Chapter 21
Kelsi
“Better to be sparing at first than at last.”
~ Rowan O’Sullivan
“You were awfully quiet tonight,” Bryson commented as I unlocked the door and walked in ahead of him. I had to smile at his concerned face. It was so earnest.
“I was,” I agreed thoughtfully.
“Didn’t like the movie?”
“No. The movie was great. I was just thinking about tonight. I mean the fact that it’s our last night together.”
A half smile appeared on his lips. One that was half teasing and half sad. “It doesn’t have to be,” he countered.
“Milo comes home tomorrow, and this is our last one night,” I clarified with conviction. I saw his face flinch at my harsh tone and I knew that this wasn’t the way I wanted tonight to go. I took a deep breath. “I just don’t want to think anymore. I want you to make me forget everything except for how good you make me feel.”
“Well no pressure or anything,” he laughed.
“Oh no,” I teased back. “There’s actually tons of pressure. You should be feeling incredible pressure right now.”
He took a step closer to me, and his voice got softer and huskier as he stalked towards me. “You should know, I perform very well under pressure.”
“I’m sure you do. I have full confidence in you,” I smiled as he backed me up against the wall. I expected him to kiss me then. It seemed like the right moment. Like the natural next move.
But that wasn’t what happened. He raised his fingers to my face and ran his thumb oh so tenderly over my lips. His eyes drank in the contours of my countenance as if he’d never seen anything so lovely. The intensity of it, not to mention the pure sweetness of it, took my breath away.
“You are perfect,” he breathed. And there was reverence and awe in his tone.
I let out a rueful laugh. “Not quite.”
“You are,” he assured me, “to me, you are.”
I reached up and clasped his hand in mine, eager to get to the forgetting portion of the evening. “What do you say we take this into the bedroom?” I whispered.
Bryson leaned down and kissed me gently, then pulled back and said, “Lead the way.”
I did, and when I opened the door, I turned and said. “Wait there. I have a surprise.”
“A surprise? What is it?”
I chuckled. “People always ask that. If I told you then it wouldn’t be a surprise. Patience, buddy.” I wagged my brows as I closed the bathroom door behind me.
I’d left the little bra and panty set in the bathroom when I got ready because I knew that there was no way I could comfortably wear it under my regular clothes because little was the operative word. I stripped out of my clothes and folded them neatly and laid them on the counter. I pulled on the tiny bra and panties and slipped into the heels I’d unpacked to wear to the fundraiser.
I did a three-sixty in the mirror and sighed. Somehow, I felt more naked than when I was actually naked.
Oh well. I had to suck it up and have a little courage. I wanted tonight to be special. Not just good, but great. Not just great, in fact, but amazing. This was going to be the relic of Bryson that I would have to hold onto for many years to come—the one warm memory I could call up to warm me on cold nights when footie pajamas just weren’t cutting it. I had to make it a doozy.
After my small internal pep talk, I gave myself another long hard look in the mirror. My hands slid down my waist, and I checked my butt out one last time. Then, taking a deep breath, I opened the bathroom door and stepped out. Bryson was buck-naked on the bed looking happy to see me, or at least one part of him was. I took a couple of steps forward and then stopped and spun. When I returned to facing him, he was still staring at me with the same expression.
“Anything?” I intoned dryly. “No comments from the peanut gallery?”
“Holy shit,” he said, his voice a little awestruck. “That’s a fucking great surprise.”
I grinned and pointed to his stiff erection. “Back ’atcha.”
He glanced down at the direction my finger was pointing and then grinned back at me when he saw what I was referring to. “Baby, that’s my natural state whenever you are within a mile radius, that shouldn’t be a surprise at all.”
I felt myself blush. It wasn’t that I was embarrassed; it was a flush of excitement, of anticipation for what was to come. My mouth watered just thinking about his surprise and I licked my lips.
“Come here,” he growled.
“Yep. Bossy and impatient.” Even though I secretly loved it, I didn’t want to add to his already healthy ego. So instead of doing as he asked, I stayed where I was.
“Please,” he added with a cocky smirk.
“Since you asked so nicely,” I said lightly.
My inner walls clenched as I walked towards him as arousal whipped through me. When I reached the edge of the bed, he sat up and pulled me on top of him, my heels fell off in the process. My legs straddled him as my hair tumbled forward over my shoulders and I leaned forward letting our lips touch softly.
His hands trailed up the sides of my legs and my waist as our kiss deepened, causing a stirring deep in my belly. It was a physical sensation, yes, but also an emotional one. I felt connected to Bryson in a way that I’d never experienced before and would probably never again. If this was going to be the last time I could feel his touch, feel his kiss, feel him fill me up, I was going to give myself to it completely. I wasn’t going to hold anything back. Tonight was the night that I wanted to look back on and say that I left it all on the field, or the bed in this case. No regrets, just memories that would sustain me.
Bryson slid his hands smoothly up my back and unhooked my bra with one swift movement. I didn’t even care it was coming off so soon after I’d put it on. It had done its job and done it well. I let my arms go slack, allowing the straps to fall naturally down my arms. When it passed my fingertips, I tossed it across the room so that it could join my heels. Bryson’s hands returned to my waist, and he squeezed, tilting my hips causing me to lean back slightly. The new position pushed my breasts out like I was offering them to him.
His eyes locked on my chest. His gaze was intense and my nipples hardened under his attention. Emboldened by his stare, I brought my finger to my mouth, sucked the tip of my finger, coating it with saliva, and traced the outline of my nipple. His erection twitched between my legs, and his fingers dug into the flesh of my hips. I loved his reaction, so I repeated the same attention on my other breast. Once each one of them were wet, I brought both hands to my breasts and squeezed my rock-hard nubs between my thumbs and forefingers.
He started to lean forward, an animalistic look in his eyes like he was going to devour me, but I shook my head slightly and instructed, “No tongue. Just lips.”
His nostrils flared, but he followed my directions. He kissed first my left, then my right nipple, and I pushed my breasts up, feeding him my flesh. He sucked and kissed but did not use his tongue. His shaft pressed firmly against my sex, still covered in lace. My hips moved, spreading my arousal through the thin material onto his hardness.
When his kisses grew desperate, I breathed, “Now only your tongue.”
He groaned, and his tongue licked each nipple roughly. The sensation sent spirals of ecstasy spinning through me, but I wanted more.
“Now,” I panted, “your tongue and teeth.”
His dick pulsed heavily against my panty-covered sex as he nipped and bit my sensitive nipples.
He continued his sensual assault on my chest, following my instructions to a tee as I grinded against him, searching for a release that was just out my grasp. When my need reached fevered levels, I pleaded, “Make me come. Now.”
Not skipping a beat, he grabbed my arms and flipped me over onto my back pinning me down to the bed. I gasped in surprise.
As much as I loved giving him commands, there was nothing hotter than the way he took control. I absolutely couldn’t get enough of his take-charge attitude, both in and out of the bedroom. I knew, with him, if I wanted to take the reins I could, but I didn’t have to. He knew how to pleasure me. He knew exactly what my body needed. It was so incredible to lay back and have someone so strong and capable that I trusted take the lead. That was almost as erotic as all of the naughty things we were doing to each other.
He lowered his head to my chest and took each of my nipples in his mouth one by one. He used his tongue, lips, and teeth. He licked his tongue back and forth over the hard nubs as he sucked my flesh into his mouth and bit down on my nipples, drawing them out to an even harder and more sensitive state. Electric arousal zinged through my body at the movement of his hot wet tongue and the sensation of his bite. I arched my back to press myself even closer to him, to push my nipples even further into his mouth.
Then, without warning, he lifted up on his palms and trailed sweet wet kisses down the flat plane of my belly. He ran his fingertips up and down my sides as he did this, creating an avalanche of pleasure that crashed down on me in an unstoppable wave.
When he reached the top hem of my panties, he pulled them down over my legs in a swift movement. He kissed his way slowly back up my thighs, not hesitating for a moment when he reached my sex. He ran his tongue up my wet, silky seam and then enveloped me in his mouth, lavishing my sensitive folds with attention.
I had almost gotten used to the fact that with so many things that Bryson did to my body I would be so overcome with sensation that I couldn’t even think straight. Which is to say I had stopped expecting to be able to think straight at any rate. Not that it stopped being surprising.
When I felt this way, there was nothing left to do but let my instincts take over and control my body. My hands flew up and grasped fistfuls of the pillow case. I heard a low guttural groan and realized that it was coming from me.
“I’ve never felt anything this good,” I managed to get out between gasps. “The things your mouth can do to me…It’s obscene. You’re going to make me come…so hard.”
He lifted his head briefly just long enough to give me a cocky smile and say, “That’s the plan, ma’am.”
I laughed, a little out of breath. “Well, it’s a great plan.”
He slipped two fingers inside me, working them against my inner walls back and forth again and again as his mouth continued to suckle on my stiff pleasure bud. That was it. It was more than I could take. The double stimulation. The competing sensations coming so close together right on top of each other.
They drove me right over the edge. A silent cry tore from my throat as a powerful climax ripped through me. My inner walls clenched around Bryson’s fingers, clamping down like a steel vice. “Bryson,” I whimpered his name over and over. It was the only word that made any sense to my brain at that moment. It had quickly become the most important word in the English language to me.
Bryson.
One little word that encompassed everything that was right and good in the world. The only word that needed to be said to express my deepest pleasure.
I was still shuddering, lying still with my eyes closed when I heard Bryson’s voice whispering into my ear.
“Told you I worked well under pressure.”
I opened my eyes and turned to face him and ran my fingers through his thick, black hair. “It’s a good start,” I quipped with a small smile.
He laughed. “A good start?!”
“Yep.” I licked my lips. “Now, it’s your turn.”