All In (The Blackstone Affair 2)

She purred at me and her eyes flared as I palmed her other breast and found her tight budded nipple. She had sensitive nipples and I loved to devour them. And make her want me. This was the real motivation if I was honest. Making Brynne want me was my obsession.

I moved her hair aside and latched onto her neck with my lips. I loved the taste of her skin and how she responded when I touched her. We had chemistry together, and I knew this from the very beginning. Right now she was arching into my chest, bumping her breast further into my hand. I pinched the nipple and relished the sound she made when I did that. I knew where this was leading, or where I wanted it to lead. Me moving inside her, making her come, her getting that soft, gorgeous look in her eyes after she climaxed. I lived for that look in her eyes. That look drove me into behaviors I had never even considered before with a woman.

She started to grind on my lap. Her hips rocking over my now very aroused cock under the thin fabric of the joggers, making me envision all sorts of kinky things I could try. And man did I want to try out some kink with her.

I snaked my hand up through the leg of the silk boxers she had on and right to her cleft. Easy access. And so fucking wet for me I could only forge ahead for more. She made sounds when I touched her quim and started circling over her tight bud of a clit that wanted my cock knocking against it. She wanted me. I made her want me sexually. If it was the best I could do with her for now then I would take what I could get. I wanted more from my Brynne though. So much more.

I dragged my mouth away from her neck and my hand from her pussy and lifted her off my lap to stand before me. I stayed in the lounger and flicked my gaze over her. “Strip for me.”

She wobbled on her feet a bit, looking down at me, her expression unreadable. I didn’t know what she would do with the command, but I didn’t care. I was about to find out and the thrill of the challenge hardened me to iron.

“But we’re outside…” She turned to look off the balcony and then back to me.

“Get naked and climb back on top of me.”

She started breathing heavier and I still wasn’t sure what she would do, but I told her anyway. Brynne liked it when I was blunt.

“No one can see. I want to fuck right here, right now, under the stars,” I said.

She stared me down with those eyes of hers whose color cannot be named and brought her hands to the bottom of her t-shirt. She swept it up and off in a blink, but held it in one hand for a moment before releasing the fabric and letting it drop to the floor of the balcony. That delay, that look she gave me was pure unadulterated sexy. My girl knew how to play this game. She also had the most gorgeous tits in the world.

She moved to the waist band of the shorts next. Her thumbs dug in under the elastic. My mouth began to water as they started down. She bent gracefully and stepped out of my silk boxers. She stood utterly bare for me, legs slightly parted, her hair wildly mussed from sleep, waiting for me to say what to do next.

“God, just look at you. There’s nothing you could tell me that would change how I feel about you, or make me want you less.” My cock pounded with its own heartbeat, dying to spunk her up. “Believe me,” I told her, my tone carrying a bit of a sting.

She got a look on her face that suggested my words relieved her. Brynne still had so much doubt in her about how her past might change my feelings for her. I have to work on showing her that it’s inconsequential to me. “Come here, beautiful.”

She came to me and crawled onto my lap again, folding her legs and settling right over my cock with only a layer of soft cotton separating our skin. I went for her tits first, cupping one in each hand and squeezing. They filled my hands exactly, not overflowing but a soft weight that tantalized with the promise of claiming another part of her body for my own. Perfection.

She arched back when I bit over a nipple. Not hard, but enough to give her a little twinge and then a glorious moan when I soothed it with my tongue. I wondered how she’d do with clamps. I bet I could get her to orgasm. In fact, I pretty much knew I could. She would be something magnificent to watch when it happened. I worked over the other breast and felt her stiffen, curling back in my arms, all splayed out and warm…and gorgeous.

I had to be inside her. To feel Brynne orgasm around my fingers or tongue or cock was an indescribable sensation, one I had become addicted to. I moved my hand down her back, sliding over her bum in a trail, going further down and underneath to meet her wet slit from behind. She gasped a soft sound when my fingers touched her quim, and moaned when they penetrated her wet heat in a deep grip.

“You’re mine…” I told her in a whisper, just inches from her face. “This pussy is mine. All the time…whether it’s my fingers…or my tongue…or my cock.”

She flared her eyes at me as my fingers went to work. I took her mouth and buried my tongue as far as I could in tandem with what my fingers were doing between her thighs. Those gorgeous thighs spread open over my lap because I’d told her to do it.

I was so sexed out I’m sure I was too rough with her, but I couldn’t seem to rein it in. She didn’t protest, and if she had, I would’ve stopped. Every response, every sound and sigh, every undulation over my cock, told me that, in fact, she got off on it. Brynne liked me dominant when we fucked and I loved her exactly how she was with me.

Holding her this way, with my arm down behind her ass, forcing her ever closer against me was something I had to do. I wanted her to understand that I couldn’t let her go again. I wouldn’t let her go.

I guess it was the need inside me to possess her. I’d needed the control during sex before, but not like this. Brynne did something to me I couldn’t even comprehend. Never before had I felt this way. Only with her.

I tugged her weight up off my hips. She got the idea and held herself suspended, enough for me to let go and to shove down the waist of my joggers. Not the easiest of tricks, but required if I wanted to be in her, and she seemed so on board with my plan. I held my cock straight up and told her on a harsh breath, “Right here. And fuck me good.”

I think I might have actually got a tear or two in my eyes when she slid down on me and started to move. I know I wanted to. I felt my eyes water at the first touch of her cunt surrounding my cock with all that slippery, lush heat, and during the wild ride as she bucked up and down, shagging me into oblivion. And then again when I blew my load inside her. I managed to pull another orgasm from her with my thumb rubbing her sweet spot, and cherished every whimper and sound she made as she reached her peak a moment later. She came hard all around me. My name on her lips as it happened was the best though. Ethan…

When she collapsed on top of me, my cock was still in spasms, buried inside her deep, rocked by the convulsions as her inner muscles grabbed and pulled. I was certain I could stay inside her forever.

I held us together, never wanting to separate our bodies. We stayed out on the deck for a while. I just held her to me and rubbed up and down her spine with my fingertips. She nuzzled against my neck and chest, and felt very soft and warm despite it being night, and we were outside, and she was totally naked. I pulled the throw blanket off the other lounger and drew it around her.

For the first time I understood what people meant when they said they cried because they were so happy.

7

“Go ahead and pick out the one you like for today,” I told her. Brynne grinned from my wardrobe door and then disappeared back into it.

“Well, I love the purple ones, but I think today we’ll go with this one,” she a