Rare and Precious Things (The Blackstone Affair 4)

Brynne knew how to suck my cock to perfection. She had all the moves down. The long drawing pulls that brought me to the back of her throat, down to the licks around the vein that fed it, to the squeezing of my balls at just the moment I needed to feel the pressure.

I let her work her magic, threw my head back and allowed her to take charge of my pleasure.

For a little while.

Until I was driven to make the switch and take control of things.

She was working me over skillfully, her wet, warm mouth sucking me deep into her throat when I felt my cock swell and my balls tighten. I wanted to be buried inside her sweet cunt when I came this morning, I decided.

So I pulled her off and up my body to straddle me. I lifted her quickly and found my target. She understood what I wanted without me asking and guided my cock home, bearing down to swallow me all the way to the root.

Beautiful. Fucking. Perfection.

She cried out at my invasion, throwing her head backward, making her hair fall behind her, arching her spine so I could get a really good view of my cock piercing her cunt over and over as we fucked as if our lives depended on it.

She knew. She knew exactly what I liked and how I liked it. My perfect sexual goddess.

As she rode my cock, she made sounds that were so fueled with sex it only served to push me harder. Gripping her hips, I worked her wickedly fast until the little cries she made changed their tone, flattening out in desperation, told me she was very close to coming.

“Look at me, baby. Give me those beautiful eyes of yours when you come all over my cock. Let me feel you cream all over me. I want to see your face when it happens.”

What passed between us after that was the stuff that makes memories you’ll never forget. I knew I would never forget how Brynne looked to me in that moment of complete possession—faced flushed with pleasure, nipples budded up tight, quivering above her ribs, hair settling over her shoulders and flowing down, eyes fiery with the look of satisfaction. Absolutely breathtaking.

She brought her head forward and looked down at me. Her smoky brown eyes flared and held onto mine. I felt the convulsions start within her, reflexively gripping around me as she went off. I felt my cock harden and swell, preparing to blow me into oblivion, on such a ride of pleasure, I reacted with hardly a thought of what I’d do to her when the explosion hit. My cock in her cunt, my mouth on her skin, my hands in her hair… Ethan inside Brynne. There was nothing else in existence in that moment.

I don’t know how much time passed, but when I could coherently take stock of the present moment, she was lying on top of me, still holding me within her body, breathing deeply. My mouth was glued to a spot on her neck, sucking softly and soothing with my tongue.

I pulled back and focused. Quite the mark on her elegant neck that I’d just made. It looked like I’d bit her, which I’d done before, and would probably do again. I couldn’t help some of the things I did to her when I lost myself in her. Thankfully, she never seemed to be bothered at all by the marks I made on her skin. I always felt guilty for losing control with her though, but realized the capability for it to happen was unique to her specifically. Brynne was my only experience with losing control like that during sex. She was the only one who had ever brought me to such a level of soul-baring exposure. She was the only person I trusted enough to even dare to take a step toward that place.

“I’ve given you one huge love bite this time, baby. I’m so sorry for marking—”

“—I don’t care, you know that,” she cut me off, lifting her head up to me.

“You might care this time,” I hedged, “because we have to go down to the big house and greet all those overnight guests that stayed at Hannah and Freddy’s.” I brushed my thumb over the sucking bruise that bloomed between the base of her neck and her ear, wondering what she would really say when she got a good look at it. “I’m a beast, what can I say?”

“You’re my lovely beast and I’m sure whatever you branded on me is fine. I’ll just cover it over with my hair.” She laid her head back down and nestled against me with a sexy yawn.

“Somebody is sleepy.”

“Well, yeah, that happens when you don’t spend much time actually sleeping the previous night,” she returned without a pause, bringing a hand to my ribs like she was going to go for another tickle.

I took her hand in one of mine and neutralized her potential attack, grabbing a lovely handful of her prized arse with my other, and squeezed. The feel of her soft curves in my hands made everything feel right with the world. “But we should probably get moving, baby,” I reminded gently, annoyed that we couldn’t just stay here in bed together and sleep for a few more hours.

“Now wait a minute, am I hearing you correctly? Whose idea was this wedding weekend extravaganza with a morning-after breakfast anyway, because I sure as hell know it wasn’t mine.”

She had a point. Our wedding had been much more of an event than either of us would have preferred, but when the plans were put into motion, the reasoning behind everything was very valid. As the ideas were laid down, I’d wanted as much exposure for her as possible; the higher profile the celebrity of a society wedding would bring, the better the insulation at protecting Brynne from her stalker. At the time none of us had known he was a rogue crazy named Karl Westman. I’d feared much higher levels were involved…and they were on the clean-up end. Of that I was certain. Westman had been taken down by US Secret Service. Threat eliminated and extinguished…by expert professionals who could make a person just disappear if they want to.

By the time Westman was out of the picture, our wedding plans were already deep in motion, and press releases gone out to the gossips rags. Too late to call any of it back, or change the guest lists, so we’d just gone along with what had been originally scheduled. Big wedding, numerous parties, weekend guests, a noisy send-off to our luxurious Italian honeymoon—all carefully constructed to publicize Brynne’s status as the wife of elite security, connected at the deepest levels to the British government.

And apparently, the trend of inviting select members to stay overnight to wish the happy couple off the morning after, was the “in thing” at the moment. I suppressed the urge to scoff at the idea. I couldn’t wait to get away with her. Just us. Alone in our own little world where everything was safe and peaceful and we could catch a breath.

I smiled at her and kissed her on the tip of the nose. “It was mine, my beauty. Blame me.”

She tilted her head up and cracked an eye open. “Blame you for the fact I’m sleepy due to a very busy wedding night, or the big hectic wedding neither of us wanted?”

I laughed at her logic. “Both. Guilty on all counts, Mrs. Blackstone.”

“Okay, so your punishment is getting the shower ready and carrying me in, because I don’t think I am capable of walking just yet. You know what your orgasms do to me.”