Chapter 16
Kelsi
“If luck should rain down on you, don’t open an umbrella because it’s too sunny.”
~ Rowan O’Sullivan
I’d had a lot of delectable things in my mouth over the course of my life, but nothing that I had ever wrapped my lips around in the past came quite close to matching the satisfaction I got from sucking, licking, and tasting Bryson.
I lost myself in the hypnotic rhythm of bobbing my head up and down. The friction of my tongue and lips against his shaft sent sparks of electricity from my mouth all the way through my body. Every time I felt his dick pulse against my tongue, I could feel an answering twitch in my nipples and deep in my core.
Even though none of my naughty bits were getting any direct stimulation, I had to say giving Bryson this blowjob was one of the absolute sexiest experiences of my entire life. I loved the freedom that came with focusing all of my attention on his pleasure without worrying about my own, and I definitely liked the empowerment I was getting from his visceral response to my actions.
I never wanted to stop, but Bryson had other ideas. He reached down and grabbed me under my arms and pulled me up and into his embrace with a suddenness that both surprised and exhilarated me.
Then, before I had a chance to think or enjoy that sensation, he had swept me up and off my feet and was carrying me into the front room the way a groom carries a bride over the threshold. Though the participants in that ritual weren’t usually quite as…exposed as we were in that moment.
When we reached the couch, he laid me down gently and smoothed my hair back away from my face. I noticed the way he made sure to center my head right at the softest part of the cushion. The way he lowered me down gently as if I were a rare, precious, and fragile treasure entrusted to his care.
A sensation washed through me that took me a minute to place because it was so unfamiliar. I’d never felt it before, but I’d dreamed of what it would be like. It was safety. Security. The warm assurance that there was someone out there who was looking out for me. Someone who was making me their priority and that that someone was more than capable of protecting me from whatever harm might come my way.
This was the first time in my life that I’d experienced that emotion.
Tears filled my eyes, and I quickly turned my head to hide them. I didn’t want to turn this into some big emotional moment but it shocked me how deeply affected I was. I felt truly deep down to the tips of my fingers and the ends of my toes safe.
But that thought flew straight out of my head when Bryson stood up and started rolling on a condom. Watching him take himself in his hands was a powerful aphrodisiac. It turned my brain into lust mode. I couldn’t hold a significant thought or feeling in my mind or heart for long. I took a breathless second to admire his chiseled form. Every muscle seemingly cut from stone. No wonder I felt so protected in his presence.
My eyes raked over his body from top to bottom and then back up again, and it was a delicious trip. I could feel myself getting wetter and wetter at each pit stop along that journey. His powerful hands inspired flashes of imagination about all the places and ways he was about to touch me. His luscious lips made me think of all the different ways he could kiss me. And of course, there was his massive erection.
When I looked at his sex standing out from his body so stiff and proud, I felt my inner walls tightening. I ached for him to be inside me. I couldn’t wait one second longer. I sat up on the couch and leaned forward reaching for him.
“Oh no, no, no,” he chuckled, stepping back out of my reach. “If you do that, this is all over. Lay down. Spread your legs for me. Don’t think and just feel.”
His instructions reduced me to a giant puddle of goo on the couch. They made me melt right away as if I were made of nothing more substantial than butter on a hot day in Texas.
I collapsed back into the cushions like my spine was made of magnets, and the couch was the ultimate refrigerator, drawing me down towards itself.
Bryson smiled at my immediate acquiescence, and I found myself unreasonably happy to have pleased him. Who was this guy? And more to the point, who was I whenever he was around?
Bryson lowered onto the couch and positioned his body between my legs as he pressed his lips to mine. The kiss was so gentle and tender that it took my breath away. Especially after the desperate kiss we shared in the kitchen. The contrast made it more affecting and special.
He trailed his fingers over my body and everywhere that his fingertips traveled, left a trail of electric sparks in its wake. As he touched more and more of my skin, I became nothing but a mass of tiny exploding fireworks. My muscles moved of their own volition, writhing and pulsing as our skin came into contact.
“God you’re so beautiful,” he breathed as he trailed hot wet kisses down my chest and then my belly. He scooted lower and pushed my knees farther apart, exposing my slick folds to him. He paused for a moment after spreading me open to take in the sight of what he’d just uncovered.
“God, you are so beautiful,” he rasped, echoing and emphasizing his sentiment of just a moment before, his tone making it clear that whatever he had felt as he had kissed his way down my body was now flooding through him two-fold.
Then, suddenly, his mouth was on me, enveloping me. His tongue ran up and down my slit, pausing to circle around the hard nub of pleasure at the top of my sex.
My back arched as I grabbed fistfuls of his hair. I pressed my hips upward so that I was crushed even tighter against his mouth and I moaned his name. Followed by a few expletives. His name again. What I wanted him to do to me. Any thought that crossed my mind in that moment, I moaned it. His mouth on my core removed the filter from my brain.
I didn’t know if he had been devouring me for a minute or an hour when I exploded all over his tongue. All I knew was that it was the most intense sensation that I had ever felt or could ever imagine feeling. I lost myself in a flash of white light that dissolved into sparkling fireflies behind my eyelids as I was carried along by the force of the orgasm.
I also didn’t know how long I stayed lost in that powerful crushing climax. Apparently making accurate judgments about time frames while Bryson was doing wicked things to my body wasn’t my best skill. But when I finally came out of it, all I could gasp was, “I want you inside me. I need you inside me. Bryson, please.”
“Way ahead of you,” he teased with a wink.
When I looked between our bodies, his swollen tip was at my entrance. He plunged into me, and my body came alive again, although the sensation had a different feeling this time. Less like an explosion and more like being carried down a rushing river. I wrapped my arms and my legs around him as tightly as I could without breaking the rhythm he’d established as he thrust in and out of me.
One urge and one urge only consumed me—get as close to Bryson as I possibly could and stay there.
The feeling of him filling me was so damn good. I wanted to do nothing else for the foreseeable future except lay here on this couch with Bryson thrusting in and out of me, while my fingertips explored every ridge and valley of the muscles everywhere on his body—over his shoulders, his back, his ass, his legs.
He was a gorgeous wilderness, and I was the explorer lucky enough to get to discover him, every last inch. I was consumed with gratitude and pleasure at the thought.
“It’s so good. You’re so good,” I breathed desperately.
“Yes, baby,” he whispered back in my ear. “That’s what I want. I want to be good for you.”
He continued whispering all the things he wanted in deliciously dirty detail, including making me come again. And that was exactly what I did. It was like his words gave me permission to flip a mental switch in my brain that released everything I had been holding on to.
My second orgasm swept through me with every bit as much power as the first, but it was also so different in crucial ways. Almost more like an avalanche of emotion, deeply felt and powerful, as opposed to a cascade of physical sensations. His own release caught up with him at the same time and he stiffened, thrusting into me once more with a powerful force.
When we both came down from our respective climaxes, panting hard, naked and sweaty, Bryson scooted me over a little bit so that he could settle into the couch next to me, his arms wrapped around me, my head on his shoulder.
I floated there for who knows how long, just enjoying the feel of his embrace, of the sweat cooling on our skin, of our hearts beating in time, and our breath slowing down together.
Finally, I felt Bryson’s lips press against my forehead in a little kiss and heard the amused tone of his teasing voice tell me, “You gave me one night, but this was just round one.”
One night. One night of feeling and not thinking. One night of benefits. I reminded myself. One night.