All In (The Blackstone Affair 2)

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 gripped 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 quim 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.

“Oh, God, Ethan!” she cried softly, convulsing as her climax took over.

“Uh huh,” I groaned, barely able to speak. “Now, you’re going to do that again!” I told her as I moved up and aligned my cock. I flinched when our parts touched, like a jolt of electricity charging me. Our eyes met and hers widened in that instant before I took her.

I buried my cock on a hard slick thrust, unable to deny myself for another second. She moaned the sexiest sound I’ve ever heard when I sank down into her. Fuck, she felt good—tight and hot and swallowing me in, her inner muscles clenching around me through the force of her ongoing climax. It was something so fine it frightened me to understand the power she held over me. Brynne held me captive as she had done from the first. Sex was no different. She held me captive all of the time.

She moved with me, accepting every stroke like she needed it from me to live.

“I’m going to fuck you until you come again!”

And I did.

Brynne took it all; every pounding drive of my cock into her sweet cove, the sound of our bodies slapping together filling the air, bringing us closer to the end. I loomed over her face with mine, gripping her eyes with mine, owning her body with mine. I saw only her. I felt only her. I heard only her.

She tensed deep inside and rolled her eyes back, her mouth falling open. I took that too. I covered her lips with mine and thrust inside with my tongue. I swallowed her cries when she started to orgasm and gave her mine when the rush hit me in the balls. This was going to be immense—a blast of something indescribable, pleasure that belied words to express what it felt like, shot up my cock. I could only get lost in her and ride it out as I fell into oblivion with the explosion.

My body slowed to a stop and just stayed buried inside her, still convulsing through the pulses. I didn’t want to ever leave where I was. How could I?

Time stilled and we breathed. The simplest task of taking in oxygen was all consuming. I could feel her heart pounding beneath my chest and the little spasms of pleasure being drawn out to the last around my cock from the tight walls of her quim. So fucking good.

When I could bear to pull my mouth away from her skin, I hovered over her face, searching her eyes for something good. I was afraid for what I might see. The last time we’d been like this together, very bad things happened in the next moments. She told you to get off her and walked out the door.

“I do love you.” I whispered the words barely audible just inches away from her face and watched her eyes grow luminous and then wet. She started to cry.

Not really the reaction I’d hoped for. I pulled out of her body and felt the gush of wet between us. But Brynne surprised me yet again. Instead of distancing herself, she burrowed right up against my chest, held on to me and sobbed quietly. She wept but wasn’t trying to get away from me. She was seeking comfort. I realized I would never understand a woman’s mind.

“Tell me everything will be okay…even if it won’t…” she said between sobs.

“It will be, baby. I’ll make sure.” I wanted a Djarum so bad I could taste it. Instead I held her against me and stroked over her hair, twining my fingers through its silkiness over and over again until she stopped crying.

“Why?” she asked after a while.

“Why what?” I kissed her forehead.

“Why do you love me?” Her voice was low but the question very clearly heard.