She was stunning, even in the dimly lit fluorescent lighting of my basement. Her curves beckoned to me in ways no other woman had, and her smile drew me in with the way it sparkled her eyes. The attention she had given me shook me to my core. A toe-curling orgasm I’d never experienced at the mouth of another woman. She was so warm and inviting, just like the rest of her body as her mouth sent me to places I’d never been. That pink mass of hair she had seated itself between my legs and made a silent vow to not come up for air until she’d pulled from me exactly what she wanted.
And my body had been more than willing to give it to her.
Her body filled the palms of my hands perfectly. Her softness spilled over the edges of my body, wrapping me in a warmth I never knew I could find in another human being. It was as if her light was pushing against my darkness, battling for dominance while her body pressed into my lips. I covered every inch of her body with my tongue, feeling her goosebumps against my skin. I grinned at the reaction, loving how she never attempted to hide from me.
She was a blank canvas, and every time we were together, she allowed me to paint on it whatever design I wanted. That was what I adored about her the most. Women always had secrets. They felt those secrets made them mysterious. More alluring, somehow. But I always found them to be a hassle. It was a chore, pulling secrets from a woman. It was as if every single secret was a test to see how hard I would work to get to know her.
But Hailey, she was completely open to me. With her thoughts. With her emotions. With her sounds. With her body. Every reaction, sound, and word that poured forth from her was honest. There wasn’t a bit of her I didn’t trust, and I was insatiably drawn to that.
I was drawn to her honesty in a world full of disgusting mistrust.
My hands slid down her sides while my tongue traced over to the dip of her waist. I felt her squirm and push, trying to get me to go where I knew I would eventually end up. She whimpered and gasped while my teeth grazed over her breasts, but the moment I got to the dip of her waist, she lunged so far up the bed, I thought she was going to hit the headboard.
“What was that?” I asked.
“I-I don’t know,” she said breathlessly.
See? Nothing but pure, beautiful honesty.
I never wanted to lose that dynamic with her.
I wrapped my lips around that spot again and a loud moan escaped her lips. I ran my teeth across it and felt her shiver against me. Every inch of her body was darting and weaving as I latched onto that spot against her body, and for a moment, I simply allowed my tongue to flutter around it. Her hands rushed to my hair, and her lips sputtered for words. Never had I seen her react this way to anything, and suddenly, I raced my fingers up her legs toward the place I knew she wanted me to be.
The heat her body was radiating threatened to singe the skin right off my fingertips as I parted her body to accept mine.
“Bryan. Oh, oh, my-... stop. You gotta... I don’t... I can’t take it. Please.”
I latched my teeth further into her, marking her skin as her back arched into me. Her jaw unhinged in a roar of pleasure as my fingers slid into her body, and then, she was rushing over the edge of her first orgasm. My name fell from her lips while my tongue danced along her skin, and I pressed against every edge of her I could until she finally collapsed back onto the bed. I felt myself coming alive against her skin as my lips trailed down to her pulsing bundle of nerves, and she lifted her eyes to look down at me.
They were half-hooded in pleasure while my lips pressed small, dainty little kisses in the areas I knew would make her jump the most.
Her legs locked around my body, and her thighs clamped down onto my cheeks. I could feel her pulling me deeper and deeper as I tasted the salted honey she had brewing for me. It never ceased to amaze me how unabashed she was in bed and how her sounds could swirl around my ears and blanket my body in comfort. Never had I been with a woman who was so open with her sounds and so unashamed of the way her body reacted when it came to my lips.
When it came on my lips.
I licked every inch of her between her legs while my fingertips ran along her swollen walls. The way her body undulated onto my tongue was nothing short of exotic, and all I wanted to do was hear my name fall from her lips again. I felt my arousal pressing deep into the mattress, ready and willing to take her whenever she wanted me. I wanted to hold her in my arms and look her in her eyes while we rushed over the edge together, but I could feel her bucking against my hand while she was chasing her own inevitable ending.
“Bryan. Yes. Just like that. Don’t stop, please. Don’t stop.”
My name tumbling from her lips was music to my ears every single time. Her back bowed like a tightened instrument, threatening to snap her body in two as her heels dug into my back. I parted my body from hers only to rush back up to her lips. I could feel her tongue dancing around my lips, drinking her essence off my skin as my body played at her entrance. She locked her legs around mine, pulling me closer as she offered herself to me. Her body was covered with a thin layer of sweat, her mind at a standstill as I searched for any sign of her wanting me to stop.
But all she did was raise her hips, taking my body within hers before we both gasped for each other’s breath.
My hands roamed her body while her fingertips dug into my back. I could feel her matching me thrust for thrust while we moved as one. The way her legs locked around mine and the way her hips rolled upward while she trembled with exhaustion was just another thing I had to admire about her. I quivered every time her fingertips raked down my muscles, pulling from me groans that found their home deep within the crook of her neck. Her lips puckered, planting kisses just behind my ear as my entire body raised in goosebumps.
This woman had me, body and soul, and I had no intentions of allowing her to let me go.
Breathlessly, the two of us moved with one another. I pulled her closer and closer as my knees dug into the mattress for leverage. My lips found hers, encasing them sloppily as her hands ran through my hair over and over again. I could feel myself sinking into her. The deeper she pulled me in, the more I never wanted to leave. She was succulent. Entrancing. Hypnotizing in a way I didn’t understand. She was free and vivacious, and all I wanted to do was bask in her presence and learn from her example. I wanted her to teach me how to be free. I wanted her to teach me how to let go. The further I dove into her body, the further I dove into her mind, the more I felt myself wanting to let go and the more I felt myself wanting to move forward.
I thrust harder into her, and her body bounced against me. Random words dripped from her lips as she whispered them into my ear. I breathed her in, her musky scent of sweat, sex, and the residue of her berry per
fume. It was a scent that was known only to her. Something I couldn’t find out in the world no matter how hard I tried. I wanted to bathe myself in it. I wanted to lose myself in it.
She clung to me, like two lost people on the rocky shores of a deserted island, and for the first time, I felt her truly vulnerable against me. She was whimpering and moaning, her voice getting higher and higher as I felt her body concaving into me. I pressed myself into her, rolling my hips deep as I pinned her to the mattress. Her breath pulsated on the tip of my nose, and for the first time since I’d struck this up with her, I saw something behind her eyes.
Fear.
The vulnerability she was experiencing made her afraid.