“What have we here, my darling?”
“Brownies with vanilla ice-cream. The best dessert on the planet.” Her voice was flat.
“It looks decadent. Almost as delicious as you look tonight.”
She made a sound and then she got quiet. I saw her wipe at her eye and then I knew. I turned her and took her face in my hands. I hated when she cried. Not really the tears, but the sadness behind them. “Your dad—” She couldn’t finish but she’d said enough. I pulled her against my chest and drew her further into the kitchen so people couldn’t see us and just held her for a minute.
“You’re worried what he thinks?”
She nodded against me.
“He adores you, just like everyone else does. My dad is not a judgmental fellow. It’s not his way. He’s just happy to see me happy. And he knows what makes me happy is you.” I put my hands on each side of her face again. “You make me happy, baby.”
She looked up at me through sad, beautiful eyes that sparkled and brightened as she comprehended my words. “I love you,” she whispered.
“See?” I poked at my chest with a finger. “Very happy guy.”
She kissed me on the lips and made my heart thud hard inside.
“Dessert…” she said, motioning toward the counter, “the ice-cream is going to melt.”
It’s a good thing she remembered because I sure wouldn’t have. “Let me help you with that,” I said, “the sooner we serve them, the sooner they can go home, yeah?” I started picking up dessert plates and moving them out to people. If nothing else, I am a man of action.
I woke up to a whole lot of noise and fitful movement next to me. Brynne was having a dream. As in, not a nightmare, but a dream. At least it sure looked like it to me. She was writhing all over the place and scissoring her legs. Grabbing at her t-shirt and arching her body. She must be having a really nice f**king dream. And it better be me she’s f**king in her dream!
“Baby.” I put a hand on her shoulder and shook a little. “You’re dreaming…don’t be scared. It’s just me.”
Her eyes flew open and she sat up immediately, looking around the room until her gaze fixated on me. God, she was wildly beautiful with her hair all down her shoulders and her chest heaving. “Ethan?” She reached out a hand.
“I’m right here, baby.” I took her hand in one of mine. “Were you dreaming?”
“Yeah…it was weird.” She left the bed and went into the loo. I heard water running and a glass being set down on the counter. I waited in bed for her to come back and after a couple minutes she did.
Boy. Did. She.
She slinked out stark naked with a look in her eyes that I’d seen before. A look that says, ‘I want sex and I want it NOW.’
“Brynne? What’s going on?”
“I think you know,” she said in a sultry voice as she climbed on top of me and looked down, her hair falling forward like a pleasure goddess intent upon ravaging me.
Oh, f**k yes!
My hands went up to her br**sts without a thought. God! I cupped all that soft flesh in my hands and drew them toward my mouth. She arched and began grinding over my c**k which was now as wide awake as my brain. I forgot about her being out of commission because she sure wasn’t acting like she was out of commission.
I got my mouth over her nipple and sucked it in deep. I loved the taste of her skin and could play for ages before I was ready to give her beautiful tits up. I took the other nipple and bit down a little, wanting to take her to that edge where a little pain made the pleasure so much better. She cried out and pushed harder against my mouth.
I felt her hand slip under the boxers I’d worn to bed and wrap around my cock.
“I want this, Ethan.”
She hopped off my hips and her nipple left my mouth with a pop. I didn’t have time to protest the loss before she went to work on removing those annoying shorts and getting her lips down around the bell end of my cock. “Ahhh, God!” I threw my head back and let her go to work on me. It was so f**king good my balls ached. She was really good at this. I got a handful of her hair and held her head while she sucked me to the brink of orgasm. I so wished I could go off inside her instead of her mouth. I preferred to be up in her deep when I came, with my eyes locked onto hers.
Well, my girl had more surprises in store for me because she said, “I want you inside me when you come.”
How in the hell did she just do that?
“Is it okay?” I managed to gasp out as she moved up to leverage herself.
“Umm hmm,” she moaned, pushing up on her knees to straddle me and back down to swallow my c**k all the way to my balls.
I don’t know how it didn’t hurt her. Maybe it did, but it wasn’t me doing it, it was her taking what she most obviously wanted. If you insist!
“Ohhhh, fuuuuck!” I yelled, latching onto her hips and helping her out.
Brynne went wild, riding me hard, rubbing her sex where it did her the most good. The pounding rhythm exploded between us, and what was coming, I knew would be huge. I felt the tightening start but desperately needed to bring her with me. There was no way I was coming without her at least joining me in the fun. I didn’t operate like that.
I felt her inner core squeezing me tight and hot as she worked herself up and down. I snaked a hand down between her legs to meet where our bodies joined and found her clit through all that wet and slippery. I wished it was my tongue, but made do with my fingers and started stroking.
“I’m coming…” she panted.
She’d said it like that before, so soft and delicate. Those two words. It made me crazed to hear it from her again. It did because it was me making her fly apart, and she gave up everything to me in the instant when it happened.
Her soft words also sent me tumbling over the edge.
“Yes you are, baby. Come. Now. Come all over me!”
I watched her go and follow my command like an expert. She squeezed and cried and gripped and shuddered.
“Ohhhhhh, Ethaaaaan! Yes. Yes. Yes!”
Coming on command. That’s my girl, who does it when I tell her to. I’m such a lucky, lucky bastard.
I loved every part of watching her. Of feeling her pleasure. And when I felt myself start to go off, I slammed her down one final time while I thrust up in her as far as I could get and let it fly.
The hot flood of sperm jetted out and into her depths. I felt every spurt in sharp bursts and rode the wave of pleasure in a f**king daze, barely conscious of where my hands were gripping anymore or of what my body was doing. I got to look into her beautiful eyes though.
“Brownies with vanilla ice-cream. The best dessert on the planet.” Her voice was flat.
“It looks decadent. Almost as delicious as you look tonight.”
She made a sound and then she got quiet. I saw her wipe at her eye and then I knew. I turned her and took her face in my hands. I hated when she cried. Not really the tears, but the sadness behind them. “Your dad—” She couldn’t finish but she’d said enough. I pulled her against my chest and drew her further into the kitchen so people couldn’t see us and just held her for a minute.
“You’re worried what he thinks?”
She nodded against me.
“He adores you, just like everyone else does. My dad is not a judgmental fellow. It’s not his way. He’s just happy to see me happy. And he knows what makes me happy is you.” I put my hands on each side of her face again. “You make me happy, baby.”
She looked up at me through sad, beautiful eyes that sparkled and brightened as she comprehended my words. “I love you,” she whispered.
“See?” I poked at my chest with a finger. “Very happy guy.”
She kissed me on the lips and made my heart thud hard inside.
“Dessert…” she said, motioning toward the counter, “the ice-cream is going to melt.”
It’s a good thing she remembered because I sure wouldn’t have. “Let me help you with that,” I said, “the sooner we serve them, the sooner they can go home, yeah?” I started picking up dessert plates and moving them out to people. If nothing else, I am a man of action.
I woke up to a whole lot of noise and fitful movement next to me. Brynne was having a dream. As in, not a nightmare, but a dream. At least it sure looked like it to me. She was writhing all over the place and scissoring her legs. Grabbing at her t-shirt and arching her body. She must be having a really nice f**king dream. And it better be me she’s f**king in her dream!
“Baby.” I put a hand on her shoulder and shook a little. “You’re dreaming…don’t be scared. It’s just me.”
Her eyes flew open and she sat up immediately, looking around the room until her gaze fixated on me. God, she was wildly beautiful with her hair all down her shoulders and her chest heaving. “Ethan?” She reached out a hand.
“I’m right here, baby.” I took her hand in one of mine. “Were you dreaming?”
“Yeah…it was weird.” She left the bed and went into the loo. I heard water running and a glass being set down on the counter. I waited in bed for her to come back and after a couple minutes she did.
Boy. Did. She.
She slinked out stark naked with a look in her eyes that I’d seen before. A look that says, ‘I want sex and I want it NOW.’
“Brynne? What’s going on?”
“I think you know,” she said in a sultry voice as she climbed on top of me and looked down, her hair falling forward like a pleasure goddess intent upon ravaging me.
Oh, f**k yes!
My hands went up to her br**sts without a thought. God! I cupped all that soft flesh in my hands and drew them toward my mouth. She arched and began grinding over my c**k which was now as wide awake as my brain. I forgot about her being out of commission because she sure wasn’t acting like she was out of commission.
I got my mouth over her nipple and sucked it in deep. I loved the taste of her skin and could play for ages before I was ready to give her beautiful tits up. I took the other nipple and bit down a little, wanting to take her to that edge where a little pain made the pleasure so much better. She cried out and pushed harder against my mouth.
I felt her hand slip under the boxers I’d worn to bed and wrap around my cock.
“I want this, Ethan.”
She hopped off my hips and her nipple left my mouth with a pop. I didn’t have time to protest the loss before she went to work on removing those annoying shorts and getting her lips down around the bell end of my cock. “Ahhh, God!” I threw my head back and let her go to work on me. It was so f**king good my balls ached. She was really good at this. I got a handful of her hair and held her head while she sucked me to the brink of orgasm. I so wished I could go off inside her instead of her mouth. I preferred to be up in her deep when I came, with my eyes locked onto hers.
Well, my girl had more surprises in store for me because she said, “I want you inside me when you come.”
How in the hell did she just do that?
“Is it okay?” I managed to gasp out as she moved up to leverage herself.
“Umm hmm,” she moaned, pushing up on her knees to straddle me and back down to swallow my c**k all the way to my balls.
I don’t know how it didn’t hurt her. Maybe it did, but it wasn’t me doing it, it was her taking what she most obviously wanted. If you insist!
“Ohhhh, fuuuuck!” I yelled, latching onto her hips and helping her out.
Brynne went wild, riding me hard, rubbing her sex where it did her the most good. The pounding rhythm exploded between us, and what was coming, I knew would be huge. I felt the tightening start but desperately needed to bring her with me. There was no way I was coming without her at least joining me in the fun. I didn’t operate like that.
I felt her inner core squeezing me tight and hot as she worked herself up and down. I snaked a hand down between her legs to meet where our bodies joined and found her clit through all that wet and slippery. I wished it was my tongue, but made do with my fingers and started stroking.
“I’m coming…” she panted.
She’d said it like that before, so soft and delicate. Those two words. It made me crazed to hear it from her again. It did because it was me making her fly apart, and she gave up everything to me in the instant when it happened.
Her soft words also sent me tumbling over the edge.
“Yes you are, baby. Come. Now. Come all over me!”
I watched her go and follow my command like an expert. She squeezed and cried and gripped and shuddered.
“Ohhhhhh, Ethaaaaan! Yes. Yes. Yes!”
Coming on command. That’s my girl, who does it when I tell her to. I’m such a lucky, lucky bastard.
I loved every part of watching her. Of feeling her pleasure. And when I felt myself start to go off, I slammed her down one final time while I thrust up in her as far as I could get and let it fly.
The hot flood of sperm jetted out and into her depths. I felt every spurt in sharp bursts and rode the wave of pleasure in a f**king daze, barely conscious of where my hands were gripping anymore or of what my body was doing. I got to look into her beautiful eyes though.
