Bryson peppers my face with a soft string of kisses. His hand moves inside me spiraling deeper until it feels as if he’s going to touch my belly. “Does that feel good, baby?”
A small choking sound evicts itself from my throat.
“Mmm,” he moans softly in my ear with a kiss. “I thought so. I love watching you. You’re fucking beautiful when you’re about to come, you know that?”
Oh God. As if being in bed with Bryson wasn’t enough, he has to go and turn up the dirty talk. And I freaking LOVE the dirty talk!
My body bucks into his, and I hold onto his shoulders, digging my fingers into his flesh, trembling as a wash of heat takes over my body. I’m going to lose it right on his hand before we ever get to the part where he injects his tree trunk into me. I squeeze my eyes shut and throw my head back as he presses into my body with an earnest desire.
“Baya,” he whispers as his voice drills through my spine—between my legs where his hand is still loving me, slow and purposeful.
Bryson lays me on the bed with his body hovering gently over mine. My head arches back as I push my hips to meet his. I’m writhing, unable to settle down. Each nerve in my body is raw and alive at his touch. My senses are at attention, every inch of my flesh is calling him to cover me like a sheet. A moan gets locked in my throat as he pulls his hand away, and a severe ache is left in his absence. Maybe this is as far as we’ll ever get. Maybe he’s already done the vaginal math, and he knows he’ll never fit inside, so why bother trying.
Bryson touches his lips to my ear. He covers my lobe with his mouth and runs his tongue along the rim like an erotic warning.
“Bryson,” I hiss, writhing from his volcanic-like kisses.
Just as I’m about to suggest he get the hell back down there, his hand covers me again. His finger glides in and out, and a sweet throb rockets through me, slow and steady as he picks up his pace.
He presses a kiss to my ear. “I want you to come for me, Baya,” it streams like an inferno from his mouth.
A breath gets caught in my throat as he plunges deep inside me, his thumb moves over my folds, and I let out a breath as I flex into him. I’m shaking so hard, the entire bed rattles.
“But not like this,” he whispers. A quiet laugh filters through his chest. Bryson reaches up and cups my breasts again, his hand still wet from touching me. He presses me together and buries his lips between the soft mounds of flesh for a moment. He sears his mouth across my chest until his lips are secured over one, and gives a playful bite before sucking on it careful and slow. He lands his teeth gently over my nipple and pulls it out, stretching it until it feels as if I’m about to burst. “Did you like that?” He teases as he rides his lips up toward mine.
“Yes.” I can barely manage the word as I lose myself in his kisses.
“Good.” He slips his fingers below my waist. “Now I’m going to make you come, Baya.” He lies me back and rises above me. “In my mouth.”
Did he just say hismouth?
I take in a breath and can’t seem to shut off the intake valve.
His mouth is like twelve times better than his hand, not that there was anything wrong with Bryson’s hand. God no. It should be cast in a mold and sold at those naughty adult stores worldwide. It would be a best seller because each finger holds its own magical property. I have a feeling that little joy toy would turn the entire vibrator market on its ear—penis, whichever.
“Do you want that?” He smolders over me with his bedroom eyes, a ghost of a smile playing on his lips. A sharp sting ignites over me when he asks the question.
I let out a little whimper because, holy shit, YES I motherfucking want that. I give a little nod in the event my whimper could be misconstrued in any way, shape, or form.
A wild prickle of excitement tracks over my skin as every cell in my body cheers him on.
Bryson trails his kisses down to my chest, and I jump with each one. These weren’t just any kisses, these were blazing a trail to a place where no mouth has ever ventured before. He lands his lips over my nipple one more time, and it melts from his heated tongue before he dives lower still, burying a kiss in my belly. My eyes flutter back in my head, and all sorts of feel good vibrations rocket through me like errant missiles shooting off in every direction at once.
Oh God, the belly kiss. Yes—God yes, thebellykiss.
“Bryson,” I groan and hold him there for a second.
“Does that feel good?” He sinks lower, not waiting for an answer and pushes my knees apart until I feel vulnerable, and my entire lower half spasms from sheer titillation.
My heart gyrates its way into my throat. I glance down and notice he’s paused his efforts.
God, something’s wrong. I knew it, I’m deformed down there, and now he wants nothing to do with me and my misshapen vagina. Or maybe he can’t find it because I didn’t take the time to do some serious landscaping. It was like hacking through swampland, and my poor razor dulled out before I could put a decent dent in the curly curtains. Crap. He’s face to face with Furby and now he wants nothing more than to box it up and take me back to Boys “R” Us for a refund.
I hike up on my elbows and try to pull him back.
“Whoa.” He snatches my hand and presses a hot kiss over one finger. “I’m just enjoying the view, honey. I’m not coming up for a while.” He tucks a kiss into my inner thigh, and my vagina all but starts singing,Welcome to the Jungle. A sizzle of electricity spirals through me as his tongue tracks in a long hot line, closer and closer, to that tender part of me that’s been waving him in like an air traffic controller since the day we met.
Oh God, he’s going to do it. I fall back on the pillow and bite over my bottom lip until I’m sure I’m about to draw blood. I fist the covers, and my head twists back and forth in anticipation of where his searing lips might land next.
