I nodded softly. “The sky has Mom’s eyes.”
He smiled softly down at me. “Your mother was the one with sky blue eyes, like you and your brother?”
I shook my head softly. “Dad had the sky-blue eyes. Mom’s were color-changing, but whenever she was with Dad, they were always the same color as his.”
“That’s…” He shook his head softly. “That’s beautiful.”
“They were beautiful.”
“You’re beautiful.”
I needed him more at that moment than at any other point in time in my life that I remembered. I never needed someone as much as I needed him at that moment.
“Kiss me,” I whispered softly.
“My pleasure,” he mumbled.
His lips touched against mine, and for a split second, everything was all right. My heart didn’t ache with the emptiness of an orphan and the worries of my lonely life faded away. His tongue swept into my mouth, demanding entrance without permission. I didn’t care, though.
I’d give him permission every single day if that’s what he wanted.
“Mmmm, Anna-mine,” he growled down the back of my throat. “You taste lovely. But these aren’t the lips I wish to taste.”
My pussy throbbed so badly it damn near hurt. “Your wish is my command.”
Within moments, I was tilted back on his bike. I only felt him get down on his knees, I didn’t look. I was too busy staring up at the sky. The clouds rolled by as Brutus’s lips kissed up the insides of my legs, my thighs delicately slid over his shoulders. At some point in time, he removed my pants off my legs, but I didn’t care about clocking any of that shit.
All I knew was that my hands buried themselves into his hair when I felt that flattened, thick tongue of his swipe up my slit.
“Fucking hell, you only trim,” he growled as he nuzzled his face against me. “Never shave bare. Fucking love this shit.”
“Oh God,” I groaned out as my nails raked along his scalp.
His tongue got to work, lapping and licking. His lips puckered around my swollen nub, sucking as I bucked against him. I wasn’t sure how in the hell his bike stayed up, but it held my weight just fine as I raked my body against his face. The stubble on his cheeks tickled me in places I never once explored with my fingers. Whenever it was just me, it was straight to the point. No muss, no fuss. I wanted to get in and out of there so that I could get on with my day. If anything, my masturbatory life was nothing more than a bullet point to check off during the days.
I languished how much I clearly missed out on.
“Oh God, Bee. Holy fuck.”
“Mmmm,” he hummed as I heard him drink me down. “Fucking hell, I found my new favorite snack.”
“Shit,” I whimpered out.
My hips stuttered against his face, and his massive hands came up, pinning my hips to his bike. He reared up a bit, bending my knees toward me and opening up the rest of my crevices to him. He flattened the whole of this tongue over mypussy, bucking his face in the same rhythm against me that my hips lost.
“Brutus, please!” I cried out to the heavens.
“Come for me, Anna-mine,” he growled. “I need to feel it. Need to feel you soaking me until I can’t?—”
“Holy shit!”
My cry was nothing but a choked sound as I spiraled over the edge. My head dangled off the edge of the bike as he gripped me to him, sucking my pulsing clit in between his lips. The world sizzled out of view, until there was nothing but darkness and silver stars bursting in my vision.
I felt a pressure between my legs.
“So tight for me,” he snarled. “You’re in so much trouble, Anna-mine. I’ll take this silk sleeve of yours multiple times a day.”
“Please,” I whimpered as my vision slowly faded back into view.
