Brynn

 

 

I think I came apart in less than a minute. Smith touched me in a way I've never been touched before, even by myself. I didn't stop him when his hand slid down my belly and he tapped me on each thigh. He wanted me to part my legs for him, so I did. I leaned back on the shower wall, grabbed hold of his shoulders and let him use his fingers to bring me to an orgasm.

Although, for the record, there should be a word that describes an orgasm that is better than the best.

A moregasm is what I'm going to call it and Smith Booth is the man who invented it.

"You're beautiful when you come, Brynn." He pulls me closer to him. We're in his bed now. He took me by the hand and brought me here after I came in the shower. I didn't think my legs would hold me up but they did.

I like that he thinks so. I have no idea what my face looks like when it happens. All I know is that if he hadn't been there to hold me up, I would have crashed to the shower floor in a puddle of pure mush.

I reach down to touch the tip of his cock. It's still hard. It's still just as large as it was when I first saw it in the shower. It has to be at least nine inches, thick and heavily veined. "Can I taste it?"

He pushes the sheet that's covering us both down revealing his erection. "I can't promise that I won't come as soon as your lips touch me, but I'm willing to risk it."

I haven't given more than a half dozen blowjobs total in my life. It's intimate. In many ways, to me, it feels more intimate than actual fucking. I want it though. I've been daydreaming about wrapping my lips around it since I saw it in the shower.

I scoot down the bed and press a soft kiss to his stomach before I wrap my hand around him. My fingers don't quite touch my thumb. Seeing that sends a jolt of heat to my core. I know it's going to burn when he's inside me. "I like it."

"You like it?" He chuckles. "Thank fuck because it's all I have to work with."

I look up at his face. He's so handsome, much more handsome than he was eight years ago. He's grown into himself. He's comfortable and content, and right now, he's all mine.

I lick the tip of his cock gently, savoring the salty taste of his flesh. It rocks in my hand, an angry signal that he's beyond the point of arousal. He's primed for a fuck. I am too, but I want this to last. I don't know what's going to happen tomorrow and if this is my only taste of him, I want to enjoy every second of this.

"Suck it, Petal. I need it."

I moan softly as I close my mouth over it and slide my lips down. I push back my body's urge to stop. I go past that. I feel him harden even more when the tip barely brushes the back of my throat.

"Goddammit," he grits out in a low, rough and sexy-as-sin tone. "If I blow this down your pretty little throat, forgive me, but it's too good. It's just too fucking good."

I suck harder, my head moving up and down with his hands tangled in my hair to guide me. His hips rock, my hands glide; the pace frantic and then relaxed and I when I hear the low growl from deep inside of him and sense his balls tighten, I firm my grip.

"This. Is. It." He tugs on my hair to pull me up, but I shake it off.

I won't move. I need this. I have to have it.

"Dammit, Brynn. For fuck's sake," he groans as he shoots his release and I take it all.

 

***

 

"You didn't think you would make it out of here without feeling my cock inside that tight pussy, did you?"

If this is a dream, please never let me wake up.

My eyes pop open and adjust to the minimal light in the room. I fell asleep after I blew him. I fucking fell asleep. Isn't the man the one who is supposed to lull himself into dreamland after he comes?

I roll over quickly until I'm facing him. His hair is mussed, the brush of whiskers covering his jaw are thicker than they were earlier and he's staring at me like he's going to eat me alive.

Not that I would complain about that. I've imagined his tongue on my pussy for years. I have no doubt that reality is going to trump every single one of those daydreams.

"You have to get up soon." I motion past his shoulder to the digital clock blinking a blue display of the time. It's after midnight now.

I didn't just take a nap. I fucking hibernated in his bed.

"I have to fuck you soon." He rips open a condom package that he pulled out of thin air.

I watch closely as he rolls onto his back and sheaths his thick cock. It's hard again. This man is a beast.

He taps my thigh with his fingers. "I want a taste. Get over here."

I've only ever been on my back when a man has eaten me out. I've never been on top.

"Please, Petal." He slicks his bottom lip with his tongue. "I'm dying here."

I scoot up until I'm straddling his stomach, his cock bouncing against my ass cheek. "You want to taste me?"

He runs his large hands over my thighs. "That's what I said."

I'm not going to argue with the man. Instead, I slide up his body until I'm hovering over his mouth. He yanks me down and grazes his tongue along the seam of my pussy.

I moan because it's just too fucking good to keep everything inside when it feels like this.

When he sucks on my clit, I bow my back and tense my thighs. He breathes against my flesh, the sensation pulling even more to the surface.  He groans and moans in concert with the noises issuing from my own body. I can't control the sounds I'm making because it feels too damn good to stop any of it.

It doesn't take long for me to feel that shiver race over my spine. It's the same sensation I felt earlier when his fingers were inside me.

I clench around his tongue as I feel the wave hit me with the force of a hurricane. I grab hold of the headboard, grinding down and onto his tongue, taking, using and making sure that he never forgets my taste.

He has me on my back before I can wrap my brain around what's happening. My legs move involuntarily as I ride out the crest of pleasure. He urges them apart with his own and before my climax has quieted, he pushes me into another with his cock as he buries himself inside of me in one single solid thrust.

I open my mouth to scream but there's nothing there. It's just air and then the scent of his skin surrounds me and I hear it. It's the sound of the hiss of my name as it comes off his lips.

"I'm going to…oh God, I'm going to…" my voice trails as I spit out the words, breathlessly, like a chant.

"Do it," his voice is a delicious combination of dark and rough. "Come again so I can fuck you the way I really want."

The promise of that sends me straight into an orgasm more intense than the two – or is it three- that I've already had tonight. I beat his shoulders with my fists, angry at him for making me feel this good and pissed as hell that he can take me to this place so fast that it doesn't last forever.

He slides his hand under my ass, dragging his palm along my skin until he raises my leg so my ankle rests on his shoulder. "I can't promise this won't hurt, Petal, but I need to be deeper. I want you to feel me for the next week."

"I'll feel you forever," I say softly as I tug him closer so I can kiss his mouth. "Use me, Smith. Make me feel it all."

He does. He fucks me hard, not once, but twice before I fall fast asleep again.