“You are so perfect,” she said, pulling Brynn toward her, their lips meeting in a messy, tangled kiss. Hallie could taste herself on Brynn, and she reveled in the connection.
She needed to touch Brynn everywhere. Her lips. Her cheeks. Her neck. She ran her fingers through Brynn’s hair, which was now wild and untamed. Finally, she wrapped her arms around Brynn, pulling her in close so that she could feel Brynn’s own erratic heartbeat. She loved feeling it, the impact she had on Brynn, too.
“You are truly something else,” Hallie said before placing an open-mouthed kiss against her shoulder. Brynn’s arms encircled Hallie, who was grateful to be held up. She was starting to become aware of her limbs again, but they weren’t of much use.
When Hallie pulled back, she was met with an intense stare. Brynn was studying her like she was a gorgeous work of art, her brow furrowed and her plump bottom lip between her teeth.
Brynn cleared her throat, as even more color washed across her already pink cheeks. “That was good for you?” she asked, surprisingly uncertain, especially when you considered the sounds that Hallie had been making a minute ago.
And even if Hallie’s first instinct was to laugh because… hadn’t they both just witnessed her mind-blowing orgasm? But no. She smiled instead, running her fingers along Brynn’s temple. “Baby, that was so fucking incredible. You are so incredible. I wouldn’t have spent so long at dinner if I’d have known that the minute we got home, you were going to fuck me against the door.”
Brynn smiled, clearly pleased. Being the cause of that joy made Hallie’s heart swell, too. “It wasn’t my first plan,” Brynn said quietly, “but I just couldn’t wait.”
Another wave of heat rolled through Hallie, which was really unfair considering she still couldn’t stand. Regardless of her own desire, she wasn’t going to fuck Brynn on the floor right now, no matter how badly she wanted to. She wanted to see Brynn, stripped in her bed, spread open for Hallie to have her way with her.
“What was your first plan?” Hallie remembered to ask once she’d leashed the most persistent clawing in her stomach. Now, Brynn was definitely blushing, which only encouraged Hallie further, as desire started to flare through her again. “I want you, Brynn. I want to make you feel good, always,” she said, scratching up Brynn’s sides.
Because that’s what they did for one another. They made each other feelgood. Sexually, emotionally, romantically, it didn’t matter. Whenever they were close, Hallie felt this lightness that eclipsed everything else. This feeling, for the first time in her life, like everything would be okay.
Hallie was about to tell her this, but then Brynn schooled her with a thoughtful, determined look that shook Hallie to her bones. “I couldn’t decide, so I made a whole list.”
Hallie wasn’t sure where it came from, but she found the willpower to stand up, her hand outstretched to pull Brynn up, too, who was in far too much clothing. The same could still be said for Hallie, who had a sort of Winnie-the-Pooh look going on right now.
She only let go of Brynn’s hand so that she could take off her shirt, her bra following quickly after.
And then she stood, completely naked, in front of the only person she felt like had ever seen all of her, clothed or not. She was thrilled that Brynn wasted little time in coming closer so that their bodies were immediately flush. They stood like that, with Hallie encircled in Brynn’s arms, the slight chill from the room—or maybe the arousal that had whirred to life again—pimpling her skin.
She was going to let out a petulant huff when Brynn pulled slightly back, but the sound died in her throat. Because Brynn lifted her hands, cupping Hallie’s breasts. They both groaned as Brynn’s fingers began to toy with her already hard nipples.
Arousal shot straight to Hallie’s center again, any need for a refractory period clearly done. “Was this on the list?” she questioned, focusing on taking deep, even breaths.
Brynn nodded, not taking her eyes off of Hallie. “Yes. And getting to watch your gorgeous face while you come, which I didn’t get to do just now.”
Hallie gulped in the last breath of air she’d probably get for a while. “We need to get to a bed. Now.”
If part of tonight was Brynn making up for lost time, then Hallie was more than happy to be her partner on this journey. After they’d had sex in the living room, she’d led Brynn to her bedroom, sure that they’d christen Brynn’s room at some point, too.
Slowly—at least, as slowly as she could go with her restless hands and the deep ache that had settled back between her legs—she’d undressed Brynn. She’d marveled as each new expanse of skin had become visible to her.
First, she’d taken off Brynn’s sweater. She’d gotten tastes of the gorgeous curves of Brynn’s shoulders and tops of her breasts before, but it had never been enough. Her bra had quickly followed, and when Hallie had been greeted with dusky, perfect nipples, she hadn’t been able to stop herself from leaning forward and swirling her tongue around one, then the other.
Better than the touch itself was how Brynn’s thighs had started to shake, her hands bracing against Hallie’s shoulders. Hard. And Hallie had loved that, too. The solid feeling of Brynn as she’d given herself over to Hallie for support.
Because, truly, more than anything else, that was what Hallie wanted. For Brynn to turn to her always. To lean on her in whatever way a person could depend on another. And right now, it meant giving Brynn an orgasm that left her unable to think coherently. That had been the thought that had driven Hallie to hastily remove the rest of Brynn’s clothing before she’d pushed her back on the bed.
And it had been as good as Hallie’d imagined, Brynn’s legs splayed wide, beckoning for Hallie to nestle herself between them.
That had been at least an hour ago, and Hallie couldn’t for the life of her remember how many orgasms she’d already had. Only that she’d given Brynn two and was doing everything in her power to make it a hat trick before she passed out from sheer exhaustion.
Brynn was straddling her, riding Hallie’s fingers like she was born to be fucked this way. Her hips canted down, allowing Hallie to go deep in a way that made Brynn let out a sound between a cry and a moan every time it happened, when Hallie was lucky enough to hit that spot inside that lit Brynn up from the inside out.
Hallie loved that sound more than anything.
And she had made sure that being fucked this intensely was what Brynn wanted, the first time that it’d happened, when Hallie had only been thinking of how much she wanted Brynn and how she couldn’t keep her hands off of her. Which had allowed her to learn something exhilarating about her girlfriend. Brynn liked to be fuckedhard, and Hallie had no qualms about giving the woman she loved exactly what she wanted.
So even as her wrist cramped and wetness dripped down her hand, she didn’t stop. Shecouldn’tstop. All that she could think about was hearing the cries that Brynn let out whenever she came at Hallie’s hand or tongue. Because they’d done that tonight, too. Hallie had pulled Brynn above her at one point, Brynn holding on to the headboard as Hallie had licked into her with abandon.
“Baby, fuck,” Hallie panted when Brynn arched her back, the angle allowing her to thrust even deeper. “You feel so good.” She didn’t know if she’d ever felt anything better than Brynn’s pussy clenching around her fingers.
