Chapter
Brynn
"Why do I like you like this?"
I looked at Rett, where he knelt above me, twining the rope around my wrist. He said it so low, that I wasn't sure if he meant for me to hear. I wasn't even sure if he knew he said it aloud.
"I don't know," I breathed as he knelt back to survey his handiwork. My wrist was firmly attached to the one of the posts on his four poster bed, and I gave a gentle tug and smiled up at him. "But I'm really glad you do," I said.
He exhaled sharply, brushing his hands down my side. As it always was, the ropes made me feel everything. I wiggled a little, bicycling my heels against his sheets, squirming, not because I was trying to get away, but because I was feeling so damn much.
"I shouldn't like seeing you like this," Rett said, in that same low voice. "But when you're like this, I want to worship you."
The way he was looking at me, I knew that was not hyperbole. It was the truth. His eyes were glazed, worshipful even, as he nudged my thighs wider. He sucked in his breath to see me open to him.
I never felt more beautiful in my life.
"Brynn," he said,
"Yes!" I gasped, as he brushed his fingernail lightly along my clit. "Yes."
He opened his mouth, as if he was ready to say something more, but whatever it was died on his lips when he bent to kiss my pussy.
I gasped, arching upward, immediately needing all of this. Whatever he could give me and more. Why did I like this? Why did he like this? I had no idea, but I knew, somehow that it had gone beyond liking. It had gone beyond wanting. I was spiraling headlong down into needing.
Needing him, needing this, needing to feel him, and needing to feel his ropes hold me tight. Needed to see his dark head bobbing, green eyes fixed in intense concentration as he devoured me. This was becoming as necessary as breathing.
He was becoming as necessary as breathing.
When he finally slipped his finger inside of me, curling it in, just the way I liked, I exploded upward, welcoming the shattering heat, the blinding pleasure. And when he rolled the condom onto his cock and I watched him slip inside of me, seeing the way his eyes widened when he saw where we were joined, I knew that I needed this too.
I needed him this way. With me.
"Brynn," he said again, voice rough and rasping.
"Yes?" I gasped as he began to thrust inside of me. "Fuck, I want it. I need it," I babbled. It felt so important to tell him what I'd just realized.
His eyes widened as he hovered over me, tilting his forehead to press it against mine in his favorite position. And mine too. The one where his eyes filled out my field of vision, drowning me in a sea of green. "Brynn," he said. "I need..."
"Yes."
"I need..."
"I know."
"No," he struggled, seeming to be frustrated. I opened my eyes wider, bending my head so that I pressed against him harder, arching my body so that we were completely entwined, every cell of my body straining towards him. "I feel that way too," I gasped.
"No, I need you."
He pulled back, screwing his face up, and just as I reached the shattering peak again, I heard those words explode out of him." Fuck," he gasped, reaching his pinnacle at the same time as me. "Fuck, Brynn, I love you."
I couldn’t say what sent me falling first — the blinding orgasm that nearly made me pass out, or the three small words he'd uttered just before it took me.
Had he actually said them? Or had I imagined them, conjuring the words — the actual meaning to all of this — out of my own roiling subconscious? Had he somehow read my mind? It wouldn't surprise me. Nothing about him surprised me anymore. In fact, I was fairly certain that there was nothing he couldn't do.
Including render me, Brynn Reese: Professional Babbler, completely speechless.
He pulled back, waiting for a moment. When I still stared at him, openmouthed, his lip curled up a little and he let out a deep breath. Then he brushed a kiss across my lips and set about loosening my ropes.
I watched him carefully as he worked above me, his brow knitted in concentration. The rope slid across my skin as he loosened the last knot and something inside of me slid with it. My wrist was free and suddenly with it, my tongue. "I love you too!" I burst out, shouting it much louder than made sense.
He looked down at me, shocked. Slowly, the realization slid across his face, like the colors across the sky before sunrise.
And then he broke out into the biggest, widest smile I had ever seen on him. "You do?"
"Yeah!" I exclaimed. Something brushed on my cheek and I reached up to touch it and my fingers came away wet. I had started crying somewhere in the past minute but I had no idea when. Or even why because I was so goddamned happy I could burst.
"Well," he said softly, looking down at my hands. He lifted my wrist to his lips and kissed the place the rope had marked. "Well," he said again, folding my hand to his chest. I let out a small exhale when I felt his heart beating there under his skin. "That makes me really happy."
I felt my lips twitch. That funny, formal way of his. How careful he always seemed to be. I used to make fun of him for it, but now? Now I knew the secret him, the wild savage version that thrilled me to the core. He was both parts, the Boy Scout and the animal and I loved them both, so when I opened my mouth it wasn't to tease him. It was to say, "It makes me happy too."