Chapter 147 His only

Chapter 147 His only


"I want you too." She nodded and leaned up to kiss me. "Take me to bed, Ethan." The most beautiful words I'd heard in days and days met my ears. I took those sweet lips she offered and scooped her right up off the floor, her body tight against my chest.

She wrapped her legs around my hips and buried her face at my neck. I groaned out loud and started walking. When I got us to the bedroom, the sight of the bed made up with clean sheets had never been more welcome. Monday! Annabelle had come, thank the blessed gods! If those sheets from this morning had still been there with the evidence of my pitiful wanking session all over them, I don't know what I would have done. I made a mental note to give Annabelle a nice thank you for being discreet-tip.

I laid Brynne out on her back and just looked down at her for a moment. The need to go slow was important this time. I wanted to cherish her and accept this gift she was giving to me. I needed to savor her. Her hair swept over her shoulders and her eyes looked sort of green against the turquoise top she still wore. Not going to be wearing it for long. I started on her trainers. Then the ankle socks. I cupped her feet and massaged them before sliding up her leg and hips to the waistband of her shorts. My fingers slipped underneath and gripped. Down they came. My eyes took in the reveal of her skin as the fabric slipped away-navel, hip bones, stomach, pussy, and long legs. Legs that would wrap around me when I was deep inside that beautiful, bare pussy of hers. Sweet Christ.

There was a reason my girl was a model. A nude model. She possessed a body that had the power to render me speechless. I wasn't done revealing my master- piece yet, though. I reached for her top. It was a one-stop shop too. Nothing underneath. I wanted to shout out a triumphant YES. Her breasts spilled out to the side as soon as I got that shirt off over her head.

"Brynne... beautiful." I heard the sound of her name come off my lips but couldn't remember intending to say it I had to see her naked again, to remember how she looked, to know I had the right to touch her and that she'd accept me. I had to have some small part of her inside me before I could do anything else too, I was that desperate.

Slowly I dragged my mouth from her navel up to one perfect breast, covered the whole nipple and sucked deep. I pulled her up inside my mouth and caressed the underside with my fingers. So soft. She budded up tight and hard underneath my tongue, and I had to give consideration to the other one to be fair. Those beauties deserved an absolute equal share of my attentions toward fairness for sure.

She looked so yielding and sensual lying there for me to fill my eyes with her image. Like a portrait. But one that only I would ever see. That's not true. The nagging irritation was fleeting as I pushed down deep into the dungeon of my mind the idea of others seeing her naked. Right now I had a feast before me. It was time to partake.

I needed to feel that flesh against my tongue and lips. I needed so much from her that I was shaking as I kicked off my shoes and reached for my belt. I stripped out of my clothes fast, very aware that Brynne watched every move made, her eyes traveling all over me. The sight of her admiring made me so hard my balls hurt and my cock burned. Only for her.

I lowered onto the bed with my knees leading, totally distracted about where to go first. She was a banquet for me all splayed out, her legs bent slightly but not revealing what I wanted to see. My urges rose up from somewhere and the words came out of my mouth. "Open up and show me. I want to see what's mine, baby."

Slowly, her feet slid upward until they were flat on the sheets as she bent her legs at the knees. I held my breath and felt the thud of my heart in my chest. She shifted one leg over and then the other. Just like that. She did what I'd asked of her. Perfect submission in a graceful maneuver that ran a jolt of lust up my cock just from the show she was giving me. I was nowhere near satisfied. I wanted a good long look before I started in on what I'd been denied for too many days.

"Put your hands up over your head and hold on to the bed."

Her eyes flickered a bit and focused on my mouth.

"Trust me. I'm gonna make it so good for you, baby. Let me do this my way..."

"Ethan," she whispered, but she did what I asked, slowly bringing her arms up to cross wrists over her head and grip the edge of the mattress, God, I loved when she said my name during sex. I loved when she said it, period.

"Baby." Her breasts puddled to the sides and up a little with the rise of her arms. Those perfect raspberry-tipped nipples begged for more of my tongue. I went back to them, sucking and tweaking the sensitive flesh, loving how she moved beneath my mouth. She flowed in a rhythm with me. I dragged my lips off her. My fingers reached out for a nipple and rolled it around before pulling the tip up in a little pinch. She moaned and arched for me but kept her arms up. I pinched the other one and watched her flex her hips a little, her legs widening and displaying even more of that part of her I needed to know again.

"You're so beautiful like this," I said against her stomach as I kissed my way down to the place I needed to have my mouth against. I kissed first and loved her response. She trembled beneath my touch. I flicked my tongue over her folds, pressing her open like a blossom. Mine. She flexed her muscles and whimpered. Small, soft sounds of pleasure and need. Need for what I could give to her. Need for me.

"You are... so fucking beautiful, Brynne." I murmured against her flesh.

"You make me feel beautiful," she stuttered in a whisper and opened up a little more underneath me.

"That's it... give yourself over to me, baby." I kissed her pussy lips just like I would her mouth. "I'm going to make you come so hard, and you're going to think of nothing but me when I do." I told her.

"Please make me..."

I growled against her flesh. "Making you come under my tongue is the sexiest thing in the world. How you move. How you taste. How you sound when you get there..."

"Ahhh....she moaned and moved beneath me. Such a gorgeous sound. I went to work on her in earnest as she cried out, arching her hips to meet my mouth. I held her open and devoured the quivering softness. I couldn't stop and I couldn't slow down. Her squim up against my lips, where my tongue could find its way inside her over and over again, was all I cared about. I kept it up, sweeping over her clit until I felt her go off.