Chapter 19 #4
Because, truly, more than anything else, that was what Hallie wanted.
For Brynn to turn to her always. To lean on her in whatever way a person could depend on another.
And right now, it meant giving Brynn an orgasm that left her unable to think coherently.
That had been the thought that had driven Hallie to hastily remove the rest of Brynn’s clothing before she’d pushed her back on the bed.
And it had been as good as Hallie’d imagined, Brynn’s legs splayed wide, beckoning for Hallie to nestle herself between them.
That had been at least an hour ago, and Hallie couldn’t for the life of her remember how many orgasms she’d already had. Only that she’d given Brynn two and was doing everything in her power to make it a hat trick before she passed out from sheer exhaustion.
Brynn was straddling her, riding Hallie’s fingers like she was born to be fucked this way.
Her hips canted down, allowing Hallie to go deep in a way that made Brynn let out a sound between a cry and a moan every time it happened, when Hallie was lucky enough to hit that spot inside that lit Brynn up from the inside out.
Hallie loved that sound more than anything.
And she had made sure that being fucked this intensely was what Brynn wanted, the first time that it’d happened, when Hallie had only been thinking of how much she wanted Brynn and how she couldn’t keep her hands off of her.
Which had allowed her to learn something exhilarating about her girlfriend.
Brynn liked to be fucked hard, and Hallie had no qualms about giving the woman she loved exactly what she wanted.
So even as her wrist cramped and wetness dripped down her hand, she didn’t stop.
She couldn’t stop. All that she could think about was hearing the cries that Brynn let out whenever she came at Hallie’s hand or tongue.
Because they’d done that tonight, too. Hallie had pulled Brynn above her at one point, Brynn holding on to the headboard as Hallie had licked into her with abandon.
“Baby, fuck,” Hallie panted when Brynn arched her back, the angle allowing her to thrust even deeper. “You feel so good.” She didn’t know if she’d ever felt anything better than Brynn’s pussy clenching around her fingers.
“Don’t stop,” Brynn commanded, her hips starting to jerk erratically. “Don’t stop, Hallie. Please.”
And now that they’d done this a few times already, Hallie was learning what Brynn wanted. What she really wanted. Which was for Hallie to use not just her body, but her words, to make Brynn feel good.
“I won’t stop until you come all over my fingers,” Hallie promised, a thrill shooting to her own center as she worked into Brynn over and over again. Her fingers were trying to keep the off-tempo pace that Brynn was setting, her moans growing progressively louder.
“I’ve got you.” Hallie dug her free hand into Brynn’s hips, keeping them as connected as possible. She wanted to feel all of Brynn, as deeply as she could.
She felt it happen when she reached forward and sucked hard at Brynn’s nipple.
The clenching of her walls around Hallie’s fingers.
How Brynn’s entire body froze for a split second before her hips jerked so hard that Hallie had to flatten her palm against Brynn’s clit to accommodate the change in angle.
That only made Brynn come harder. She let out the moan that Hallie had been waiting for, which reverberated off the walls in the bedroom.
It was a siren’s song as far as Hallie was concerned, guiding her to the truest thing she’d ever experienced with another person.
Rubbing her palm against Brynn’s clit, Hallie shifted the hand that had been holding her hip around to Brynn’s back so that she could scratch lightly down her spine.
After she’d pumped into her, getting progressively slower with each thrust, she slid her soaked fingers out of Brynn.
The scent of sex permeated the room as Hallie lifted her fingers up and licked them one by one.
She was addicted to everything about fucking Brynn, and that had only become clearer as the night had worn on.
“Come here,” she coaxed, leaning back against the bed and pulling lazily at Brynn to come with her. Brynn complied with zero fight, falling into the crook of Hallie’s body, her head nestled against her shoulder.
Finally, after long, comfortable seconds of quiet, Brynn spoke into the room. “I cannot believe that’s what I’ve been missing,” she said with a laugh. “Or that I ever felt like I was broken.”
Hallie tried to temper the pride that welled up in her. Brynn was the most incredible woman that she’d ever met, and the idea that she thought the same about Hallie? Inconceivable.
Tilting her body slightly so that she could look at Brynn, she pushed her sweaty hair away from her face and ran her fingers along Brynn’s temples, like she loved to do. “You are perfect, Brynn. So perfect.”
“To you,” Brynn said contemplatively as she pouted her lips. Hallie found it incredibly endearing.
She shifted her hand down to wrap it around Brynn’s hip and pull them even closer to one another. “Well, I want you all to myself, so that works perfectly for me.”
They looked at one another then, sweaty and sleepy and more sated than Hallie had ever felt before. The overwhelming sensation of comfort and safety and love covered her like a blanket.
Which reminded Hallie, in some semi-functional part of her brain: “Let’s get under the covers before we fall asleep. You will not love me if I wake up freezing cold.”
“I’ll always keep you warm,” Brynn said seriously, even as she twisted her body to inch the covers lower.
They scooted and bumped into one another until the covers could be pulled over both of them, Brynn already burrowing into Hallie’s side like there was no place in the world she’d rather be.
As exhaustion finally overtook her, Hallie understood that feeling wholeheartedly, her body molding itself around Brynn’s just as intensely.