I ditched my jacket and started working on my tie as I headed for the bedroom. I’m grateful I never made it in there, because I would have had a heart attack when I found our bed empty.
I stopped dead in my tracks when I spotted her stretched out on the sofa, her e-reader set on her stomach, iPod wired up with music, and just took her in. Her long legs tangled in a throw blanket, an arm stretched over her head, hair spread out beneath her.
Only the light from the city shining in through the bay windows lit the room, but it was plenty for me to see her with. She had on a pair of my black silk boxers and a little green top that showed enough of her soft curves to make me hard. It didn’t take much to bring me to life, regardless. The more we were forced to spend time apart, the worse I got with irrational need. I wanted her. All the time. Want. Need. Desire. I was losing my mind and I’m pretty sure Brynne knew it. She worried about me and that knowledge just made me love her all the more. I finally had someone who cared for me because of me, not how I looked or how much brass I happened to have.
Her eyes opened and she found me.
I stayed planted at least seven feet from where she was and kicked off my shoes. She sat up on the couch and stretched, arching her back and chest toward me in invitation.
We still hadn’t spoken a word to each other, but so much had already been communicated. We were going to go at it like beasts and it would be excruciatingly good. Like always. So . . . having a mutual strip show, huh?
Sounds goddamn perfect to me.
Me first. I had more clothes to get rid of than she did. I think I was smiling. If it wasn’t showing on the outside, I had a f**king clown grin going on the inside.
I worked the buttons on my shirt slowly, watching her watch me as her eyes grew smoky. I shrugged it off my shoulders and let it drop to the floor. I kicked it away with my foot and blinked at her.
Your turn, my beauty.
She did a move that I dearly love, and one she does so well it ought to be illegal. She raised her arms and crossed palms behind her neck and dragged them upward through her hair, flexing her neck in a stretch before bringing her hands back down to the bottom of her skimpy green undershirt. She peeked up at me and paused.
I growled low in my throat. Purely instinctual and utterly impossible to hold in. I needed to devour her right now.
Slowly she pulled the green scrap upward, revealing the satin skin of her stomach, a slight delay over the mound of her br**sts, and then a little bounce as they fell free, and the top went on a little fling through the air. She straightened her arms and set them palms down on the couch.
I took a step closer as I whipped my belt out of the loops and dropped it to the floor with a clank. My tongue rolled over my lips as I imagined how her perfect tits would taste once I got to them. So f**king sweet.
I unbuttoned and unzipped and let my trousers fall off my hips. They got the same kick across the hardwood as my shirt had received.
Brynne stuck two fingers in her mouth and pulled them out slowly, circling one of her ni**les, now budded up tight and dark pink.
Sweet Christ, I will surely die tonight.
I pegged her hard, willing her to understand me.
I need that mouth of yours on me, baby.
She looked up at me with hooded eyes and intercepted my message. She slipped her hands under the elastic at the waist of my shorts she liked wearing so much, and shifted her hips up, taking them off and along her legs. She dropped the black silk from her fingertips and leaned back like a goddess on a dais, her legs slightly curved, one arm stretched out, one bent at the elbow. It was a pose. Not unlike one she might do for a portrait. But this pose was just for me.
She looked so beautiful I almost didn’t want to move. I needed to drink her in first. I needed to get drunk on her. I could never get enough of looking at my Brynne.
I took a step and got rid of a sock. Another step and I lost the second one. It was just me and my shorts now.
Brynne licked her lips as I moved right to the edge and waited for her to touch me.
My body was wound tight as I could go, my balls ached and it was all I could do not to mount up and get buried inside her.
She sat forward and touched my c**k through the silk. I thrust it into her hand and rolled my head back. I felt the shorts going down my thighs and stepped out of them quickly. My shaft was gripped in one hand, my sac in the other. And then I felt her soft tongue on me.
“Fuuuuuuuck, baby . . .” I breathed as she took my c**k and worked it in and out of her mouth in deep pulls. She raised her beautiful eyes and met mine as she sucked me to the back of her throat over and over. Hot. Deep. Expertly. I wanted to hold my orgasm off but knew I wouldn’t be able to with the way she was working out my cock. It was too f**king good and I needed it too much. I was lost in her and it felt so goddamn wonderful, I never wanted to be found again. Lost for forever in this moment with her. I could die a happy death right now and I would definitely be smiling.
“Ahhh, fuuuck, I’m going!”
She pulled off my c**k and went for my balls with a lick and a squeeze. I wrapped my fist around the base of my c**k and jerked it hard. Once. Twice. Third time and I started to go off right into her open mouth. Sexiest f**king thing ever. My girl taking me down like that, her mouth open with her tongue out, waiting to catch my spunk.
Holy hell, I’ll be doing this again.
A shuddering roar came out of me as I erupted and was blown into next year.
When I became coherent again, I was on my knees with Brynne stroking my hair and my cheek resting on her lap. I was going to need a minute or two to come back down to Earth. “You know how to welcome your man home from a shit day,” I mumbled, starting to roam my hand up her smooth leg.
“I missed you tonight.” She spoke softly and kept rubbing my head. Her touch always felt divine.
“I missed you more,” I said on a groan, “I hate being away from you at night.”
She relaxed a little. I felt the change in her as she loosened under me. I inhaled deeply, breathing in her scent, the floral mixed with her skin that sent me into a sexual haze so very deep I’m sure I buried some of my humanity. My beast appeared at the scent of her arousal. Made me want to do very kinky things to her.
My head came up and my hands went to her knees. I spread her legs before me and stared at her bare pu**y. She was beautiful on display for me. Only me? I put that painful thought aside and focused on my treasure for the moment.
“Christ, you’re soaking, my beauty. You need some attention, don’t you?”