Chapter 2
My heart pounds in my chest, my feet stubbornly refusing to move. Or unable. I’m suddenly very weak in the knees at his invitation.
I take a few deep breaths and find the will to move before slowly following him up the stairs and into the bedroom. I find Bryce stripping, until he’s left in only a white T-shirt and his boxers. My eyebrows fly up, and I freeze in the doorway. He looks back at me, grinning while he tosses the clothing he’s removed into a laundry bag.
He stretches out on the bed, lying on his side, and pats the other side of the bed invitingly. Slowly, I join him, lying down to face him.
After a few minutes of staring lustfully at each other, Bryce reaches out and strokes my face gently. “I hope I didn’t offend you,” he murmurs. “I like your pace. But we’ve got all night. There’s no need to rush.”
I cock an eyebrow and kiss his finger as it slips by my mouth. “We do have all night,” I agree. “So fast or slow, I bet you that we could easily manage twice.” I kiss his fingers again as they pass. “Or maybe even three times.” Bryce laughs.
“That’s one way to go about it,” he allows.
“Now you have me curious about the other ways,” I reply. He grins and slides toward me.
“Oh, good, we’re to the showing part,” he responds. He reaches a hand out and runs it down my temple, the side of my face, his thumb grazing my lip gently, then down my neck. He lightly brushes his fingers along my collar bone and back, then continues running his hand down my chest, over my T-shirt, stopping at the peak of my nipple visible through my shirt. He circles and pinches it, causing a moan to escape me. He does it again, harder, until I moan louder. He brings his other hand up, pinching both nipples simultaneously until it’s a pleasurable pain that has me writhing and moaning. Seemingly satisfied, his leisurely stroking continues down my stomach, over my leggings, stopping on my hips.
He grips me tightly, pulling our bodies together. His lips meet mine for one hot second, his tongue doing a quick sweep of my mouth before he slides down me, his lips and nose grazing my nipples on the way. His head comes to rest at my hips, his hot breath mingling with the heat between my legs. He uses his lips and nose to caress at the spot while his hand roves over my backside, down my leg, and cups underneath my knee. He holds me there while he nuzzles me, breathing deeply of the scent of my wetness. I’m so turned on I can barely move as I watch him.
“You smell fucking amazing,” he groans. With his mouth still in contact with my body, his words reverberate through me in a way that makes me even wetter than I was before. As if he knows, he rubs two fingers along the seam of my leggings, sighing happily at the dampness he finds.
Slowly, he peels off my leggings and underwear. I’m so hot and wet, that when his tongue hits me it almost feels cool. Temperature aside, his slow, deliberate strokes send tremors through me. But unlike the previous night’s steady acceleration, Bryce continues his gentle, methodically unhurried exploration. It feels so amazing that I can’t even form words to ask him to go faster, harder. It’s pleasure unlike anything I’ve ever experienced before. Pleasure for the sheer sake of pleasure. Not to hurtle toward the finish, but just to revel in it. And I find I don’t want it to stop — but I do want to do the same to him.
“Bryce,” I manage to whisper. It works, and he stops, pulling back and resting on his haunches at the foot of the bed. I push myself upright, tugging off my shirt and bra in one solid movement. His mouth opens a fraction, his eyes fixed on my erect nipples. Remembering my mission, I lean forward and pull his shirt over his head, directing him with my hands to lay back on the bed. I tug his shorts off, his massive erection springing free. I groan with approval but focus through the lust screaming in my veins.
I kneel next to his head and he looks at me questioningly. “I want to do that to you,” I explain. “While you do that to me.”
“Oh, fuck yes,” he breathes, his pupils dilating massively. Smiling, I swing a leg over him, allowing him to pull me into position. He places my knees above his shoulders and pulls my hot, wet center back into range of his mouth. As soon as I feel the first lick, I take him in my mouth. He shudders beneath me as I slide him in as far as he’ll go. Keeping him there, I work my tongue over him as I grab his sack with my free hand and pull it toward his shaft, massaging both as I swirl my tongue firmly around him. I feel his tongue stop, so I ease back, moving from root to tip with a light grip and feathery swirls of my tongue. He resumes, and we both gently work each other simultaneously until the feeling of utter hedonistic, numbing pleasure seeps through me completely.
Deciding he’s been too quiet for my liking, I abandon my pursuit of simultaneous gratification and focus on taking him to a level where he’ll forget his own name. My feathery swirls accelerate quickly to deep suction, my light grip to a slick pump, working him into a hard, quivering frenzy. Predictably, his head drops back as the change registers, and he moans loudly.
“Shit,” he cries. “That’s … oh, god …” As he loses his words, I ease up and climb off of him. He springs up and knocks me over, his mouth consuming mine frantically.
When he breaks free for air, I can’t help laughing. “Sorry,” I chortle. “I know you wanted to go slow. I just couldn’t help myself.” He wipes at his chin, chuckling with me.
“Don’t apologize,” he replies. “That felt fantastic.” I run my hands over the well-developed muscles of his arms. He nuzzles his nose against mine. “How can I make you feel fantastic?”
I bite my lip. “Take me from behind,” I breathe, squirming to get enough room to roll over.
“Goddamn, baby, you know just what to say,” he groans. He rears back and reaches one arm under my hips and, with one pull, simultaneously rolls me over and raises my hips into the air like I’m a doll. As if I wasn’t immensely turned on before, all of my nerve endings come alive and I’m acutely aware of every square centimeter of our flesh touching as his knees open my legs and he runs his hand along my dripping core.
I feel his tip nudging at my opening and the sensation makes me clench in anticipation. He eases in slowly, and my body quickly responds, like it wants the deep, full feeling of him just as much as I do. And he doesn’t disappoint. Though I can’t feel his hips against my backside, so I know he’s not even fully in. I lift myself up so I’m on all fours, stretching myself out and buying him a little more room. It’s enough, and he slips in to the hilt, causing us both to moan appreciatively.
I look back at him, and the sight of his amazing, muscular frame behind me, his exquisite features set in a mask of pure bliss, and his manhood buried completely in me almost makes me come on the spot. Mastering myself, I reach an arm back to grasp his hand, to anchor us both for what comes next. He grips me back and takes the cue. His first thrust is painful, and not in the best way. But I don’t make a sound. On the second thrust, I start to acclimate to his sheer size. And by the third, the pain is but a welcome compliment to the pleasure of his massive member stimulating every sensitive spot I have. It’s not long before I want more.
I bite my lip and catch his eye. “Harder,” I beg, whimpering. He throws his head back for a moment, clearly unhinged by my plea. But he gets it together quickly and complies, ratcheting up the intensity of his thrusts. His eyes drop to my breasts, which are now shaking furiously under the force of our bodies colliding. The pure lust on his face drives me crazy. So, I beg him again. “Harder, baby, please.”
And this time, when he lets go, I have to turn away and use both arms to brace myself for the best fuck I’ve ever had. He slams furiously into me, and waves of pleasurable pain crash through me. It feels like only moments later when I feel the familiar tightening, each spearing thrust of his massive cock building to the ridiculously powerful climax that follows. He continues to thrust into me through the guttural screams that rip out of my throat and through my arms giving out. Through it all, he keeps my hips locked in his tight grip, riding me over wave after wave of incredible release that just keeps going and going. Finally, when I feel as if I’m about to black out from pleasure, he eases off slowly, sliding out so I can collapse onto the bed.
He lays down next to me and I look up at him. His cock is red and still alert, with no sign of his massive erection abating.
“You didn’t finish?” I ask incredulously. He shakes his head, sweaty and panting. Knowing that, plus the look of utter satisfaction on his face, and suddenly I have a second wind. I pull my shaking body up and climb over him, sliding him into me once more. He looks up at me, bewildered. But I ignore it and start riding him.
“You’re incredible,” he moans. I’d laugh, but I’m too focused on his pleasure now. I take his face in my hands and kiss him deeply, but it slows me down. So I let him go, moving his hands to my breasts. He kisses and strokes them as I return to grinding my hips over him.
I run my hands over his hair, relishing the feeling of his lips all over me as I ride him. I should be sore and spent, but instead I’m finding it just as pleasurable as he seems to be. I look down into his eyes. And I’ve never seen anyone look back at me the way he does. Like he sees me. Adores me. Would do anything to please me.
“God, I love you,” I breathe. He trembles underneath me, pushing to encourage my hips to go faster as he approaches climax. I pick up my speed. “I love you.” His breathing accelerates to a fever pitch. I brace my arms on him as I slam into him as hard and fast as I can. “I love you.” He bellows his release, and I feel him coming, warm and slippery, and it pushes me over the edge. I focus on continuing to ride him through our orgasms like he did me, and amazingly feel him continue to come inside me for far longer than should be possible.
As we both descend, I allow him to slide me onto the bed next to him. He holds me in his arms, placing light kisses on my lips, cheeks, and chin.
“You okay?” he asks. I look up at him in awe.
“Amazing,” I admit. “Though I might be walking funny tomorrow.” He grins.
“Ditto,” he agrees, and we both laugh. “Seriously, though, that was …”
“The best fuck ever?” I offer.
“That’s one way to put it,” he agrees. “Though I thought most women liked to call it ‘making love.’” I consider that for a moment.
“It was that too, I suppose,” I finally allow. “But I’ve always associated that phrase with tender, sweet sex. Which, if it wasn’t obvious, isn’t really my preference.”
“Just a good, proper fuck, then?” he asks huskily. Even the question causes me to tighten, despite recent activities.
“Even hearing you say it turns me on,” I admit, grinding up against him. He laughs.
“I never would have guessed,” he replies. “But I’m glad. It’s my preference too, but I don’t usually let go like that. I don’t want it to be painful.”
“It was, at first,” I acknowledge. “But that didn’t last long. And then it was amazing.” I bite my lip and shudder with pleasure. “I’ve never had an orgasm like that.”
He smiles, clearly pleased, and kisses my forehead. “Me neither,” he agrees. “But then, I don’t think I’ve ever lost myself in someone so completely for so long.” I look at him quizzically and roll my head back to look at the bedside clock.
“Holy shit, we were going at it for more than two hours?!” I exclaim. Bryce chuckles.
“Didn’t feel like that long, did it?” he asks, nuzzling my neck. “If we call it an early night we might be able to do it again in the morning.” His lips trace a path up to my ear, his breath simultaneously tickling and turning me on.
“I both can’t believe I have to wait that long and am worried I won’t be able to keep up with you,” I joke.
“Something tells me it’s me who will be keeping up with you,” he replies suggestively. “So tell me how far this goes. Rough play? Bondage?”
“Why, are you into those?” I ask him curiously.
He shrugs. “Not really, but if you are, I’m willing,” he replies. I laugh and kiss him gently.
“You are too much,” I murmur, looking up into his eyes. “No, I’m not really into those either. Just a good, deep fuck. And you have a distinct advantage on both counts. But I hope you’re ready to push the boundaries of just how deep and hard you can fuck me.” And I’m incredulous when I feel his cock twitch between us. I look down in shock. Bryce laughs.
“I think that was him accepting the challenge,” he offers. He stares at me for a minute. “I’m glad I didn’t know about this before. Or I wouldn’t have played it so cool all those months knowing I could be testing the limits of how hard a fuck I’d really enjoy, with the most amazing and gorgeous woman I’ve ever met.”
“Pillow talk,” I tease him accusingly. “Post-orgasmic exaggeration. But I’m glad things worked out too.”
Bryce levels a serious look at me. “I mean it,” he insists. “You know I’ve been crazy about you from the start.”
I can’t help but be self-conscious. It’s hard to believe someone like him would think that about someone like me. “You’re lucky I know how smart you are,” I tease, attempting to make light, “or I’d question your intelligence for that.” He shakes his head and huffs an unamused laugh.
“You don’t see yourself, Sera,” he replies seriously. “So I’m going to keep telling you until you believe me.” He hooks a finger under my chin, forcing me to look into his eyes. “Never forget how much I love you.”