She looks up at me with glassy eyes. The green is so vibrant like a lush forest in the middle of Summer. Sweat gathers across her brow, creating a crystal sheen across her ivory skin. With gentle strokes, I undulate my fingers in and out of her pussy, feeling the wet warmth soaking into my skin.
“Kin,” she shudders whilst tangling her fingers into my hair, “uncuff me and take me upstairs, please.”
Her pleas are like a balm to my soul and who would I be to deny her of what she wants?
I stroke her forehead to brush away the vibrant red strands of her that have stuck to her skin. “Say no more, love. I’m not nearly done with you yet.” I say with a grin, then I carefully slip my fingers out of her cunt and bring them to my mouth. Swirling my tongue around the digits, I swallow her essence and allow it to savor on my tastebuds. She moans at the sight, then I quickly unfasten her ankles and pull her up from the table to throw her over my shoulder.
“Oh my.. fucking god!” She squeals as her whole world is turned upside down, then I feel a hard smack against my lower back. Her fist belts into me. It’s cute that she thinks she has the strength to hurt me.
I give her plump, bare ass a swift slap, causing the thick flesh to recoil beneath my palm. She yelps at the sting. “You big brute! I can walk, you know?”
There’s that chihuahua attitude again. It’s certainly becoming one of my favourite things about her.
I snigger at her words and walk us both towards the steps that lead back upstairs. “I’m sure you can, love, but why should I let you when I get to have you this way?” As soon as the words leave my mouth, I give her ass another slap and this time, a sweet moan leaves her lips. One that she didn’t mean to release, I can tell.
“So, not only does my killer enjoy having her cunt slapped, she also loves this too.” I tease then smack the underside of her ass again, the tips of my fingers catch against her pussy, making her whimper even louder this time.
Brynne shudders in my hold, her fingers holding on tightly to the back of my jeans. Her whole body sways as I walk us back through the house and up the stairs. There’s a mixture of irritation and lust that comes out of her mouth as I use my opposite hand to tease her opening.
“Uh.. I’ll,fuck..I’ll get you back for this!” She grunts from behind me. The tips of my fingers stroke from her clit and up towards her soaked hole. “I’m sure you will, love.” I quip whilst using my hip to push open her bedroom door. “And I’ll probably enjoy it too, so don’t tease me with a good time.”
What sounds like an annoyed huff comes from behind me. Just seeing her this riled up makes my cock painfully hard. As I step into the bedroom with Brynne over my shoulder, I kick off my boots and walk us both over to the plush bed. There I lift her off my shoulder and send her crashing down onto the bed. The pillow-like quilt softens her landing but it still leaves her breathless.
She leans up onto her elbows, a sharp edge to her brow as she looks at me. “I don’t remember giving you the permission to manhandle me?”
I scoff with a sharp laugh, my hands firmly planted on my hips. “And I don’t remember you having this much of a bratty attitude, yet here we are.”
Her eyes widen and I can tell by the way she’s looking at me that she wants to tear me a new asshole, but I don’t give her the chance. We’ve done enough talking for the night, now I’m ready to give us what we both want.
Brynne goes to sit up, probably to throw some other insult at me but I stop her by grabbing the backs of her knees and dragging her to the edge of the bed. Red wine hair splays behind her, a stutter in her breath from the sudden change of movement. As soon as she opens her mouth to protest, I fill the space between her parted legs and lean over her. I use my forearm to keep my balance, and like two halves of a whole, she quickly wraps her legs around my waist to pull me closer.
Leaning down I run my nose across her jaw until I reach her ear. “You’re quite the little firecracker aren’t you?”
A soft giggle slips past her lips. “Only because you make me that way, Kin. But I do have one last thing to say.”
“And what’s that, love?” I ask, turning my head to meet her gaze. I’m met with a wide grin across her face.
“I think you’re wearing far too many clothes for my liking. I’d much prefer to see all of you, and I’ve been wondering for far too long where these tattoos lead too.” She says with a husky tone as she grazes her red polished nail down the column of my neck to trace the ink that disappears beneath my t-shirt.
Her touch sends shivers down my spine. “Now that’s something I can agree with.” I say with absolute confirmation before rising to my full height above her.
Slivers of moonlight seep in through the cracks in the blind, the icy shards beam across her naked body. The image before me is like something I’ve never seen before, not even the moon could outshine how beautifully striking Brynne is.
Just as I’m about to lift up the material of my t-shirt, nerves skitter across my skin. Shame like the weight of a brick settles in my stomach. I’ve never been naked in front of anyone before, not someone that I cared so deeply about anyway. And it’s not for the fear of impressing Brynne with my physique, I’ve worked incredibly hard to look the way I do, it’s more to do with the aged scars that litter my skin. That’s why I chose to get the tattoos, in the hopes they would cover my past but even through the darkest ink, the pain is still visible.
Brynne must notice my inner turmoil because now she’s rising from the bed, concern flooding her face. She stands before me, completely unfazed that I’m fully clothed and she isn’t.
Carefully she plants her hands on my waist and looks up at me. “What’s wrong, Kin? Did I say something wrong?”
I take her face in my hands, my thumb brushing gently over her cheek. “Never. You could never say, or do anything wrong. This is all me.”
Her brows dip in the middle, creating a soft crease in between them. “You? What’s going on in that handsome head of yours?” She says with a coy smile which makes me laugh. Even when my brain is trying to batter me from the inside, she’s always there to protect me from it, to make it a little bit better.
I try to shrug off the sickly feeling. “I don’t want to spoil–”
“No,” she says as she plants her hand onto my chest. Immediately my heart stammers at the touch. “I can see the heaviness that you’re holding onto, I can feel it here.” Her fingers tap twice. “Let me carry some of that for you, just like you did for me.”
The offer weighs heavy on my mind, and even though I’m scared– terrified even, to hand pieces of myself over to her, I know that she deserves the truth because I have hers. But I don’t need to think about my answer for long because I knew from the very beginning, this strong-willed, firecracker of a woman would hold all my pieces together.
