Kellan
Brie curls peacefully into my side. Shock as well as amazement she is actually where she is, has me reluctant to move. Fuck. To breathe.
The absolute last thing I want is for her to leave me again. Ever. Sleeping apart was torturous, but not knowing if we were ever going to sleep together again made it far worse. Worse than when she left me on the jet. Worse than those few weeks apart. The pain I felt from her absence was different. Stronger. More agonizing. Had my uncle Trenton not kept me busy with the wedding gift he bestowed upon us, keeping my mind occupied between groveling messages could’ve been even more miserable than it was.
Her face nuzzles my bare abs, and I have to will my cock not to make an appearance.
You know damn well I want make up sex, but I don’t deserve it. Not one bit. Especially considering the fact we haven’t discussed the topic of us at all. After we cried together in the hospital hallway, we pushed through our tears, packed all of Amelia’s things, and took them to her parents. Her older sister begged for us to stay for dinner. To tell us our favorite things about Amelia. Her parents agreed, hoping the process would be a bit of closure to their living child and a bit to us. Spending hours reminiscing on a young life lost so early hit me in a way I wasn’t expecting. You know, growing up with a mother who constantly took us to visit children going through these things, we were raised to know death was always looming. I knew back then there was a probability each time I went along that they would not be there the next time. But Amelia’s unexpected death was more personal than any of the other’s had ever been. We spent hours together. She had hopes. She had dreams. She had an entire future she was planning. She was attached to me more than anyone else her age has ever been. And she was attached to Brie. Maybe that’s where the added grief is growing from. Knowing the impact the loss is having on her…By the time we returned home we were both too exhausted to do anything other than snuggle to slumber.
I brush the hair off her cheek as her eyes start to flutter open. Playfully, I say, “You’ve created a lake in my belly button.”
Brie yawns and props her chin onto my stomach. “Liar. I don’t drool. You do.”
“No. I snore.”
“And fart.”
Her teasing addition tugs the corner of my lip upward. “And you drool like a leaky faucet in a rundown apartment.”
She glares at the comment. I offer her her glasses and my smile expands the moment they’re on. Her eyes are still glossy. Her wavy hair is out of control. Her curvy brown body is barely being covered by the sheet.
This is what I’m hoping I’m blessed to continue to wake up to the rest of my life. This is what I’m hoping is my present and future instead of just one more memory to keep me warm when she’s permanently gone.
A sharp pain pounds throughout my body. I push away my lingering doubts. “Did you sleep well?”
Brie pulls herself completely upward, clutching the blanket to her chest. “Better than I have in days. You?”
I sheepishly confess, “I barely slept at all.”
Her eyebrows furrow. “Why not?”
“Because I feared if I closed my eyes, you wouldn’t be there when I opened them.”
Sounds like a line, but it’s the God’s honest truth.
She lets her shoulders fall and face tilt. “I wouldn’t sneak out in the middle of the night, Kellan. I’m not you after a hit it and quit.”
“I never snuck out,” I clarify. “They were politely hinted at to leave the next morning.”
“So much better,” she sarcastically states before snickering.
“It is!”
Brie laughs again, this time louder, with more energy. With more love.
Geez, how the hell can I live without that sound?
My hand twitches in desire to reach out for her. To hold her. To touch her in ways a husband should. “Would you like some hot chocolate? I was going to step out to get you some earlier, but…you looked so…relaxed on my chest, I did not want to disturb you.”
She gives me a kind smile and inches closer. “I’m okay…Thanks though.”
“You sure?” I maintain my distance. “It’s not a problem.”
“Kellan-”
“Anything you need is never a problem,” my mouth begins to run away without giving my thoughts time to get in the precise order. “Anything, Love. Anything you need or want. Anything I can give you is yours.”
“Kellan-”
“Just name it and it’s yours. Or wherever you want me, just tell me and I’ll be there. It doesn’t matter if it is 1 in the morning or 1 in the afternoon. I will be there for you if you let me. I will never make this mistake again. I will never-”
“Stop,” she bites aggravation apparent.
My speech does as it’s told.
Okay. Not the best start I imagine.
“You can’t promise me something like that will never happen again, Kellan.”
“I can-”
“You can’t,” she snips harder. “You have no idea what the future could throw at us. What would happen if I wanted you to go with me to the dentist, but all of a sudden Kristopher needs you because something happened to your father? Or the baby?”
The instinct to tell her it wouldn’t matter is strong yet I know it would be a lie to declare it.
She’s right. In an emergency situation, she would command I go. And I would want to be there if my family needed me and what she wanted was…less important. Come on. It’s the dentist…
“You need to stop making promises you can’t keep and more importantly realize where your priorities belong.”
“I know,” I quietly agree.
“I’m not some fucking doormat, Kellan! I’m not a lapdog who spends her entire life staring at the door, waiting for you to get home, so you can rub me and feed me! I am a person! Not a pet!” Her volume increases and I shrink. “I deserve to be treated like my feelings and opinions and desires matter. Like my time and my goals are just as important as yours. Like the stories I share are being heard, not ignored! Like you give a fuck about what’s going on with Keegan or Cliff or…Amel-” She stops the additional name yet the point is crystal clear. “I deserve the loyalty and support you swore to me the day you put these rings on my hand. And if that is something you honestly can no longer do, tell me now, so we can end this.”
My heart stops. “You want a divorce?”
“Of course I don’t want a divorce, you jackass!”
I let out a deep breath.
Anything she throws at me after this I can handle now that that’s not on the table.
“But if you’re not going to give me the love and respect I deserve, that I’ve earned, and I can’t feel like I can trust you, then there’s no need for us to continue in this relationship.” She pauses and gives her hair a ruffle as if collecting her thoughts. “Look, I know you’ve got a lot on your plate. Work wise. Royal responsibilities. Now you’re an uncle. But you’re also a husband and that should mean something too.”
“It does,” my strained voice argues. “It means more than any of the others. And I know it feels like I’m blowing hot air up your nose-”
“Ass.”
“What?”
“The phrase is hot air up your ass.”
“That sounds sexual…Almost enjoyable,” I counter.
Her face freezes in a mixture of humor and surprise.
She’s totally wrong about the phrase, but now is not the time to put her in her place.
“I want to be a good husband,” I declare. “I want to be the man I stood at the alter and promised I would be. I know things need to change. Hell, I’ve been spending the last four making some vital ones…but I know there isn’t a damn thing I can say to you to make you believe me. You said actions speak louder than words and it’s time I prove to you that you don’t have to second guess mine. However, before I do that, I owe you several apologies.”
“Kellan don’t-”
“Please.”
My imploring is met with a short nod.
“I am sorry for putting my career before you. I am sorry for not paying enough attention to yours. I am sorry for forcing you to endure late dinners at overpriced restaurants and painstakingly boring conversations. I am sorry for being tardy. Not mindful of your time as you are of mine. I am sorry for disrespecting our marriage by treating it like a hobby rather than a relationship. I am sorry for breaking your trust in me. For failing to be there not only when you need, but want me.” Her face melts and I bravely stretch out my hand to land on hers. “I am sorry for treating you unfairly. I am sorry for hitting your friend in the face. And most importantly, I am sorry for not being the man you agreed to marry…” After a long, sullen pause, I lift her hand to my lips and let my eyes fall shut. “I love you, Brie and one promise I can make, and will do anything to keep, is not taking you for granted again.”
When her thumb strokes my knuckles, I finally let our eyes connect again. “I love you too, Kellan.”
The weight on my shoulders plummets to the ground. “Even though I’m a royal asshole?”
“You’ve always been a royal asshole.”
Her playful retort is followed by my lips crushing hers. She sweetly sighs, parts them, and allows for my tongue to seize hers. While our tongues roll and duel for the right to control the increasingly aggressive kiss, I let my hands caress her skin, anxious to ravish every bit of her imaginable.
Our moment however is ceased by the sound of my alarm blaring.
I knew that was coming…
Abruptly, I pull back and admire her swollen lips. Her glazed gaze. Her uneven breathing.
Not sure I have ever hated my organization more than this very minute…
“Love,” I softly coo. “We need to go into the office.”
Her frown is instant. “What?”
“We need to go into the office.”
“We? What do you mean we?” Brie slides out of my grip. “And can’t it wait? We’re kinda in the middle of my favorite part of fighting.”
I smirk. “The part where I spend hours between your legs?”
She whimpers, bites her bottom lip, and nods.
The image rolls around in my mind causing me to groan.
Damn it. See what she did.
My alarm starts the secondary ringer for being ignored the first time. At that sound, I shake away the tempting thoughts and state, “We will have that, I swear. We can spend the rest of the day in bed or on the couch or on the patio-”
“No patio sex, Kellan!”
Eh, it was worth a shot.
“Wherever you want,” I cockily grin. “But we have a meeting at the office to receive my Uncle Trenton’s wedding present.”
Bemusement blankets her face. “Wait, we didn’t get a gift from him yet? We got married months ago.”
“Precisely.”
“Why is he just now wanting us to have it?”
“He possesses a very strange policy in regard to gifts.”
“Clearly.”
Another smile covers my face and I politely ask, “Will you please get dressed and accompany me to the office?”
Brie caves. “Fine. But now we are stopping for hot chocolate.”
“Of course.” She starts out of bed, which is when I add, “Will you please wear one of your dresses?”
Her head tilts at me sarcastically.
“There’s a purpose. I promise.”
With a roll of her eyes, she agrees again, “Okay. But that’s gonna cost you a doughnut and then a hamburger for lunch.”
“I expected nothing less.”
Brie hops out of bed and purposely saunters herself to the on-suite bathroom. My eyes fall to her tight, plump ass causing my cock to cry out in protest.
The sooner we get this over, the sooner she’s going to sit on my face…What? Too crass for you now? Come on. Surely you’ve reached that level of comfort with me…
Brie whirls her tongue around her finger one final time before fussing, “Stop picturing me naked.”
Is it wrong I thoroughly enjoy when she punishes me with her wardrobe? I mean, look at her. She always manages to find a way to balance the comfortable with the sexual. Her black dress with its slightly loose flowy sleeves, but steep v-cut neckline designed specifically to play peek a boo with her tits, screams comfort yet it’s sinfully short stopping location of her upper thigh, leaves me pining to slip my hands underneath to where she’s probably not wearing panties. Oh. And those red heels? Well... Some people have a red room of pain, she has a pair of red pumps. Trust me. Knowing what they look like in the air, over your shoulder, and how they feel when they’re cutting into your ass as you take her roughly, just seeing them on her makes you want to beg for mercy.
I lean back in my office chair and cock a grin. “I wasn’t picturing you naked.”
She dusts a crumb of her lap. “Oh, so that’s a sock you stuffed in your pants?”
A small groan greets her as I shift my growing stiffness. Sitting completely back up, I correct, “I wasn’t picturing you naked, love. I was picturing the process of getting you naked.”
“Not hearing a difference.”
“Well there is one.”
Brie folds her hands and leans forward with a mocking expression. “Oh I’m listening Professor Pervy.”
Have I mentioned I love having her playful nature back?
“Picturing the process of getting you naked requires much more involvement.”
“Uh-huh.”
“Like imaging where my hands go first. How they start on the sides of your outer thighs and slowly slide upwards, hitching your breath and breaking you out in goosebumps…” I pause and enjoy the heat building in her cheeks. “Or how one hand grips you by the hair while the other tugs at your sleeves to expose more places for me to drag my lips across…” Her eyes widen, which pushes me to provide one more example. “Then again, I could completely disregard the use of my hands and drag the material off your body with my teeth, gently scraping several highly sensitive areas such as your nipples…”
She lets her bottom lip escape to its favorite place.
The sight of her growing arousal adds to my own. I lean forward on the desk and question, “Shall I continue or have I proven my point?”
Brie leans back, crosses her legs, and clears her throat. “Uh…Um...Mmhm.”
Her inability to speak causes me to smirk. “I love making it hard for you to talk almost as much as I love making it impossible for you to walk.”
Her gag is followed promptly by an interruption.
“Oh, Kellan! I’m here! I’m here! Are you alright? Did Brie finally leave you? Is that why you insisted I meet you this morning? Do you need a friend to talk to?”
Grows classier by the minute…
“Nope,” Brie chirps on a sarcastic sigh. “Sorry. We’re still two idiots together in love.”
“Oh!” Felicity squeaks at my wife’s presence. “I didn’t realize you were here.”
“Obviously.”
“Glad to see he hasn’t chased you away yet.” Her poor back pedaling lowers my eyebrows in irritation. “Glad to see you two are working things out.”
Before Brie can make another snide retort, I motion a hand to the chair across from my desk. “Have a seat.”
She crosses the room and does as instructed. “What’s this meeting in regards to?”
“One moment.” I press one button on my laptop keyboard and the video chat link begins. Almost immediately, my uncle’s face appears on the screen. “Morning, Uncle Trenton.”
He lifts his pint glass to his lips. “Nephew.”
It’s never too early to start drinking when you live on the beach I suppose.
“I highly appreciate you joining us this morning.”
“Not a problem.”
After angling the screen to have him join the conversation, I divert my attention back to Felicity. “As you know, sometimes in business much like in the rest of our lives, things don’t work out. Unfortunately for you, this is one of those times.”
Her voice snips. “Pardon?”
“You are no longer part of Hannah’s Hope.”
“What?!” The two women shout together.
Haha. Probably the only time they’ve ever been on the same page.
“You can’t do that…”
“I can,” I correct and fold my hands. “Our contract states clearly that I have the final say no matter what the topic is, which includes your removal as long as you are reimbursed for every penny you have actually spent. And thanks to our amazing accounting team that you also required to work outrageous hours, I have a detailed documents with that exact information. The money was transferred to your account this morning, thanks to a generous wedding gift from my Uncle Trenton.”
“Hello!” He says cheerfully between sips.
“You were sent an e-copy of the documents and a hard copy is being delivered to your lawyer’s office as we speak.”
Her face begins to redden, and I fight the urge to smirk. “So that’s it? You’re just done with your biggest dream yet? I was your backer, without me there is no Hannah’s Hope.”
The vanity and venom in her voice causes my jaw to throb. “There was a Hannah’s Hope long before you walked back into my life and there will be a Hannah’s Hope for a lifetime after you walk out those doors today. Hannah’s Hope doesn’t need just monetary means to exist. It needs a foundation. Working appendages. A heartbeat. Most important, hope. Money can be found anywhere, Felicity. The rest? They’re the type of things that come from people with the same true vision as you. People who are there to support you ages before money is ever a factor.” My eyes cut Brie a glance to see her smiling softly. “But you’re right. You were my backer. However, my Uncle Trenton-”
“Hello!”
“-was generous enough to give us two wedding gifts. The second being an investor with a much better proposition than the one we had.”
She grits her teeth in a poor attempt to maintain her composure. “You’re making a terrible mistake.”
“No.” I lean forward and state fiercely, “I am correcting one.”
The room falls to a dead silence as Felicity debates on her next move.
She doesn’t have any. Trust me.
Finally, she tosses her hair over her shoulder and casually says, “I can fight this. I can take this to court and have Hannah’s Hope become completely mine. I can shut you out. I’m aware of what the contract says, but that’s not the only loophole in it. I can guarantee it. And at the very least, if I can’t take it, I can delay the progress by keeping your head spinning and your lawyers drowning in litigations for so long you or your new investor run bankrupt.”
I give her a moment to fully allow her attention to settle on me. Once I’m certain it has, I calmly reply, “Try me, Felicity, and you will learn in the harshest of ways that I am my father’s son.”
The comment sends her into a cower I predicted it would.
Most of being royal now may be a bunch of titles and bullshit, but there are cruel and unkind elements that prevent power from being taken. You’ve only seen a glimpse of what happens when you push a Kenningston a tiny bit too far. Take a moment to imagine the chaos and catastrophe that would happen if you tried to destroy something or someone we truly loved.
She stands to her feet and declares, “You’ll regret this, Kellan.”
“Not for a single moment.” I adjust my tie. “Please have your things removed from my wife’s new office by the end of the business day. If you do not have them out by then, I will have someone box and ship the items to a location of your choosing.”
Felicity rolls her eyes, shoves the chair out of her way, and huffs at Brie, “I hope you know dissolving this partnership is the second biggest mistake your husband’s ever made. The first being that he married you, of course.”
My hands curl tightly as I prepare to lose my temper.
Swiftly Brie retorts, “That’s kind of you to try to bestow that honor upon me, Felicity. But we both know his biggest mistake in life was ever being with you.” Felicity glares and my wife adds, “And anything you don’t remove from my office, I’m setting on fire and letting my kids at MINOH roast marshmallows over.” She cocks a fake grin. “Have a nice a day.”
The shrill sound that seeps from Felicity is almost frightening.
Pretty sure she could scare banshees.
Her dramatic exit, which includes a loud door slamming, is followed promptly by my wife throwing her hands into the air. “Best. Wedding. Gift. Ever!”
Helplessly, I chuckle and Uncle Trenton says, “I am quite the master if I do say so myself.”
Brie giddily giggles and says to him. “Thank you! For everything.”
The sincere look on his reminds me of the lecture he gave me earlier this week. His eyes glow with warmth and understanding. “It was a pleasure.”
All of a sudden, he breaks off a piece of his sandwich and offers it to the bird perched on the edge of his chair. I shake my head. “Are you actually sharing your breakfast with a seagull?”
“It’s Sammy!” He exclaims.
Brie tries to bite back her snicker.
“He loves when I’m up this early. We share a pint and an anchovy sandwich with cucumbers.” My wife gags, which makes him chuckle. “It’s delightful! You have to try it.”
“Nope.” She shakes her head. “You can give Sammy my portion.”
He lightly laughs again before stating, “Well I’m going to finish my drink and take a nap. You two enjoy your introduction meeting with the investor.”
Brie and I bid him a kind goodbye filled with additional expressions of gratitude.
The moment the screen is back to the background of our wedding photo, she snaps, “Why didn’t you tell me any of this sooner?!”
I state firmly, “Because I wanted to show you.”
Her brown eyes begin to radiate a glow that makes my heart swell. “You got rid of Felicity for me?”
“For us.” Leaning back in my seat, I continue, “She was toxic. For me. For this company. For our marriage. She was an obstacle, not an advantage.”
Hold your unnecessary agreement sounds and ‘I told you so’ please. While not the wisest idea my brother has ever had, it definitely was one that had benefits. It broke ground when I was having trouble imagining it ever would. It led me to a better position for the orphanage. It also brought my wife a friend she desperately needed, though we’re not going to talk about that quite yet.
“And this new investor?”
I give my watch a quick glance. “Should be buzzing in in approximately three minutes.”
“It’s not another ex-girlfriend, is it?”
“She wasn’t an ex-girlfriend. She was an ex-” The lift of her eyebrows prevents me from finishing what I was playfully going to retort. “No. It’s not.”
There’s a small lull before Brie questions, “Just to clarify…everything with you and Felicity is completely over? She’s…gone?”
“Unless she tries to take me to court, which if that’s the case then, she will be momentarily in our lives for a tad bit longer.”
“Just a tad?”
“I meant what I said to her, Love. My father may have become retouched with his friendlier, more enjoyable self, but do not ever mistake kindness for weakness, especially not with this family. And there are two very distinct things we will always break ourselves over to protect. What drives us and who loves us. Felicity made the mistake of messing with both and if she continues to, she will see a side of me she never imagined existed.”
To my surprise, her bottom lip slips between her teeth.
A cocky grin crawls onto mine. “Does that turn you on?”
She gives me a playful shrug. “Maybe…”
She can’t even let me have that one?
We exchange a small chortle seconds before the video chat link tries to connect.
I give the button a click revealing the face of my new partner. Politely, I greet, “Good morning.”
He offers me a smile. “It’s not quite morning on this side of the world yet, Kellan. But thank you.”
“Weston Wilcox, I would like to introduce you to my trusted business associate and wife, Brie Kenningston. Brie, this is Weston Wilcox, our new backer.”
She gives him a big, beautiful smile. “It’s nice to meet you.”
Thankfully, she doesn’t stare or seem put off by what I know from speaking to him he has come to dread about being introduced to new people.
I completely understand why. Sometimes people can judge you harshly simply by what they see and not who you are…
“It’s an honor to meet you,” he replies. “You’ll have to excuse the attire. It’s the middle of the night here and I was informed this was going to be brief.”
“And it is. I just want to formally introduce the both of you since my wife is an imperative part of Hannah’s Hope. I also wanted you to be aware, Wes, that the property paperwork will be in by next week and the court ruled we may resume digging on that site location in fourteen days, though I would like to take an additional two weeks, to reorganize.”
“Work schedules. Shipping schedules. Employees.”
“Yes and that time will also allow me to fulfill the other portion of our agreement.”
Brie swiftly chimes in, “Other portion?”
Wes decides to answer. “On agreement to backing the orphanage, completely, still leaving it of course within Kellan’s control, he had to agree to expand MINOH by three shelters here in the states. I’m requiring one to be near me to allow myself to check on it, but the others are up for discussion. I am also paying for the additions to be made and maintained, but am expecting their growth and development to closely resemble the one in Fayeweather, which has helped hundreds of homeless children. While I was fortunate enough to be older and left with assistance when my parents died, I know others are not as well off. Others need help. And like the ocean my wife is committed to protecting, I have found a similar passion to help those who are not always in a position to protect themselves.” He offers us a small smile. “Considering the fact I know absolutely nothing about running life outside of a specific expertise of alcohol, mergers and social selling, it seemed fitting to allow a professional to handle the situation. I want to invest in the future of tomorrow, which starts with the youth of today. Kellan’s program and his orphanage I believe will set an example. I hope to one day invest in an orphanage similar to Hannah’s Hope here in the states, but as every wise business man knows before you can even crawl, you must watch and learn from those who know the steps better than you.”
He’s a brilliant man, then again I don’t think he would’ve risen on the list of billionaires if he weren’t.
“Wes….” A voice calls from somewhere off screen.
“If we’re finished here, I should go. My wife doesn’t particularly love when I work in the middle of the night. Which reminds me, in the future, meetings when possible should be had after 8 a.m. my time.”
I nod my understanding. “Absolutely. Neither of our wives should have to suffer from our decision to work together.”
“Exactly.”
“You’ve got thirty seconds, and I start without you….”
The sexual implication causes Brie and I to stifle our chuckles, though Wes seems less than apologetic. “You’re married. You know what she’s implying. I do hope you understand why this meeting is over now.”
“Enjoy your night,” I declare swiftly. “We shall chat together tomorrow at a better time.”
He gives us both a curt nod and the screen returns once more to our wedding photo.
Immediately she states, “I like him.”
“Because he’s not Felicity?”
“Definitely a huge part of it, but I like him because he seems like this isn’t a game to him to win, but an actual difference he cares about making. Like you.”
I rise to my feet at the same time I say, “I completely agree. I believe this partnership will be a much better fit. We signed the official papers yesterday. It’s actually what I was doing when you texted.”
She watches me cross over to her in silence. When I drop down on the seat beside her she nervously asks, “Why was digging stopped?”
“Unusual human remains were found on site. And according to the laws in this country, it had to be stopped until status was declared. The judge ruled we can start again because of their age, but I decided it was be best to give us additional time to reprioritize and delegate the progression. As much as I want Hannah’s Hope up and running by the new year, I refuse to have it cost me my marriage. There are changes to be made and discussed. Potentially new employees to be hired to help. And before you ask, no I do not have to go to the states to help the new branches of MINOH launch. Ethan will be in charge of those, and he is very excited. We will need you to design a small handbook for art integration for all branches, if you’re willing. It is not only something that has made MINOH stand out, but has made an impact on the children. We want that to spread.”
The shock on her face floods my system with relief and excitement simultaneously. “I….I don’t know what to say.”
“You say yes and then you climb into my lap, so I can make you say yes to something else.”
My playful remark receives an elbow to the side. “I’m serious, Kellan.”
So am I…
“You want me to design a program for all the programs?”
“Something like what you’ve already done, but just on a slightly larger scale with a slightly larger budget. Wes has a feeling there will be other investors for MINOH behind him.”
“This is incredible!”
“What’s incredible, Love, is that you didn’t walk away from me when you should’ve.” She lets her face fall to the side at the same time she scoots closer. I gently help guide her into my lap like I wanted. “We will spend the next few weeks coming up with something that works for both of our careers as well as our marriage. No more divide and conquer. No more split decisions…” Our mouths gravitate towards one another and slightly brush. “Everything we do…we do together, Love.”
The declaration pushes her to join our lips. There’s a mutual exchanged moan followed swiftly by her arms winding around my neck. Nothing about our kiss is gentle. Our tongues brutally battle for the right to control the situation. With every twirl and tangle, determination to reaffirm to one another our undying love intensifies. My hands boorishly roam her body, groping, squeezing, and marking the territory I almost lost because of my reckless decisions. Each moan she graciously feeds me only makes me greedier for more. The need to replace the memories of my many mistakes with the pledge of a better tomorrow pumps throughout me so profusely it’s astonishing I make it as long as I do before I’m thrusting inside Brie’s pussy. She doesn’t resist. Doesn’t command to slow down. Doesn’t beg to cherish the moment. She lets herself succumb to the satisfaction. When her lips fumble free from mine, they stay parted to whisper salacious praises of pleasure. In a frenzied blitz of bites and sucks along her neck, I ruthlessly pump into her, rewriting our future. Her pussy grips harshly as if unsure whether or not to welcome the relentless action or banish it. Without warning, Brie rearranges herself to plant her heels firmly on the leather couch and begins brutishly bouncing on my cock. The change in depth and pace causes my nuts to clench in anticipation to come. My hands swiftly cup her ass to assist in the beautiful reclaiming of my passion as hers to deliver when she pleases. Seeing her so brazen, so assertive, has my dick swelling to the point of pain. She lets her head fall backwards and releases a deep lustful sigh my cock can’t handle.
My eyebrows pinch together while my body battles to restrain itself. “Fuck, Love. I’m gonna come…”
Her heaving chest bumps against mine and she whimpers, “Me too.”
Suddenly, her pussy submits first, milking my dick with such ferocity, my vision blurs and my head hits the back of the couch. My arms instantly wrap around her to keep her from her moving. From leaving. From ever even considering it. As we come down from our high together in a round of groans and sated sighs, I hold her tighter than I ever have before.
This is the true beginning of the next portion of our story together. The start we both want. That we were both expecting. That we both deserve…