Laying my hand against his cheek again, I force him to meet my eyes. And when he does, my heart swells so large, it feels like it might burst. My desire to tell him just how much I feel for himis almost overwhelming, and I have to swallow down the words that are sitting on the tip of my tongue before they spill out.
Unwilling to speak the words and choosing to continue hiding my feelings, I do the only thing I can. I lean forward and press my mouth to his. Burke’s lips part and I slide my tongue past his teeth, savoring the sweet, smoky taste of the bourbon he’d been drinking. He pulls me to him, engulfing me in his arms, and I lose myself in his kiss. His velvety soft tongue swirls around mine, my head spins and my entire body tingles.
Pulling away from his kiss, I stand up. Keeping my gaze fixed on his warm, honey-colored eyes, I loosen the tie, shimmy, and let the robe drop. It pools at my feet, and I stand before him naked. Honestly, I’ve always been self-conscious about my body. I’ve never been comfortable in my own skin. Not like him. But Burke drinks me in from head to toe, his eyes flash with desire. He stares at me like I’m the most beautiful thing he’s ever seen. Like I’m a living work of art.
His gaze is intense, and it makes my stomach turn somersaults. My heart beats wildly, and I feel myself growing uncontrollably wet. The insides of my thighs are slick with my desire. With my need. I may not be able to tell him how I feel, but I can certainly show him. Taking his hand in mine, I gently place it on my breast.
A small smile touches his lips as he gives it a gentle squeeze, and I gasp as he leans forward and flicks his tongue over my stiff nipple. Burke pulls me to him, gently caressing and kissing my breasts, then lets his hands explore my entire body. I quiver beneath his touch, the fire in my belly grows hotter by the moment.
Burke stands up and kisses me so hard, it takes my breath away. I feel his passion. His emotion. And the weight of all the words between us that remain unspoken. In that kiss, I feel what he feels for me, and it makes my legs tremble so hard that I feel like I might fall. But he scoops me up and gently lays me down on the bed. My lips part a little as he climbs on top of me, bracing himself on his arms above me.
He kisses me again, and I melt into him, parting my thighs and wrapping them around his waist. Burke pulls back and stares into my eyes, and it feels like pure electricity passes between us. My entire body tingles, and my skin’s aflame. I gasp as he nestles the head of his cock between my lips, then presses forward.
“Oh, God,” I whisper.
Moving slowly and gently, Burke slides himself into me. I close my eyes and groan as bolts of lightning crackle over my body. He’s so long and thick that having him inside of me hurts a little bit. I’m being stretched wide open. And yet, at the same time, it’s unlike anything I’ve ever felt before, and the exhilaration and pleasure I feel are so intense that it steals my breath. It’s as if that slight pinch of pain heightens the pleasure.
Fully sheathed inside of me, Burke begins to move. The friction of his stiff cock sliding along the walls of my sex touches off explosions of pleasure that have my head spinning. He never breaks eye contact as he moves in a sinuous rhythm on top of me. His muscles flex and ripple as I graze my fingertips over them, they contract and release, and he shivers slightly.
Burke leans down and kisses me, then nips at my collarbone before flicking his tongue across my nipples. The combination of sensations makes me shudder and moan. My entire body tightens, and before I realize what’s happening, it explodes withpleasure. As I writhe beneath him, dragging my nails across his back, Burke keeps moving within me. He drives his cock deep inside of me, holding himself there as I come.
My eyes roll back in my head, and I press my head into the pillows, gripping his forearms as if I feared being swept away by the force and tide of my orgasm. Slowly, the trembling eases, and I stare up into his honey-colored eyes, feeling dizzy, breathless, spent. It was the most intense orgasm I’ve ever had, and I feel weightless. Boneless.
“Oh, my God,” I whisper.
A squeal bursts when Burke suddenly rolls me over so I’m straddling him. He pushes his cock even deeper up into me, and I bite my lips as I’m hit with that slight pinch of pain, again. It’s quickly washed away by a rush of pleasure so intense, I nearly come again. But I manage to stave it off and lose myself in the feeling of having him so deep inside of me. I begin to roll my hips in rhythm with his thrusts as he slides up and down. I ride on that long, rigid staff, his wonderful manhood driving me towards another orgasm.
I stare down at him as I move in a languid, sensual rhythm. His face is etched with pleasure as he explores my body with his hands, caressing the curves of my hips and ass, before finally cupping my breasts. Burke raises himself up and takes a nipple into his mouth, flicking his tongue over it as he lightly pinches the other. I stutter and gasp, momentarily losing my rhythm. He slips his hand behind my neck and pulls me down into a long, slow, wet kiss that makes my heart feel like it’s stopped.
I slowly roll my hips again, picking up my pace, and every time his cock hits that spot deep within me, I shudder. The pressure is building low within me, and I know I’m not going to be able tohold off much longer. As if he can read my body as well as I can, Burke grabs me by the hips and pulls me down onto him even harder. He moves his hips, thrusting himself into me slowly, but firmly. I feel like I’m on fire and I grip his chest, my nails burrowing into his skin.
He holds my gaze as we roll together, our bodies colliding. The feeling of his staff gliding inside of me is too much, and I throw my head back. Burke cries out and buries himself deep inside of me, and I feel his cock swell. A moment later, he bursts, and I feel the rush of his warm, sticky seed. I moan, and we both tremble wildly as we’re enveloped by a sensual euphoria.
Burke hisses as I dig my nails into his chest harder, gripped by an orgasm even more powerful than the last. We cling together until we’ve wrung every last drop of pleasure from the moment. I collapse on top of him, breathless, my head swimming, just reveling in the warmth of being filled with his seed. I curl up beside him and lay my head on his chest, tracing lazy circles on his flat, taut belly with my fingertip. Burke gently strokes my hair, and for a long moment, we’re silent, simply enjoying this bubble of bliss.
“I’ve never felt safer or more cared for by anybody,” I finally say, breaking the silence. “You say you’re not a hero, but I disagree. You’re definitely my hero.”
A long moment passes, and I don’t think he’s going to respond, but I feel him draw in a breath and let it out slowly.
“It’s not heroic to protect somebody you care about,” he says.
I raise myself up on my elbow and stare into his eyes. The corners of his mouth tilt upward, and he looks at me with an expression of the purest love I’ve ever seen. It’s so real and sotangible that it takes my breath away. He reaches out and lays a gentle hand on my cheek, stroking it tenderly with his thumb. I lean into his touch. Hearing him say he cares about me makes my heart swell until it feels too big for my chest.
“You care about me?” I ask just because I want to hear him say it again.
A faint smile dusts his lips as he reaches out and tucks a thick lock of hair behind my ear. He wants to say something, I can tell, but he’s having a hard time getting it out. He licks his lips and swallows hard, his expression earnest.
“I care about you a lot, Brynn. I have for a while now,” he says. “Why do you think I’ve been coming into your coffee shop for so long now? The coffee isn’t that good. And it’s expensive”
I squeal with laughter and playfully slap his chest. “You’re awful.” But my mind thinks, ‘get back on topic, Burke’.
“I kept coming back because I wanted to see you. You’re the reason I was there,” he says. “I just didn’t want to let myself feel everything I feel for you.”
“Why not?”
“Because you should be with somebody your own age.”
“I don’t want somebody my own age,” I say firmly. “I want you, Burke.”
