I can tellBailey needs this. She needs this just as badly as I do. I’m doing my best to not show how uncomfortable I am being here because I want to do this. I know how hard this is for her, and I want to be here for her if she needs me. Just like the plane ride, I tried to hide how uncomfortable I was. I’m not afraid of flying. I just don’t likeotherpeople flying for me.
But she knew what I needed. She got me talking and surprisingly, it made me feel better. She makes everything feel better for me lately. Now it’s my turn to do the same for her.
Not that it’s a hardship to be down here with my face buried in her delicious pussy. My leg hates the position, but I can handle the discomfort while knowing I’m making Bailey feel good. Giving her what she needs trumps anything I could be feeling right now.
That’s how I know I’ve fallen so far for this woman, there’s no going back. But she might not feel the same. These feelings are so unfamiliar, so overwhelming, I can’t bring myself to say them out loud.But I feel something, and I have for so long. And they’re only getting stronger.
Especially right now as my tongue is buried in her. She’s got her hands fisted in my hair, roughly trying to keep me exactly where she wants me. I groan against her, and I know she loves the vibration it sends through her body.
“You’re going to soak my face, Angel, and after that I’m going to fuck you nice and hard just like you need.”
She moans, and I know she likes the sound of it. Especially because she starts rubbing herself even harder against my mouth. But I know she needs more. That’s why I push a finger in, curling it to find that spot she likes. It barely takes any time at all with my tongue flicking her clit and my finger fucking her before she’s detonating.
She throws her hand over her mouth to muffle her screams. I’m annoyed at the move, but the tiny rational part of my brain that is still functioning knows she did the right thing.
As soon as she’s come down from her release, I stand up, keeping one hand on the thigh I just lowered from my shoulder. I guide it around my hip instead. I know she’s ready, I’ve known for a while so I don’t waste another second. I angle myself at her entrance and push in.
She gasps at the sudden pressure, and I drop my forehead to hers. “I know, baby, you’re doing so well. You always do so well for me.”
She melts at the praise, and I keep that in mind. She’s always fighting back. She loves to be challenged and to give as goodas she takes. But right now, she just wants to feel good, and I can give her that, happily.
I push in to the hilt, burying myself in her warmth with a groan. I capture her mouth with my own to stifle both our cries while I fuck her steadily. We lose each other in the sensations as our mouths dance together and our hips collide in a desperate rhythm.
The hot water hits my back, and I don’t even think about where we are or what we’re doing. Because nothing else matters except the two of us right now.
“I need another one from you, Angel. Give it to me so I can fill up your pretty pussy with my cum.”
That does her in. Suddenly, she’s clenching around me, already reaching the peak once again. “Atta girl,” I growl against her mouth, fucking her harder through her orgasm. It doesn’t take long before my own takes over as I push in as deep as I can, making sure to fill her just like I said I would.
The water starts to cool, so after I clean her up, we get out and I make sure to wrap her in one of the large towels. She looks around the bathroom like she’s actually seeing it for the first time.
“Damn, I never thought of Brent having a place this nice,” she mumbles.
I don’t know how to respond to that and she seems like she’s talking to herself more than me anyway.
After we get dressed again, I check in on what she wants to do.
“Are you wanting to see everyone, or stay up here for a little longer?”
Bailey sighs. “I want to stay up here, but I know we should see everyone. You don’t have to go if you don’t want to.”
I step closer to her. “I’ll be wherever you are.”
Her breath catches, but she nods. “Okay, let’s go down there then.”
I stick close to Bailey’s side as we make our way downstairs and there’s now several more people in the large living room than there was before.
“There you are. I was convinced you were going to hide the rest of the day,” Bailey’s sister, Brynn, teases and I bite back a smile. Even though they haven’t seen each other in so long, she clearly still knows her.
“I thought about it,” Bailey grumbles as we reach the bottom of the stairs.
“This is my husband, Colton. If he gives you shit, feel free to smack him upside the head,” Brynn says to us both.
“I’m perfectly nice,” Colton retorts, stretching his hand out toward us both. I take it firmly. He’s a big guy. All of the men here are, which isn’t surprising since they’re all hockey players. Normally, I stick out in any place I go since I’m usually the biggest in the room, but here I feel like I fit in a little more. This has a different sense of calm wash over me.
“Oh, so it’s opposite day?” Brynn looks at her husband withnarrowed eyes. The move reminds me so much of Bailey. I want to laugh and call her out, but this isn’t the time.
Colton wraps his arm around Brynn’s shoulders and pulls her into him with a forced smile. “These Collee girls are something else, aren’t they?” he teases.
