I release my mouth for a moment. “Come for me baby, let me hear you scream my name.” I say with an urgency, and just like the good girl she is, I feel her pussy tighten around my fingers.
“Kin.. Ki.. I’m coming!” She moans through stuttered breaths, her whole body spasming as I show her the pearly gates of Heaven.
I continue dragging the orgasm out of her. “That’s it,” I coo, “you’re doing so fucking good, love. Tell me you’re my good girl.”
Shudders wrack her body. “I’m your.. good girl.” She whimpers as she comes all over my tongue and fingers. Sweet and sour, a taste that’s so uniquely hers that it has me seeing stars. Softly her breathing begins to slow as she floats back down to earth and I carefully slip my fingers out. They glisten in the front garden lights and instead of wasting the precious elixir, I rise up from the ground and lean over her.
“Taste yourself.” I demand and press my fingers to her lips. She sticks her tongue out for a taste and just before she takes my fingers into her mouth, I press my lips to hers, sealing my cum-covered fingers in between our mouths. The taste of her orgasm mixed with the sweat that lingers on her skin creates a head-spinning cocktail.
Together our tongues swirl against my fingers as I wrap them over the top of her bottom teeth. Heady moans and soft whimpers create a euphoric symphony between us.
I could stay here all night, tangled in a mess of limbs with Brynne but I don’t want to push her too far, too fast. I don’t want to be the kind of man that I know she fears– even though she hasn’t said it with words, she’s been hurt before. I can see it in her eyes, in the way she puts on a stone mask, walls built from steel that are impenetrable to get past. And I should know, I’ve experienced that same hurt too.
Slowly, Brynne breaks the kiss and runs her nose up my cheek. She hums and I watch with intent as her eyelids begin to flutter closed.
“Are you tired, love?” I murmur into her hair and stroke the backs of fingers down her soft cheek.
“Mhm, I think you’ve worn me out.” A soft giggle slips out of her mouth and I feel my heart twinge at the sound.
“Let’s get you to bed shall we?” I say whilst slipping off my jacket, then I help her sit up on the car and wrap it around her shoulders. Once she’s fully covered, I grab her bag fromthe ground and hand it over. She digs inside for her keys then attempts to slide down the bonnet and fails, miserably. The whole act causes her to laugh, her cheeks flushing red as she tries to right herself.
“I think it’s best if you don’t use those jelly legs.” I say with a smile, then I scoop her up bridal style and walk us over to the front door. With each step I feel her body growing heavy, her head swaying on my shoulder, keys loosely hanging on her finger.
Keeping her in my arms, I manage to take her keys and unlock the door. Warmth envelopes us as I carry her inside and softly close the door behind me, then I place her bag down and make my way upstairs.
Brynne snores softly, and it might be such a small thing to others but to me, it’s everything. It tells me that she feels safe, that she can let her walls down just a tad and that’s something I won’t take lightly.
Once we reach the top step it becomes a game of ‘guess the door’because I have no idea which is her bedroom. My eyes flick between the three white doors.
Fuck it, let’s go with this one.
With Brynne in my arms, I go for the first door on the left. The handle clicks twice as I lean down slightly to turn it. Vanilla with a hint of sandalwood fills my senses as I enter her room. Soft furnishings and matching furniture fill the space, creating a cosy vibe that I never expected from someone like Brynne. She’s witty and dark with edges as sharp as blades and yet, her home is soft and warm.
Maybe that’s what she’s like on the inside.
The soles of my shoes are silent against the carpet as I walk towards the bed to lay her down. As soon as her body hits the cloud-like comforter, she moulds into it with ease and sighs,then she turns onto her side to hug the pillow. The vibrant red of her hair is a sharp contrast to the whites of the sheets.
A rose petal against a blanket of snow.
Before I leave, I lean down to plant a gentle kiss to her temple.
“Will.. I see you again?” She whispers in her half sleep state, her voice so quiet that I almost missed the vulnerable question. With my lips resting against her skin, I tell her, “there’s no getting rid of me now love, you’re mine.”
There’s a small smirk that tips up the corner of her lips and then she falls back into a heavy slumber. I give her one last look, making sure that she’s truly safe and then I leave.
But there’s just one more thing that I have to do.
Ican’t remember the last time I slept so well. Usually I’m tossing and turning all night, then I find myself in a thick layer of sweat from the nightmares that plague my mind. But last night was different,Ifeel different.
Maybe I’m just well rested, or Kincaid used that magic tongue to fling me into dreamland.
Yeah, it’s definitely the latter.
Just the thought of him sends a surge of heat through my veins, like the ghost of his touch still lingers on my skin. The way the roughness of his palms glided against my flesh, effectively turning me into a wet puddle. He was gentle but rough, soft but demanding. Kincaid handled me exactly the way I wanted to be handled, I wanted the control to be placed into his hands because I knew at that moment, he would take care of it. He’d protect it, cherish and use it for my benefit.
Kincaid put me first. He gave me achoice.
Thinking of him now brings a smile to my face, even if my face does feel like dried plaster from sleeping in my makeup and I’m pretty sure there’s an eyelash stuck to my cheek.
