Bryant: Give me time to get home. :)
Taylor: Okay. There’s something we need to talk about…
Bryant: Oh? Is there a problem?
Taylor: Let’s just discuss it in person.
Bryant: I should be home in about an hour.
It seemed that I had traded one worry for another—I didn’t have to worry about Shaina anymore, but Taylor’s message was ominous. Experience had taught me that it usually wasn’t a good sign when a woman said they needed to talk—but I had no idea what could have happened. We talked over the weekend—we traded a few dirty pictures—everything seemed to be fine. If the roles were reversed, I’m not sure I would have been as calm as she was when Dylan interrupted us—I certainly wouldn’t have been happy about being locked in a library all day like someone was ashamed of me. That wasn’t the reason—the reason we needed to keep things secret meant just as much to her as it did to me—possibly more. All I could do was drive to my house and wait—that didn’t do anything to ease the tension, especially when I heard her car pull up in the driveway.
“Hey…” I opened the door as she walked up the steps.
I decided not to wait and just let things unfold without having a say in it—the look on her face told me that she wasn’t happy. I immediately pulled her into my arms and kissed her before a word could leave those perfectly pouty lips. I felt hesitation for a moment, but then she melted into my embrace, and her kiss was as fierce as mine. Our lips stayed seared together as she crossed the threshold into my house, and I kicked the door closed because I didn’t want to take my hands off her. The kiss brought all of the passion to the surface, and I started kissing my way down her neck and up to her ear as soon as we were forced to gasp for air.
“What did you want to tell me?” I teased her ear with my lips as I whispered into it.
“I…” One single word; followed by a sigh.
“You want to pick up where we left off on Saturday?” I kissed her neck and squeezed her ass. “Was that it?”
“Yes…” She nodded and moaned when I moved my hands to the front of her jeans.
I didn’t think that was really what she intended to say—but I wasn’t going to press for more, because I was scared it would pull her out of my arms. If she was doubting what we had, or letting her thoughts get in the way of something, then I needed to show her how much I had craved her touch—her lips—and her gorgeous curves. I pulled at her clothes as we made our way to the living room—slowly—with the passion getting stronger by the second. We left a trail of clothes on the way to the couch and she wasn’t wearing anything but her panties when she fell against the cushions—and I was on top of her in an instant.
“I didn’t get a taste of you—not like I wanted.” I exhaled sharply into her ear. “I’m going to pick up right where I left off.”
“Wait…” She moaned and squirmed underneath me. “I—I can’t stay that long.”
“It won’t take long.” I slid my hand into her panties and started rubbing her pussy. “You’re already so fucking wet…”
“Just—make love to me…” she moaned.
There was something left unsaid—a but that lingered on her lips but never passed across them. Her eyes betrayed her. I wanted her more than I wanted anything else in the world in that moment, but something was truly bothering her. I started to lift up—it was better to say what needed to be said rather than let it linger—but Taylor no longer wanted to talk. She grabbed the front of my shirt and pulled me back down—her lips found mine, and I just let the concern fade away. Her kiss was filled with too much passion for the problem to be that serious—it could have been a million things, but only one of them mattered—she wanted me as much as I wanted her. I wrapped my fingers around her panties, stripped them off her hips, and she started furiously pulling at my clothes.
Whatever needs to be said can wait—obviously it’s not as important as the desire burning inside both of us.
“Those pictures were nice…” I squeezed her breasts, moved my hands down to her hips, and forced her legs apart. “But this is so much better.”
My shirt hit the floor, and I kicked off my pants as soon as she got them pushed past my hips. I grabbed the base of my cock, brought it to her wetness, and gently pushed my way inside her. Her pussy fit me like a glove—it was so fucking tight, but her body adjusted to me a lot faster than it did the last time we were together. A couple of gentle thrusts made her moan—a few more of those made her gasp—and then I was able to go deeper.
I silenced her next gasp with a kiss and started to thrust harder—it didn’t take many of those to bring our bodies together. She moaned against my lips as I began to ravage her mouth with my tongue, and my hips picked up speed. I finally had to pull away just to gasp for air, but my thrusts didn’t slow down. Her breathing got heavier, and she started to move her hips in unison with mine.
“You feel so fucking good—I missed you so much,” I leaned forward and growled into her ear. “You’re mine—nothing can change that.”
No words. No problems. Absolutely nothing. Whatever is bothering you—we can overcome it—just believe in what we have for one more night.
“Oh god…” She moaned louder, and her body began to shake. “You’re gonna make me come.”
“We may not have long—but I bet I can make you come a lot more than once.” I drove my dick as deep as possible and then started to hammer her pussy.
I knew every complication that could be bothering her—the ones that made sense at least. They were lingering in my thoughts too, and I wasn’t sure how we were going to get past them, but I was determined to find a way. She had done something to me—made me feel things that were practically forgotten before she walked into my life. Having her in my arms again confirmed what I already knew—letting her go was going to be impossible.
“Come for me,” I exhaled sharply into her ear. “You know you want to.”
“Yes!” She threw her head back and moaned.
Taylor’s pussy started to spasm, and I didn’t stop thrusting, even when the pleasure made my head spin. I wasn’t ready to let go—not yet. I wanted to see the bliss on her face and hear those sweet moans as she realized I could make her come as many times as I wanted. As soon as the first orgasm began to fade, and she was no longer shaking, I brought her to the edge of another one. It still wasn’t enough for me. The way she made me feel when she gave in was amazing—I wished I could get lost in that moment of euphoria forever. Nothing else mattered when we were together—all of those complications melted away as while we claimed the passion that existed solely for the two of us.