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With Brandi gone I was tempted every moment to simply throw my things together and leave on the next available flight home. But something always held me back. When I received my customary call from Theo a day after Brandi’s departure, I was tempted to break the news about my decision. I finally decided I owed it to him to tell him face to face.
I was returning to the hotel after a stroll round the scenic walking path through the resort, and went to get my key from the desk, the pretty receptionist’s words made me pause.
“Ms. Thorpe? You have a note here from Brian.”
My heart instantly lurched and my smile brightened. I managed to compose myself as I took the folded note and thanked the friendly brunette.
“He was in today?” I couldn’t help asking.
“Yes, just briefly. I told him you asked for him,” was her helpful reply.
“Thank you,” I said, smiling with a grateful nod.
I moved sedately to the elevator but once she was out of sight I peeled open the sheet of paper. I recognized Brian’s well-formed writing and for no reason my core melted. I read eagerly.
“I’m sorry I disappeared like that. A family emergency came up,” Brian wrote. “I’ll check on you this evening by eight. Can’t wait to see you. Brian.”
Brief as the note was it did impossible things to my mood. It felt like I floated around my room, my lips pressing to the note more than once, making me blush at my silliness.
Feeling foolish and yet crazy happy at the same time? It was a good feeling. I liked it. I read the words over and over and each time I felt a coil tighten more and more in my belly. I fell back against my pillows and didn’t bother wondering at my besotted attitude. If only Brandi could see me now I thought with a sudden burst of mirth.
The hours seemed to stretch forever until eight o’clock. At last, there came a knock on my door and I forgot all about how long I’d waited. I dived to answer it and felt immeasurably happy to find Brian standing there. I noticed in a flash that he seemed drawn and somewhat paler than normal. But none of that diminished from his boyish, gorgeous smile when I practically jumped into his arms, almost toppling us both.
“Whoa!” he chuckled as he steadied me, his hands resting warmly on my waist. “Glad to see you must have missed me.”
“Come in, come in!” I said and pulled him back inside with me, closing the door. I turned to him with worried eyes. “Obviously I got the note, Brian. You said something about a family emergency?”
He sighed. “Yeah, my Dad. He had a heart attack. But he’s okay now,” he added hurriedly when I gasped in dismay. “He knows he needs to take things easy from now on.”
I sat heavily on the bed, my hand tugging him to sit next to me as if I couldn’t bear to be apart from him.
“Thank God he’s alright,” I breathed. “When I saw your message, I wasn’t sure what to think.”
Brian cupped my face gently and turned it to his. My breathing hitched and I was struck by the overwhelming sense of moisture suddenly seeping between my thighs. He smiled, which launched an intense throbbing in my secret place. I had to blink rapidly and force oxygen into my lungs just so I wouldn’t miss his next words.
“There’s so much I wanted to say in that note,” he said huskily, “But I decided it could wait until I was looking in your beautiful eyes. The last few days have been insane, Lydia but the one thing that kept me on track was the thought of you.”
I lowered my lashes shyly beneath the searing heat of his gaze. “I...I thought about you too.”
“Couldn’t be as much as the way I thought about you,” he said grinning, before lifting my palm to his lips and turning his face into the scented skin, inhaling deeply.
The mere sensuousness of his light caress made me shiver deep inside.
“I couldn’t get any rest, with you on my mind until late. I was worried you’d be gone before I got back and had the chance to talk.”
I let out a soft laugh. “I almost did leave. But I just couldn’t,” I confessed. “I don’t know how you did what you did to me. I almost feel like I must have been bewitched. There’s this hold you have on everything I do. I used to think I knew exactly what I wanted from life. Now all I want is for us to get carried away. Let’s not even think about it first. All that matters is that it feels real.”
“Yes. So real,” Brian said on a half groan as his head lowered and he kissed along my neckline, making me gasp. His body pressed up against mine and I was caught off guard, falling back in bed as his welcome weight pushed on me. I instinctively wrapped my arms around his neck, unable to hide the melting seduction from my gaze as I looked up at him.
“Just being this close to you,” Brian began, then shook his head as if to ward off pain. “I can’t wait for you to find out everything about me, Lydia. And I want to learn everything about you. What makes you happy.”
“Right now, it’s simply to have this, with you. Your body on mine, your strong arms surrounding me,” I whispered. “You want me, don’t you Brian?”
I bit hard on my bottom lip, my last trace of fear quickly dissipating when Brian seized my mouth in a kiss and let his lips do the talking.
He placed his hand on my stomach, the touch gentle yet firm against my shirt, keeping me in place when I would have straightened up. I felt suddenly nervous with Brian looking at me like that, with an almost feral heat. My nipples hardened against the pads of my bra at the sensation of his fingertips brushing my skin as he began to slowly unbutton my shirt.
He leaned closer, kissed the swell of my cleavage. I was submerged in his deep blue eyes that had always seemed so filled with calm, yet now had grown dark, fierce. He wanted me strongly and I could feel his desire like a beating drum in my chest. I could smell the stimulating aroma of his unique scent blended in with his aftershave and it made me feel even more overpowered by him.
It felt like he knew exactly how to touch me. I held his gaze pleadingly, not sure what I was even begging for.
Brian paused and looked deep in my eyes. “You want me to stop?”
Christ, no. It should have been strange having another man touch me after so many months dating Theo, but it didn’t. My only concern was how every little thing about him affected me so much, even just the feathering of his breath along my earlobe.
“Don’t stop. Please,” I finally answered, and his eyes blazed almost tempestuously black.
In contrast, his touch was light as he stroked up the side of my breasts, skimming over the patterned lace. He cupped me and squeezed gently, bringing every nerve cell I had to life. I gasped out loud, back arching. His unbearably soft fondling had more impact than any rough, ravenous passion could have done.
Whatever storm raged in the air around us, Brian seemed to want me to know that he was in full control, that I could trust him to take utmost care with me.
Brian’s mouth came hot on mine, a melting kiss.
My breath quickened up again just as I felt Brian open up my folds, exposing my clit. His fingertips brushed the eager bud and I almost jumped. Oh God. Rushes of pleasure coursed through my whole pelvis, jarring my hips forward.
“You want more?”
“Yes,” I said, not really knowing what more lay in store. All I felt certain of was I’d love anything he’d do to her.
That was when I saw him slide down between my legs. Barely able to breathe I closed my eyes, which only enhanced the sensation of the warm tip of Brian’s tongue gliding into my entrance.
That first gentle lap almost had my mind shutting down from ecstasy. A few more gentle strokes of his tongue, all around, and I cried out his name. A deep groan sounded from the back of his throat in response, and it was enough to send my hips convulsing. His hands clamped down on them firmly, holding them apart.
Exposed and desperately aroused, I couldn’t hold back a sob. I heard his rumbling voice telling me how intoxicating I tasted, just as sweet as he’d imagined. I shuddered, my eyes peeling open and looking down. Brian’s eyes were fixed on my face which brought the heat up my neck to my temple, while his lips on my sex made the heat swell in my lower regions.
His large hands reached up to play with my breasts and I covered my hands over his, my hips thrusting urgently beneath his eating mouth.
“Oooooh.” A long moan tumbled from my lips. “Oh my God!”
I trembled beneath him, my legs opening wider. His tongue was so powerful, so warm as it pushed in and out of me. I was bathed in juices and he made me stream with even more speed and magnitude. When he suddenly shifted upwards to suck on my jutting clit, I unraveled in a mass of tremulous shrieks.
“Brian.”
As he toyed with my clit, his hands firmly stroked my breasts, pulling and twisting my nipples. Shards of sensation slashed me right to my tissues. My nipples hardened and began to ache with pleasure from his relentless manipulations. I fought the feeling that I was losing control but it was a futile battle.
Brian rolled my nipples around between his thumb and index finger, rubbing on them while watching my face intently for every swath of expression that crossed my features. Knowing he seemed to love watching me go wild from his devastating touch made me feel more wanton, more frantic with passion.
He played his tongue back and forth, back and forth over my clit and the bundle of nerves that comprised my pussy. One hand left my breasts, to join his teasing tongue at my core. His fingers stroked the damp, exposed slit, then played with the swollen outer lips.
I let a guttural moan escape my panting lips, the pleasure much too intense. My head was thrown back and a scream of bliss escaped me when Brian pushed one finger inside me.
Too much to bear...
“Brian!” I cried out his name over and over but he wouldn’t stop.
My eyes shut tight, I felt him push another finger inside to join the first, wrenching another shrill cry from my lips. I felt completely at his mercy as he began to stroke me deep inside, sawing his fingers and then pulling them out to run their slickened length over my vulva. Then he pushed in again, using slow, steady sweeps that formed a pounding rhythm. He chose that moment to press his thumb against my clit and I instantly lost all hold on reason.
I was finally vanquished by the bulky bombardment that was pleasure at Brian’s hands and lips. My body was on fire, hardly doused by Brian’s tongue, wet and fast, flicking against my clit insistently. There was only one outcome: my instantaneous combustion.
I came hot and hard against his mouth and fingers; out of control, spasm after spasm blasting through me in waves. I heard the distant sound of babbling and in a moment of clarity I realized that was me. My shattered fragments seemed to find their way back in form of my trembling frame.
Brian lifted slowly from the cleft between my thighs and I felt his lips ghost over my breast, my collarbone then close to my lips. I turned readily and met his tracing mouth with mine. I heard his groan as I hungrily dipped my tongue deep to taste more of myself inside the warm heat of his mouth. I felt one with him in that moment.
He didn’t seem in a rush, taking time to kiss me all over my face and neck until my shivers subsided to an infrequent twitch of muscle in my lower limbs. For long minutes we didn’t speak but our eyes kept communicating.
I didn’t think I’d ever get over that smoldering look he had, that turned those piercing eyes to blue flame. His hair was in perfect disarray around his impossibly handsome face. But he was still dressed.
I needed to see all of him.
There he lay up against the pillows, and it was too much to resist. I forgot about my habitual shyness, hands reaching for his clothes. His brows arched questioningly as I sat up on my side.
“Let me touch you,” I explained, my eyes seeming to ask him if he thought he could get away with tossing me off a cliff of pleasure and not expect payback.
A half-smile crossed his lips, only to fade as for every inch of his body I uncovered, I bathed it in wet, hot kisses. I felt his massive shudder and daren’t let myself chicken out. I could only act on intuition, imagining he’d like to be licked here, or nibbled there. My teeth gently found his nipple once I’d helped tug his shirt over his head. Once my mouth grazed over that small, sensitive dark pink nub, Brian groaned and fisted his hand in my hair.
I looked up at him and was seared by the agonized desire on his face. Now he knew how I’d felt. Beyond bold now, I played with his nipples for endless moments more. My hand reached down his powerfully cut abs until I brushed over the rigid length of him. A liquid heat rushed down my inner thighs at the evidence of his utter masculinity. I grabbed him, stroking him through his jeans. The way he responded to my merest touch had my pussy drenching itself once more.
Draping myself over him, I let my breasts swing forward to scrape his torso. The tingling that ensued almost capsized us both.
“Fuck, Lydia,” Brian swore, his jaw grinding.
I licked on my lips and smiled, glad to see him lose that much control. And I was intent that before the night was through, I’d make him lose far much more.
Once I had him naked beneath me, I couldn’t help but take several moments to stare. All of him was rock hard and beautiful. Particularly where he was throbbing and rearing in need of me. I grasped him in both hands and he seemed to dwarf my small hands. His cock seemed like an entity unto itself, thick and long and so hard.
“Do you want my mouth on your cock?” I asked, voice breathless from awe and lust.
“Desperately,” he groaned.
I had no cause for doubting his response, not with his shaft and broad crown almost purple from the swell of blood vessels running the length of him. Smiling delightedly, I crawled in between his legs. The room had grown slightly cool, but I felt sure my warm mouth would provide a delicious contrast.
My movements were slow, yet determined. It wouldn’t do to rush this; not when every piece of Brian’s bare skin deserved to be relished.
I started off with teasing licks around his cockhead and length, not yet closing my lips around him while still never drawing away. My tongue danced and flattened on him, tasting his manly drips that beaded from his tip. I mewled at his delicious flavor, hungry for more. My eyes sought his as I cupped his heavy, hot stem and sac. His pants of encouragement had my head reeling. I flattened my tongue against base and licked my way up to the crown.
Brian muttered something between my name and a curse.
My eyes twinkled with desire.
Done with teasing, I didn’t bother with anymore prepping but simply plunged my mouth down over Brian’s shaft. Engulfed in wetness and warmth, his cock seemed to swell and pound within my stretched lips.
Taking his cue from when he’d pleasured me earlier, I ensured that I stayed attentive to his facial expressions, his body language; his sounds of pleasure and torment. Many times I could feel him holding back from exploding inside my mouth and throat as I sucked him down, deep.
My head bobbed for several minutes in an unbroken tempo as I massaged his balls with my fingertips. I had no clue where I’d learned it all; I only knew it felt good, and that Brian had no complaints judging by his hands forking through my hair, urging and guiding.
The closer I pushed him to the edge the harder he fought for control – which made me all the more determined to bolster my efforts. I almost wanted to smile when finally, Brian seemed incapable of resisting the magnetic force of my lips, wrapping tight around him; my head, bobbing low until I stretched wide, taking all of him – down to the hilt.
“Aaaaaah fuck! Lydia!”
Brian’s hips thrust forward the same instant I felt him flood my throat.
I drank him down, glad he hadn’t thought to try and pull out but gave me every warm, salty-sweet drop. I swallowed and swallowed, my throat muscles milking him.
Humming appreciatively, I licked him clean and kissed my way back up his gorgeous trunk to rest my body atop his heaving chest. His arms closed around me and he hoisted me up and caught my lips in a kiss of possessive passion.
I couldn’t think past this moment; didn’t need to. I only knew I’d count the hours until Brian could be mine completely, when he could claim me in the entirety.