-hmm,” against Hallie’s clit that made sparks shoot outward, threading through her body.
There was no way that she could stave off her orgasm much longer. She couldn’t—
“Brynn,” she cried out as Brynn continued to unrelentingly circle her tongue around Hallie’s clit, hitting just the right spot with her fingers.
“I just want to be good for you.” Brynn paused so that she could say the words, looking up at Hallie. Her hair was mussed and her lips were wet and it was the most beautiful sight that Hallie had ever seen.
She had never been so worshipped. Had never felt so desired. But the loss of Brynn’s lips against her skin didn’t do anything to temper the out-of-control feeling that had overtaken her body.
The hand that was still around Brynn’s head pulled her closer, her hips begging for Brynn to come back to her. To finally—
“Fuck,” she screamed into the dim room as Brynn wrapped her lips around Hallie again, sucking and licking as she thrust her fingers into her as deeply as her body would allow, curving upward and hitting the spot that made her knees buckle.
“I’ve thought about you coming in my mouth,” she murmured around her clit.
And with those words, Hallie exploded. Waves of pleasure started to crash through her body, every molecule vibrating against one another. She was only heat, building and building. She coated Brynn’s hand in even more wetness as her orgasm crashed through her.
Brynn was there for her, like she always was, working Hallie through her orgasm. It was fucking perfect.
Their first time with Brynn touching her could have been a fumbling, awkward mess, and Hallie wouldn’t have cared. At the root of it all was how Hallie felt about her; no matter what she was doing, it was always better when Brynn was with her.
As the shocks of her orgasm finally started to fade, the feeling that had wrapped itself around her heart and started to squeeze came to the forefront.
It was so strong that with the little energy she had left, she was able to pull at Brynn’s wrist. Brynn removed herself from Hallie, who exhaled at the sensation of emptiness.
And then, with no other thought except the need to be encompassed by Brynn, she dropped to the floor, her limbs folding in on one another.
“You are so perfect,” she said, pulling Brynn toward her, their lips meeting in a messy, tangled kiss. Hallie could taste herself on Brynn, and she reveled in the connection.
She needed to touch Brynn everywhere. Her lips.
Her cheeks. Her neck. She ran her fingers through Brynn’s hair, which was now wild and untamed.
Finally, she wrapped her arms around Brynn, pulling her in close so that she could feel Brynn’s own erratic heartbeat.
She loved feeling it, the impact she had on Brynn, too.
“You are truly something else,” Hallie said before placing an open-mouthed kiss against her shoulder. Brynn’s arms encircled Hallie, who was grateful to be held up. She was starting to become aware of her limbs again, but they weren’t of much use.
When Hallie pulled back, she was met with an intense stare. Brynn was studying her like she was a gorgeous work of art, her brow furrowed and her plump bottom lip between her teeth.
Brynn cleared her throat, as even more color washed across her already pink cheeks. “That was good for you?” she asked, surprisingly uncertain, especially when you considered the sounds that Hallie had been making a minute ago.
And even if Hallie’s first instinct was to laugh because…
hadn’t they both just witnessed her mind-blowing orgasm?
But no. She smiled instead, running her fingers along Brynn’s temple.
“Baby, that was so fucking incredible. You are so incredible. I wouldn’t have spent so long at dinner if I’d have known that the minute we got home, you were going to fuck me against the door. ”
Brynn smiled, clearly pleased. Being the cause of that joy made Hallie’s heart swell, too. “It wasn’t my first plan,” Brynn said quietly, “but I just couldn’t wait.”
Another wave of heat rolled through Hallie, which was really unfair considering she still couldn’t stand.
Regardless of her own desire, she wasn’t going to fuck Brynn on the floor right now, no matter how badly she wanted to.
She wanted to see Brynn, stripped in her bed, spread open for Hallie to have her way with her.
“What was your first plan?” Hallie remembered to ask once she’d leashed the most persistent clawing in her stomach.
Now, Brynn was definitely blushing, which only encouraged Hallie further, as desire started to flare through her again.
“I want you, Brynn. I want to make you feel good, always,” she said, scratching up Brynn’s sides.
Because that’s what they did for one another. They made each other feel good. Sexually, emotionally, romantically, it didn’t matter. Whenever they were close, Hallie felt this lightness that eclipsed everything else. This feeling, for the first time in her life, like everything would be okay.
Hallie was about to tell her this, but then Brynn schooled her with a thoughtful, determined look that shook Hallie to her bones. “I couldn’t decide, so I made a whole list.”
Hallie wasn’t sure where it came from, but she found the willpower to stand up, her hand outstretched to pull Brynn up, too, who was in far too much clothing. The same could still be said for Hallie, who had a sort of Winnie-the-Pooh look going on right now.
She only let go of Brynn’s hand so that she could take off her shirt, her bra following quickly after.
And then she stood, completely naked, in front of the only person she felt like had ever seen all of her, clothed or not.
She was thrilled that Brynn wasted little time in coming closer so that their bodies were immediately flush.
They stood like that, with Hallie encircled in Brynn’s arms, the slight chill from the room—or maybe the arousal that had whirred to life again—pimpling her skin.
She was going to let out a petulant huff when Brynn pulled slightly back, but the sound died in her throat. Because Brynn lifted her hands, cupping Hallie’s breasts. They both groaned as Brynn’s fingers began to toy with her already hard nipples.
Arousal shot straight to Hallie’s center again, any need for a refractory period clearly done. “Was this on the list?” she questioned, focusing on taking deep, even breaths.
Brynn nodded, not taking her eyes off of Hallie. “Yes. And getting to watch your gorgeous face while you come, which I didn’t get to do just now.”
Hallie gulped in the last breath of air she’d probably get for a while. “We need to get to a bed. Now.”
If part of tonight was Brynn making up for lost time, then Hallie was more than happy to be her partner on this journey. After they’d had sex in the living room, she’d led Brynn to her bedroom, sure that they’d christen Brynn’s room at some point, too.
Slowly—at least, as slowly as she could go with her restless hands and the deep ache that had settled back between her legs—she’d undressed Brynn. She’d marveled as each new expanse of skin had become visible to her.
First, she’d taken off Brynn’s sweater. She’d gotten tastes of the gorgeous curves of Brynn’s shoulders and tops of her breasts before, but it had never been enough.
Her bra had quickly followed, and when Hallie had been greeted with dusky, perfect nipples, she hadn’t been able to stop herself from leaning forward and swirling her tongue around one, then the other.
Better than the touch itself was how Brynn’s thighs had started to shake, her hands bracing against Hallie’s shoulders. Hard. And Hallie had loved that, too. The solid feeling of Brynn as she’d given herself over to Hallie for support.