Bry murmurs in his sleep before rolling over and pulling the covers under his chin, all the while leaving his back completely open for me to stare at.
He’s not overly muscular, but he can hold his own in the sexy as fuck department. He’s toned and tight everywhere it counts without being overly bulky, and it’s absolutely perfect.
Licking my lips I slowly move closer to him, unable to resist the temptation to run my fingers along his spine, making him shiver.
“Beautiful, what are you doing?” he asks and rolls over, bringing us face to face, our noses touching.
The moment I lift my eyes to meet his and I exhale, his mouth captures mine in a punishing kiss.
This isn’t tentative like it was in my room a few weeks ago, and it’s definitely not the sweet kisses we’ve shared since then. This kiss is filled with a primal need to prove our love and devotion.
Logic goes completely out the window the second his tongue seeks entrance to my mouth, and our tongues violently glide against one another in a fight to get even closer. It feels like he’s trying to devour me, and I am all the way here for it.
Bry’s hands wander down to my ass and squeeze, and I let out a moan that sounds nothing like me. I want him so badly.
This may be new to me, but I feel a heat building in my core that needs to be satisfied. I can feel my folds getting wetter with every touch, every sound, and every movement, and I moan into his mouth again as he rolls me over to hover above me. Never pulling his mouth from mine.
Settling between my thighs, I feel like this is where he was meant to be.
Laying with him, experiencing everything for the first time with him is everything in this moment. He’s been my rock since I got here, and to find out he’s been looking out for me all this time sets off a burning need in my body and mind.
On instinct, seeking a friction to appease the undeniable hunger I’m feeling, I lift my hips and thrust against him. He groans at the contact, pulling my hips closer to him so he’s grinding against my heated core.
I can feel the hard length of him rubbing against me, and I tamper a scream. Twisting my fingers in his messy hair at the same time he wraps my legs around his waist to get closer, we build a steady rhythm of rocking against one another.
The sound of our moans fill the room alongside our heavy breathing.
His hardness being so close to my entrance is making me feel lightheaded. I never imagined I could want someone like this. Like I would die if they didn’t touch me.
This feeling, this trust, it’s everything. I’ve never wanted anyone the way I want him.
“Touch me, Bry,” I beg, and he pulls my hair, forcing my chin higher so he can deepen the kiss.
The rhythm of his tongue matches the way our hips are moving against one another, creating a delicious friction that sends my body into overdrive.
Seeking the explosion that lies within reach, our movements become more frantic, and Bry pulls away to look into my eyes as he moves his hips faster.
He’s breathing heavy as he looks down at me with love. Desire is evident in his eyes, making me scream as I’m pushed over the edge, my entire body shattering apart in an explosion so intense I can’t breathe.
Behind my closed eyes, I see sparks of brilliant bright light as he continues moving against me, his boxers now soaked with my release as he thrusts harder and faster.
My clit is throbbing with an undeniable need to continue, to feel the heat again. I can’t get enough of Bry, and I know I need to make him cum.
I want to make him feel as good as he’s making me feel.
The moment he closes his eyes against the pleasure, I hook my leg around his and roll us over so I’m on top. The surprise doesn’t last long as my soaked panties sit settle on his thighs.
I reach my hand up the leg of boxers to run my palm along the length of him, making him shudder and thrust his hips into my hand.
It’s the hottest thing I have ever seen in my life, and I crave to make him shatter the way he did me. I don’t want to disappoint him.
“Tell me what you like, Bry,” I say a bit shyly. My voice a husky mixture that’s foreign to my ears.
He knows this is all new to me and on some level, however unrealistic it may be, my mind hopes this is new for him to. I want a lot of our firsts to be together. I just feel free and happy when I am with him.
“Shit. Fuck!” He keeps thrusting his hips running his velvety thick erection into my hand.
“Just keep….you feel so good…shit, I’m coming, Harleigh. Fuuuuucccckkkkkk.” He lets out a loud groan as hot warm liquid shoots into my hand and all over his boxers.
The look in his eyes is intoxicating as he meets my gaze. I pull my hand out to examine the sticky liquid. Still sitting on his thighs, I rub his release onto his boxers before giving him another heated kiss and flopping down beside him.
We lay there, vibrating and breathing hard for a moment before awareness dawns on us. That definitely just happened, and it was hot as hell.
I blush like a mad woman and look away shyly. I can’t believe I got so brazen. What if he thinks I’m a slut now? I need to make him understand.
“Brian, uh….I’ve never done anything like that before. I—I wanted you to know that. You just seem to bring something out in me. Please believe me.” I look at him, feeling the tears of fear trying to leak from my eyes.
He reaches over to me and runs his knuckles along my cheeks. “I believe you. I haven’t either, beautiful. I’m sorry I made a mess, it just felt so good. I didn’t know it could feel like that. It was more intense than when I’m the one doing it.” He looks embarrassed as he turns his eyes away and it’s so adorable, I can’t help but laugh.
“We are definitely a mess.” I grab his hand and make sure he’s looking at me before I continue. “I love how you make me feel, Bry. It’s everything. But we need to be careful. I’m not ready for, you know…yet.”
He nods, understanding exactly where my brain is at.
“Contrary to popular belief about the male population, we aren’t all looking for it. I’ve never desired someone like this before, beautiful. It’s only you.”
I take a sharp inhale as he smiles at me.
“So…” I want to ask without coming off as an idiot, but I feel there is no way around it, and I am a nosy bitch. I need to know. “You’re a virgin?”
