Chapter 22
Bryson
“May you get all your wishes but one so you’ll always have something to strive for.”
~ Rowan O’Sullivan
Kissing Kelsi, touching her body, making her come. These were all things that felt so natural to me. Like breathing. But at the same time so incredibly special. Like being alive.
I wanted this night to be everything she wanted and more. I wanted to work hard to give her that kind of special encounter every single time we were together. That was one thing. But tonight stood out because it was, as she had pointed out, our last night before Milo came home from camp.
She wanted to make it a night to remember because she thought it was our last opportunity to be together. I knew better, and I planned on showing her. I respected her reasons for not giving us a chance, but she was wrong. It might take time, but I had faith there was no way she could walk away from this. From us.
Knowing that she felt so concretely that this was going to be our last time didn’t deter me. I had never been one to let a few little obstacles get in my way when things as basic as grit, determination, and tenacity could break down those walls.
Even if it was hard, it was worth it. Kelsi was worth it. She was more worth it than anything I’d ever worked for in my entire life. I hadn’t ever let circumstance get the better of me in any other situation, so why would I start now? Of course, none of these thoughts were so clearly articulated in my brain at that moment. They were just flashes of impulse. Little explosions of determination that went off inside my brain as Kelsi pushed my shoulders back and leaned over me, peppering kisses down my chest. Her soft and shiny hair tickled the skin of my torso as she moved her head inexorably downward.
When she got to my dick, her fingers wrapped around it and I watched as her lips closed around the head of my steel-hard flesh. I breathed out a desperate, “Oh fuck!” as her tongue swirled little circles around that sensitive skin. I felt it come alive in her hot, wet mouth. Ten thousand tingles erupted simultaneously under my skin, spreading out from that origin point to the rest of my body. I never wanted this to stop, us giving each other pleasure, each of us taking the other to heights of euphoria that we’d never been to. If I had any say in it, it would never have to.
With one hand she stroked up and down my shaft, and the other slid down to cup my balls while her mouth and tongue continued to work magic on my swollen head. The mix of sensations she was causing in me were like a volcanic explosion sending hot lava flowing through my body just under the skin.
She pulled her head back then and drew her palm up. She brought her hand to her mouth and coated her palm and fingers in thick, shiny saliva. I groaned as I watched her. She enveloped me with her mouth again and wrapped her now slick hand around my shaft, picking up right where she’d left off. Up and down. Up and down. Her hand was constantly either leading or following her lips in perfect time. As if they were one entity.
She was moving so quickly that it created the illusion that there was no part of my cock that at any time was not covered by her slick, pillowy wetness. She must’ve sensed when I was right on the verge of popping because she suddenly sat upright and removed both her mouth and her hand from me. She reached into her nightstand drawer and pulled out a condom, quickly unwrapping it and sliding it onto my pulsing shaft.
“Are you sure you’re ready?” I groaned.
She gave me a look that said everything that was on her mind without the need for words. Basically, she wondered if I was crazy. I chuckled, my voice hoarse from arousal as she swung one leg over my torso and planted both of her palms firmly on my chest. She hovered above me for a moment, positioning her opening over the head of my cock. When she was ready, she took one hand off my chest and moved it in between our bodies to grab a hold of my dick, keeping it steady as she lowered herself onto it. Watching the mechanics of this, the look of intense concentration on her face as she performed each movement was seriously hot.
When she’d buried me all the way down to the base, she closed her eyes and held herself there, completely still except for the pulsing squeezes of her inner muscles. I slid my hand slightly up her legs and then let them rest on her hips, squeezing gently in rhythm with her core.
She leaned forward and her hands smacked back down on my chest and she moaned with pleasure. We continued that subtle but intensely pleasurable ritual for a moment more until I slipped my hand between our bodies and slid my fingers down her flat belly until they came to rest between her legs. I found her pulsing pleasure center and started to rub it in gentle circles, never breaking the rhythm that we had established.
Her head dropped down, and she let out small whimpers at my touch. My dick jumped at the sound of those quiet, high-pitched noises. I loved hearing them. She was so tough, so in control, so impenetrable. But when she melted in my arms like this and made those vulnerable little noises, that was her showing me her soft underbelly. It made not only my protective instincts roar to life but also my libido. “Yes, please don’t stop,” she moaned.
“Like that?” I kept my speed the same but increased the pressure.
“Yes,” her nails dug into me, “it feels so good. It feels so good. I’m so close.”
“Let go.” I encouraged her in a hoarse whisper. “Come. I want you to come while you ride me.”
That was what it took to put her over the edge because as soon as the last syllable escaped my lips, I felt the uncontrollable trembling of her inner walls as they gripped me violently.
When her shivering spasms died down, she didn’t take any recovery time. Instead, she immediately leaned forward and braced herself against me again. Then raised her hips slightly so that she could get more leverage with her knees. She used it to move her hips up and down on me, riding me with a ferocity that I wouldn’t have even guessed she was capable of.
She grunted a little with each crashing thrust of her hips. I got just a little bit more turned on every time I heard the slapping sound of her ass hitting my legs. I moved my hands to her hips, thinking that I would grasp them and set the rhythm but then quickly realized that she had that well under control all on her own.
So, I let my hands continue their sliding journey upward until I had her beautiful bouncing tits cupped in my palms. I rolled her hard nipples between my thumb and forefinger. I loved the way those little hard pebbles felt under my forefingers. I loved it even more knowing the jolts of pleasure that my touch was sending through her every time I manipulated them.
When her already frantic pace increased even more, I smiled a little to myself and asked a question even though deep inside I suspected I already pretty much knew the answer. “Are you going to come again?” I gritted out.
“I don’t know,” she moaned. “Is that even possible?”
“Yes.” My own release was building, and I could barely speak, but I was able to growl, “Come. Come for me.”
Again, it was like my command was magic; like she was a genie and I was her master, and her body had to obey any directive I handed out. As soon as I spit out those words, she came apart all over my dick. Every muscle in her body squeezed and spasmed as strangled cries escaped her throat and a heated flush spread all over the landscape of her perfect, china doll skin. I held off my release, concentrating on seeing her through until the last earthquake of pleasure erupted in her.
Finally, she collapsed on top of me, “Okay, that was working well under pressure. You made me come so hard I’m seeing stars.”
My orgasm hit me then, and the strangest thought crossed my mind—I wish I weren’t wearing a condom. I wish we were making a baby.
Objectively I knew how crazy…nutty…insane the thought was. After all, I’d pretty much just met her. And she wasn’t even completely sold on me yet, although I had plans to change that.
But as out of left field as the thought may have been, I also recognized one other thing about it immediately and instinctively. It was true. I was all in with this girl. Commitment. Marriage. Family. The whole shebang. It may not have made sense, but it was a fact.
Kelsi snuggled closer to me, spent and breathless, and I wrapped my arms around her. She felt so perfect there, nestled in my arms. There was nothing about this moment that was not utterly right. She kissed up and down my neck and trailed her fingertips in little figure eights and circles over my chest as her breathing slowed and her skin cooled.
“I never would’ve thought someone could make me come three times,” she said, a tinge of awe in her voice.
I squeezed her tighter, holding her to me as if I would never let her go. “And if I have anything to say about it, no one else ever will,” I said protectively.
She smiled up at me, touched my cheek gently. There was tenderness there in her fingers, and I saw that same tenderness behind her eyes. It made my heart melt. I had the distinct impression she was going to say something like, I’d like that, or at least a little teasing remark like, hey keep playing your cards right, and there’s a good chance that’ll happen. She didn’t though, and I felt a sharp pang of disappointment at her silence.
Still, I reasoned, she hadn’t said anything to contradict it, and for now, I would take that as a win.