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“You’re mine…” I told her in a whisper, just inches from her face. “This pu**y is mine. All the time…whether it’s my fingers…or my tongue…or my cock.”
She flared her eyes at me as my fingers went to work. I took her mouth and buried my tongue as far as I could in tandem with what my fingers were doing between her thighs. Those gorgeous thighs spread open over my lap because I’d told her to do it.
I was so sexed out I’m sure I was too rough with her, but I couldn’t seem to rein it in. She didn’t protest, and if she had, I would’ve stopped. Every response, every sound and sigh, every undulation over my cock, told me that, in fact, she got off on it. Brynne liked me dominant when we f**ked and I loved her exactly how she was with me.
Holding her this way, with my arm down behind her ass, forcing her ever closer against me was something I had to do. I wanted her to understand that I couldn’t let her go again. I wouldn’t let her go.
I guess it was the need inside me to possess her. I’d needed the control during sex before, but not like this. Brynne did something to me I couldn’t even comprehend. Never before had I felt this way. Only with her.
I tugged her weight up off my hips. She got the idea and held herself suspended, enough for me to let go and to shove down the waist of my joggers. Not the easiest of tricks, but required if I wanted to be in her, and she seemed so on board with my plan. I held my c**k straight up and told her on a harsh breath, “Right here. And f**k me good.”
I think I might have actually got a tear or two in my eyes when she slid down on me and started to move. I know I wanted to. I felt my eyes water at the first touch of her cunt surrounding my c**k with all that slippery, lush heat, and during the wild ride as she bucked up and down, shagging me into oblivion. And then again when I blew my load inside her. I managed to pull another orgasm from her with my thumb rubbing her sweet spot, and cherished every whimper and sound she made as she reached her peak a moment later. She came hard all around me. My name on her lips as it happened was the best though. Ethan…
When she collapsed on top of me, my c**k was still in spasms, buried inside her deep, rocked by the convulsions as her inner muscles grabbed and pulled. I was certain I could stay inside her forever.
I held us together, never wanting to separate our bodies. We stayed out on the deck for a while. I just held her to me and rubbed up and down her spine with my fingertips. She nuzzled against my neck and chest, and felt very soft and warm despite it being night, and we were outside, and she was totally naked. I pulled the throw blanket off the other lounger and drew it around her.
For the first time I understood what people meant when they said they cried because they were so happy.
7
“Go ahead and pick out the one you like for today,” I told her. Brynne grinned from my wardrobe door and then disappeared back into it.
“Well, I love the purple ones, but I think today we’ll go with this one,” she announced as she emerged with a blue tie in her hand. She sauntered up to me and draped the silk around my neck. “It matches your eyes and I love the color of your eyes.”
I love when you say the word love in reference to anything about me.
I watched her expression as she worked on knotting my tie, biting just the corner of her luscious, bottom lip in concentration; loving her attentions and not loving the fact that she had obviously practiced on somebody else. She had stood right up against some other bloke and tied his tie for him. I knew it. I tried not to envision that it was morning when she performed this service for the cocksucker and that she’d not spent the previous night sucking said cocksucker’s cock. I was such a jealous bastard now. I’d never been jealous with any of the girls I’d dated before, but then again, Brynne was not just a girl to me. Brynne was the girl. My girl.
“I love that you’re here doing this for me,” I told her.
“I am too.” She smiled up at me for an instant before returning to the task at hand.
There was so much more I wanted to say but I didn’t. Pushing her never worked out, and I’d learned my lesson in that regard, but still it was hard to take things slow. I didn’t want slow with Brynne. I wanted fast and intense and all the time. Thank Christ I didn’t say that aloud.
“What’s your day look like, Miss Bennett?” I asked instead.
“I’m having a lunch meeting with colleagues from the university. Keep your fingers crossed for me. I have to start thinking about getting that work visa and there could be something in this for me. Like a conservancy appointment at a major London museum.” She finished my tie and patted it. “There. You look very spiffy in your blue tie, Mr. Blackstone.” She held her lips up to mine with her eyes closed.
I kissed her with just the tiniest peck on her puckered lips. She opened her eyes and narrowed them, looking a tad disappointed. “Expecting something more were you?” I loved teasing her and making her laugh.
She fronted like she didn’t care. “Meh,” she said with a shrug, “Your kisses are…passable I suppose. I can do without.”
I laughed at the expression on her face and tickled her in the side. “It’s a good thing you conserve paintings, my darling, because you can’t lie worth shit.”
She shrieked at the tickling and tried to get away.
I snaked my arms around her and hauled her against me. “No escape for you,” I muttered against her lips.
“What if I don’t want to escape?” she asked against mine.
“That works too,” I answered with real kiss. I went slow and thorough, enjoying this early morning moment together before we had to go to our jobs. She melted into me so sweetly I had to remember we both had work and there was no time to take her back to bed now. The nice part was that we would be here at the end of the day again, and I could make good on my very vivid imagination.
I got to kiss her goodbye a few more times before we went our separate ways: waiting at the lifts, in the parking garage up against the Rover, and when I dropped her off at the Rothvale. Such are the benefits of having somebody you want to be with so madly in your life. Again, I am a lucky, lucky man. At least I am smart enough to realize it.
I went through the front entrance today after parking because I wanted to buy every major US newspaper and have them scoured for any small thing. They’d be crammed with political mudslinging by now, but the full bore fight between candidates was a ways off yet. Presidential elections were held the beginning of November in the US, so five months more of publicity. I felt a pang of worry and pretty much ignored it. I could not fail in protecting her. I wouldn’t allow a failure.
She flared her eyes at me as my fingers went to work. I took her mouth and buried my tongue as far as I could in tandem with what my fingers were doing between her thighs. Those gorgeous thighs spread open over my lap because I’d told her to do it.
I was so sexed out I’m sure I was too rough with her, but I couldn’t seem to rein it in. She didn’t protest, and if she had, I would’ve stopped. Every response, every sound and sigh, every undulation over my cock, told me that, in fact, she got off on it. Brynne liked me dominant when we f**ked and I loved her exactly how she was with me.
Holding her this way, with my arm down behind her ass, forcing her ever closer against me was something I had to do. I wanted her to understand that I couldn’t let her go again. I wouldn’t let her go.
I guess it was the need inside me to possess her. I’d needed the control during sex before, but not like this. Brynne did something to me I couldn’t even comprehend. Never before had I felt this way. Only with her.
I tugged her weight up off my hips. She got the idea and held herself suspended, enough for me to let go and to shove down the waist of my joggers. Not the easiest of tricks, but required if I wanted to be in her, and she seemed so on board with my plan. I held my c**k straight up and told her on a harsh breath, “Right here. And f**k me good.”
I think I might have actually got a tear or two in my eyes when she slid down on me and started to move. I know I wanted to. I felt my eyes water at the first touch of her cunt surrounding my c**k with all that slippery, lush heat, and during the wild ride as she bucked up and down, shagging me into oblivion. And then again when I blew my load inside her. I managed to pull another orgasm from her with my thumb rubbing her sweet spot, and cherished every whimper and sound she made as she reached her peak a moment later. She came hard all around me. My name on her lips as it happened was the best though. Ethan…
When she collapsed on top of me, my c**k was still in spasms, buried inside her deep, rocked by the convulsions as her inner muscles grabbed and pulled. I was certain I could stay inside her forever.
I held us together, never wanting to separate our bodies. We stayed out on the deck for a while. I just held her to me and rubbed up and down her spine with my fingertips. She nuzzled against my neck and chest, and felt very soft and warm despite it being night, and we were outside, and she was totally naked. I pulled the throw blanket off the other lounger and drew it around her.
For the first time I understood what people meant when they said they cried because they were so happy.
7
“Go ahead and pick out the one you like for today,” I told her. Brynne grinned from my wardrobe door and then disappeared back into it.
“Well, I love the purple ones, but I think today we’ll go with this one,” she announced as she emerged with a blue tie in her hand. She sauntered up to me and draped the silk around my neck. “It matches your eyes and I love the color of your eyes.”
I love when you say the word love in reference to anything about me.
I watched her expression as she worked on knotting my tie, biting just the corner of her luscious, bottom lip in concentration; loving her attentions and not loving the fact that she had obviously practiced on somebody else. She had stood right up against some other bloke and tied his tie for him. I knew it. I tried not to envision that it was morning when she performed this service for the cocksucker and that she’d not spent the previous night sucking said cocksucker’s cock. I was such a jealous bastard now. I’d never been jealous with any of the girls I’d dated before, but then again, Brynne was not just a girl to me. Brynne was the girl. My girl.
“I love that you’re here doing this for me,” I told her.
“I am too.” She smiled up at me for an instant before returning to the task at hand.
There was so much more I wanted to say but I didn’t. Pushing her never worked out, and I’d learned my lesson in that regard, but still it was hard to take things slow. I didn’t want slow with Brynne. I wanted fast and intense and all the time. Thank Christ I didn’t say that aloud.
“What’s your day look like, Miss Bennett?” I asked instead.
“I’m having a lunch meeting with colleagues from the university. Keep your fingers crossed for me. I have to start thinking about getting that work visa and there could be something in this for me. Like a conservancy appointment at a major London museum.” She finished my tie and patted it. “There. You look very spiffy in your blue tie, Mr. Blackstone.” She held her lips up to mine with her eyes closed.
I kissed her with just the tiniest peck on her puckered lips. She opened her eyes and narrowed them, looking a tad disappointed. “Expecting something more were you?” I loved teasing her and making her laugh.
She fronted like she didn’t care. “Meh,” she said with a shrug, “Your kisses are…passable I suppose. I can do without.”
I laughed at the expression on her face and tickled her in the side. “It’s a good thing you conserve paintings, my darling, because you can’t lie worth shit.”
She shrieked at the tickling and tried to get away.
I snaked my arms around her and hauled her against me. “No escape for you,” I muttered against her lips.
“What if I don’t want to escape?” she asked against mine.
“That works too,” I answered with real kiss. I went slow and thorough, enjoying this early morning moment together before we had to go to our jobs. She melted into me so sweetly I had to remember we both had work and there was no time to take her back to bed now. The nice part was that we would be here at the end of the day again, and I could make good on my very vivid imagination.
I got to kiss her goodbye a few more times before we went our separate ways: waiting at the lifts, in the parking garage up against the Rover, and when I dropped her off at the Rothvale. Such are the benefits of having somebody you want to be with so madly in your life. Again, I am a lucky, lucky man. At least I am smart enough to realize it.
I went through the front entrance today after parking because I wanted to buy every major US newspaper and have them scoured for any small thing. They’d be crammed with political mudslinging by now, but the full bore fight between candidates was a ways off yet. Presidential elections were held the beginning of November in the US, so five months more of publicity. I felt a pang of worry and pretty much ignored it. I could not fail in protecting her. I wouldn’t allow a failure.
