Whispers of a Broken Halo

“A G-string,” I whispered against her lips.

She nodded.

“It doesn’t cover up much,” I told her as I played with the string, tugging it so that it rubbed her clit roughly.

She bit her bottom lip and muffled a sound. Her eyes fluttered, and she moved against my hand. I’d started this, but I needed to stop it. No one was going to watch her come. That was for me alone. I moved my hand away, and her eyes opened. The distress from my stopping was clear on her face. My dick was aching. I should have known better than to put my hand down there.

“No one sees you come but me,” I told her.

She looked around, and we weren’t in anyone’s sight.

“At any moment, the server could return,” I said.

She looked so damn let down that I was tempted to chance it and get her off. I licked her off my fingers, and her eyes grew wide as she watched me.

“Rio?” she asked me then.

“Yes?”

“After dinner, can we go back to the apartment?”

I had planned to take her for a walk down the beach, but maybe that would be better for another day. “Is that what you want to do?”

She nodded.

“Why?” I asked, wanting to hear her say it.

I expected her to blush or lick her bottom lip nervously. Instead, she leaned closer to me, letting her breast graze my arm.

“Because I want you to fuck me,” she replied.

My hands fisted, my dick jerked in my damn pants, as if it had been called to action, and I clenched my jaw to get control of my thoughts.

“What is it? Don’t you want to?” she asked me, concern now in her gaze.

“God, yes. I just didn’t expect you to ask for it.”

“Why?”

I looked down at her, afraid to touch her. “Not something I expected from you.”

Her face flushed, and she looked down at her hands. “I’m sorry.”

She was misunderstanding me.

“Bryn, you don’t apologize for turning me on.”

“I was?”

All I could do was laugh. If she made me keep talking about this, we weren’t going to make it to the meal.

Chapter Thirty-Four

Bryn

The chicken was delicious, and so was the shrimp that Rio made me try. Everything about dinner was magical. I’d never been on a date, and he had made my first real date beautiful.

The ride back to the apartment, he didn’t say much, nor did he touch my leg. I worried something might be wrong, but one glance at his crotch told me it wasn’t anger keeping him silent. I squeezed my thighs together, trying to get some relief after seeing how hard he was.

My hand trembled as I unlocked the apartment door. Once the food had arrived, we had talked, and the sexual tension had eased. We’d eaten and had some champagne. It was the drive home when things had gotten intense. I stepped inside the house, and Rio pushed me in farther, then closed the door and locked it behind me.

I was going to ask him if he wanted something to drink when he picked me up and started walking back to my bedroom. His gaze was hard and intense. I held on to his arms until he put me back down in front of the bed.

“Take it off,” he ordered.

“My dress?” I asked.

“Take off the dress and panties. Leave the shoes on.”

He was unbuttoning his shirt, and it was already off before I even began.

I slipped my arms from the straps and let the dress fall to my waist. Rio stopped unbuckling his pants and was watching me. I had to shimmy to get the dress down over my hips and butt until it pooled at my feet. Rio began unzipping his pants, then slipped off his shoes while never taking his eyes from me.

“Panties,” he demanded.

I tugged them down until they, too, fell at my feet, and then I stepped out of my clothing.

Rio shoved off his pants, but his boxers remained.

He then knelt down in front of me and took my left foot, then removed my shoe. He did the same with my right foot.

“I could have taken them off,” I said, smiling down at him.

“Not when I’ve been thinking about it since you answered the door,” he replied, then stood back up.

“I’m going to lie on the bed, and you’re gonna sit on my face,” he said. “I need to lick that sweet pussy until it’s ready.”

“S-s-s-sit on your f-face?” I asked, terrified.

He grinned at my response. “Yes, baby. You hold on to the headboard and ride my face until you come. You’re in control of your orgasm. Just use my mouth to get off.”

Oh my God.

He lay back on my bed, and his erection was stretching the boxers until it was tented out in front. I climbed up on the bed and stopped to touch the tip of his penis.