Chapter 26
Bryson
“Three diseases without shame: love, itch, thirst.”
~ Rowan O’Sullivan
As I moved my tongue up and down Kelsi’s slick slit, I was overwhelmed by just how much I loved the sweet, tangy taste of her. It was perfect, just like she was. And I couldn’t get enough.
The other thing I couldn’t get enough of was the way that her body bucked and writhed under my mouth and my hands. Even when she wasn’t coming, every muscle was in constant motion. I was the one that did that to her. I knew it, and it made me feel so good and so proud that I was practically bursting with it.
Shit, there was nothing that a woman could do to make a man feel more incredible than proud. It was true. Not love, not lust. Nothing. No emotion was as visceral to a man as pride, and that was something that I had felt around Kelsi from minute one, and it had never stopped. And it wasn’t only pride in her. That was easy. She was the most incredible, brave, resilient, selfless person I’d ever known. Just knowing her made me a better man. She made me the man that I always knew I could be. I felt pride in the way I was honest with her. I felt pride in the way that I at least tried to protect her. And yes, I felt pride in the pleasure that I gave her every time I touched her.
I slid fingers inside her as I worked her hard button with my tongue. I already knew her well enough to know that that was a surefire trigger to get her to burst. I loved the increased familiarity that was building every time we were together.
Before I even had touched her for the first time I knew her body instinctively because our souls were so connected. But I was quickly learning through experience all of the delicate ins and outs of her preferences. Her reactions.
As I explored every delicious inch of her skin from head to toe, I was loving her more and more with every passing minute we were together.
“Oh, yes, yes, yes…” she repeated as she arched her back.
I knew that was my cue. I pumped my fingers in and out faster and faster and flicked the hard tip of her pleasure nub with my stiff tongue again and again in perfect rhythm with my fingers. It worked. I’d barely even started those repetitious motions before a primal scream ripped from her and every muscle in her body tensed. Her fingers knotted into fists at the back of my hair.
She cried, “Oh right there! Bryson, yes!”
Fuck.
Was there any sound on earth sweeter than the sound of my name on her lips? I didn’t think so. And if anyone said there was I thought they’d be hard pressed to prove it. I slowed my pace but continued licking her as she came down from her powerful high. I wanted to bring her back down to earth as gently as possible. Hell, it was like every instinct I had was to cushion her or shelter her. To make everything as easy and as pleasant as I possibly could.
When she finally lifted her head and looked at me with clear eyes, she made a simple statement, plain and unmistakable, and it had me shooting to my feet and racing for my jeans so I could pull the condom out of my wallet.
“I want to feel you. All of you. Now.”
“And you said I was impatient and bossy,” I teased as I unwrapped the condom and rolled it down my shaft as quickly as I could.
When I turned around, I saw that she had a surprise for me. She was still on the barber chair where she had been sitting a moment ago, but she had changed position. She was now facing the mirrors, her knees planted on the seat of the chair instead of her butt. Her hands firmly grasping the neck rest. Her adorable little ass was lifted high in the air, and she was looking at me over her shoulder, a saucy expression on her face.
My cock twitched at the sight. Of course, it was hot seeing her on all fours. Ass in the air, exposed and spread open for me like that but, fuck, it was that expression. That sexy, naughty, take-me-now expression. It was the clincher. She was the sexiest woman on earth, and I was the luckiest bastard.
I gripped her hips firmly, my fingers digging into her supple flesh. I loved the way she felt in my hands, always so solid, yet so soft and feminine. I gave her ass a playful smack, and she laughed. It was the sweetest sound in the world. It sent tremors running through my body that had nothing to do with the physical pleasure I was feeling. They were all about the emotions I had about this woman, the bond I felt with her, and how damn special she was. All of that was there in her laugh, and it washed through me in that moment like a stream rushing through a meadow after a hard rainfall.
I wrapped my hand around my shaft and rubbed the tip up and down her slick wetness, getting ready to thrust inside. When I positioned myself at her opening, I gripped her hips again and plunged in with one hard thrust. As soon as I was buried inside her all the way down to the base, I was overwhelmed by the sensation of being completely enveloped by her tight, slick walls. They locked down on me like a vice, and I felt it in more than just my shaft.
That illusion of being totally enveloped within her spread through me. This felt like more than just sex. It felt like a total coming together. A melding of our bodies and our souls. Like we were one entity, melted into each other, totally impossible to tell where one of us stopped and the other one began.
Damn, this was what I wanted with her forever. I wasn’t gonna give up on it. I would make it happen. If it were within my power at all, I would make it happen. She meant too much to me. She was worth too much to just let her go without a helluva fight. I drew myself back and then plunged into her again. Her cries let me know that she felt our connection every bit as much as I did and that was encouraging.
I pulled back and thrust in again and then again, plunging in and out of her with an unstoppable rhythm. Deep in my gut, I felt a fire building, climbing higher and higher with every stroke. I knew she was feeling the same build up happening inside her. I could tell by the way her muscles moved under my hands. By the way her walls were squeezing me with greater and greater intensity. By the way her cries were becoming higher and thinner and ever more desperate.
I loved the fact that we were so on the same page every time we came together. I felt it was an undeniable sign we were in sync. We communicated without words so perfectly. How could it be anything but right? How could it be anything but destiny?
I leaned forward and ran my hands all over her body. Without my hands so firmly gripping her hips it was a little tougher to keep up the aggressive rhythm of my pounding thrusts, but I didn’t care. I had to touch her. I had to feel her silky skin under my palms. I had to cup her swinging breasts. Tweak her hard nipples. It wasn’t a conscious choice. It was just an urge I had to act on.
When I could feel myself getting close, I slid my hands down her belly. With one I gripped her hips again so I could maintain my solid rhythm while with the other I buried my fingers in her wet warmth and found her pleasure center where I rubbed small circles as I continued to pump in and out. I knew that was a key to her pleasure. A way to unlock her orgasm without fail and I wasn’t disappointed. My prediction came true almost immediately. She exploded all over my steely hardness.
I thrust in one last time and held it inside her as I continued to rub her in frantic circles to stoke her orgasm harder and higher. I didn’t let myself go; I held back. As much as I loved the two of us reaching our climaxes and experiencing them together, I wanted to do it a little differently this time. I wanted to be completely conscious and in my brain when she came unglued so that I could take in every small detail of her movements, her reactions, her noises. What it felt like, what it sounded like, what it looked like.
I wanted to absorb them, to memorize them. She was always beautiful but never more so than when I was giving her the ultimate pleasure. And I needed to take the time to enjoy that. When at last her climax came to a shuddering end and she collapsed, and her head lowered onto the headrest, her breath coming in shaky gasps, her muscles still trembling, the first thing she did was glance at me quickly over her shoulder and breathlessly ask, “Did you come?”
That was her. Always worried about other people. Always looking out for me. Even in her mind-blowing earth-shattering experience of exploding in orgasm, she had maintained some small corner of awareness. Enough to notice that I hadn’t climaxed with her.
“No,” I breathed. “I wanted to give you all of my attention. I wanted to make it amazing for you. I’m close though. It won’t take much.”
She looked at me fully over her shoulder then, grinning wickedly. “Good,” She said, and before I knew it, she had scrambled down from the chair, whipped the condom off of my dick with one quick movement, and engulfed me in her greedy mouth. She sucked and bobbed her head up and down, and it was fast, hard, and intense.
Barely thirty seconds went by before I knew I was cresting the peak of my own climax. I tried to push her away, but she wouldn’t be distracted from her mission. As the urgency built, I growled, “Kelsi, I’m gonna come.”
“Good.” She mumbled, her mouth still full of my dick.
“No, you don’t have to…” I rasped through clenched teeth.
A twinkle was in her eyes as she drew back just long enough to say, “Yeah I do,” before starting up the intense motion of her mouth as she sucked me again.
It was too much. I exploded right there in her mouth, and she took it all. Every drop. Swallowing me down with a commitment and a zest that I would never have imagined. It was so hot. Maybe the most erotic thing I’d ever experienced.
I could feel her hot mouth and her throat pulsing around me as I shot stream after stream into her and she swallowed it all up. When I finally emptied myself completely, she gently lapped up and down my still-pulsing member, swirling her tongue around and around the head lapping up every last drop that I had to offer. It was heaven.
When she was done, she stood up, and I wrapped my arms around her, and we just stood there in the empty and dim hair salon, completely naked, just holding each other in silence. Just simply standing still and feeling our hearts beat together in perfect time. There was no way that I could lose this. No way.