Wanting her to come with me, I press two fingers deep into her slick heat, curling them and massaging that sweet spot that should make her toes curl. My lips find her swollen little clit, and then I suck, short, quick pulses that make her scream around my length.
That’ll do it.
“I’m gonna come, tap if you don’t want to swallow it down,” I barely get out as my hips start to stutter, her legs shaking around my head. Her clit swells against my tongue, velvety walls fluttering around my fingers.
When she doesn’t tap out, I let myself go, my cock spurting ropes of cum into her hot little mouth. Bristol moans around me as we come together, our orgasms hitting hard. She shakes and convulses in my arms as I spill down her throat, and it has to be the hottest thing I’ve ever experienced.
I slip from her mouth, lifting her leg off my head and peeling us apart. I’m quick to scoop her up, pulling her between my legs with her head resting on my chest. She’s heaving for breath, her lips swollen and puffy. She looks thoroughly worked through, and I love this rumpled look on her. I love being responsible for how blissed-out she is.
“You’re so perfect. Thank you.”
Bristol laughs lightly, her body rocking in my arms.
“Did you just thank me for blowing you, Rhys?”
“Sure did. Best thing I’ve ever experienced. Right next to being deep inside your tight pussy.”
“I never expected you to have a dirty mouth.”
“Does it bother you?”
“The opposite. I love it.”
“I could tell. You like the praise.” Bristol blushes, burying her face into my chest. But I’m not about to let her hide from me. My hand tangles in her hair, lovingly tilting her head back so I can look at her as I speak. “There’s nothing wrong with enjoying praise, for thriving under the reassurance of the gratefulness of your partner. You were fucking perfect for me.” And then I capture her lips with mine. Our tastes mingle on my tongue, and it makes me feral. Knowing she just swallowed down my cum while I lapped up her sweetness,fuck.
We kiss for mere moments before my cock wakes back up, hardening under her waist where she’s resting on me. There’s so much I want to do to her, me getting inside her and making her see stars is a high priority.
Bristol breaks free, her eyes widening in shock as she wiggles against my hard-on. “Don’t you need a while before you can go again?”
“I only need a few minutes, if that. Extremely low refractory period.”
“Oh, god.”
“There’s no god here, my love. Only a Heathen.”
Chapter Twenty-Seven
BRISTOL
My body is on fire; a mix of heat and pleasure that makes me feel invincible. Rhys looks down at me like he can’t believe I’m real. His gorgeous green irises are filled with an expression of love and adoration that makes me feel both weak and stronger than ever. I can read everything he’s feeling just by the way he looks at me, and god, I hope he can read the same from me.
I expect his lips to crash down on mine like every romance movie ever made, but that’s not what happens. Just as his lips are a breath away, he shifts, his nose gliding up my jaw, his lips ghosting over the soft spot below my ear before his tongue gently laps at my skin, tasting me. He continues, breathless, hungry kisses along my neck, over my collarbone.
It’s raw, consuming, and feels like I’ve been waiting my entire life for it.
Rhys moves between my breasts, lifting both of them andbringing them to his face. He licks circles around my nipple, teasing and flicking at the tip until it’s a stiff peak.
“Fuck, sweetheart, I love how full these are. Your body drives me insane, Bristol. Look at you. So sexy. I’m not going to survive you.”
Jesus, that feels so good to hear. I’ve always loved my body exactly how it is, but not being wanted by my ex has done some damage to my self-esteem. I thread my hands through his dark auburn hair, the red more vibrant this close in the light. My body arches into him, my back bowing. I can’t believe I’m here with him right now, in this place, like this.
“Rhys, that feels so good.”
“Yeah? You like having your nipples played with? Your breasts touched?”
“Yes,” I gasp as he squeezes them with the right amount of pressure, his lips suctioning and pulling gently. I moan louder than I ever have before, surprised at the sounds he’s able to pull from me.
Rhys shifts us so I’m lying flat on my back, his body fitting between my spread legs. He slides his big dick between my legs, coating himself in my wetness. I press against him, wanting to feel that thick length stuff me full. My fingers dance across his beard, looking up into those emerald eyes I love so much. He looks like a man hanging on by a thread, doing everything he can not to break all his rules and drive into me without protection.
