Every Night (Brush of Love 1)

My body was alight with electricity, and the storm surging outside would provide the perfect soundtrack to the noises I would pull from her body before the night was finished.

Chapter 16

Hailey

His chiseled body glistened in the light of the lightning piercing the sky above us. Our eyes wouldn’t leave one another’s, scared that if one of us looked away, the other would disappear. His arms flexed around my shoulders as his face descended to mine, and I felt both beautiful and petrified. If I slept with Bryan, there would be no going back. I hadn’t been honest with him about everything. About being at the bar. About John. About everything that happened that careened me to this point in his life. Even now, I saw his brother’s smile reflected in the smirk that danced upon his cheeks, and as his nose nuzzled against mine, I felt every inch of my skin heat up.

“You’re beautiful, Hailey,” he said.

His voice sounded like thunder rumbling off in the distance. It rattled my ribcage as his body grew with the anticipation of exploring mine. I reached up, brushing a strand of his dark hair from his forehead as I smiled up at him. The way his dark eyes twinkled with mischief and innocence all at the same time shook me to my core.

I brought my lips up to meet his, feeling his body sink into mine as his muscles descended onto the curves of my body.

My legs hooked around his, my toes running up and down his calves. I could feel him trembling as our lips danced together, swelling in a symphony of passion with the blood coursing through our veins. My hands dug into his back, pulling him closer and closer, and my hips began to roll against his body. I felt him grow against my leg, pulsing and throbbing. His lips ghosted across my cheek and made their way to the shell of my ear

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I shivered as his breath filled the crook of my neck.

“Stunning,” he whispered.

I let out the breath I was holding as his lips traveled the span of my neck. His hands went over every inch of my body, discovering places that made me jump into him, making him smile against me. His lips sucked delicate patches of my pale skin between his teeth, nibbling at them and marking me as he traced a path of lust down my body.

My veins pulsing in my neck, feeling his tongue rake over them as he traveled down to my breasts. My hands wove into his hair while the walls and the bed shook with each thunderclap. His hands massaged my sides, pulling my hips closer to his as his hips rolled into mine. He pulled moans and groans from my throat by wrapping his lips around my pink nipples.

I raked my fingertips over his scalp, making him groaned into my body, and I knew I would cave to him. I would walk the line of the deceitful just to feel his body filling mine.

He traveled down my stomach, placing open-mouthed kisses as his body sank lower and lower between my legs. He gripped into my excess, kneading my skin, kissing and licking and nibbling. I could feel his marks rising upon my skin, welting and turning different shades, like one of his geometric patterns he was now filling out. I felt like he was using me as his canvas, drawing a picture with his teeth and tongue he would frame and put on his wall later.

I looked up and saw his eyes studying my body. Studying the painting he’d left behind before his black stare hooked onto mine.

There wasn’t an ounce of the innocence I’d seen before, but in its place was a hungry man, waiting to devour the soft, unassuming woman he had in his claws.

The lightning crashed across the sky, illuminating his lust as I watched his lips dip to my pussy.

I sighed and laid back as his tongue connected with my clit. Slowly, torturously, he swirled around it. He flicked and sucked. He pressed, and he denied. His warmth traveled all around my dripping lips as he gently pressed my knees open, parting me for him as my hips began to roll into his lips. My hands twisted into the sheets, and my body began to quiver. An unfamiliar sensation crept up my body, a desire and a pleasure I hadn’t felt in years.

His tongue traveled farther, creeping close toward my entrance as my essence slipped from my body. I heard him swallowing. Eating. Feasting on my body as if it were his last meal. His large, strong hands hooked around my legs, pulling my body closer to him as my back began arching from the bed. I could hear the rain pummeling the roof as my toes began to curl. It was as if I were his bow, and he was restringing my body. His tongue pulled me tighter and tighter, arching my breasts closer and closer to the heavens as lightning streaked across the sky again.

I felt his tongue slip deep into me, pressing against walls that hadn’t been touched in years. The moment the thunder cracked across the sky my body released itself, pouring years of pent-up frustrations, failures, and emotions out onto his lips as he slurped me up and gobbled me whole.

I managed to choke out his name as my hands wove tighter into the sheets of my bed.

My body shook and tightened. My legs convulsed and curled. My toes cramped, and stars burst behind my eyes, and not once did he come up for air until I finally gasped for mine. His hands slid up my ass, digging into my lower back as he helped me lower my body to the bed. I could smell my scent wafting in the electric air around us as the wind whistled by the window.

I had come undone against this man’s body, and I wasn’t ready to let him go yet.

His lips were on mine in a heartbeat as my hands flew to his hair. His hips descended between my legs as I felt him fill my body with his presence, my toes curling as his hands wrapped around my body. He pulled me up, situating me on his lap as he sat back and held me close to him, and for a second we both sat there.

Attached to one another as his fingers slid skillfully up and down my neck.

“Look at me,” he said.

My eyes opened and found his gaze as his hands slid to the middle of my back. His eyes drew me in, holding onto my ambitions and my hesitancies as he slowly lowered me back to the mattress. I could feel him pulsing inside of me, pulling from me sensations that caused me to gasp and squirm underneath him.

I felt his hands run down my arms and interlock our fingers before he sensuously drew them over my head.

“Bryan,” I whispered.