Rare and Precious Things
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Just watching her right now was enough to make me want her again, but it was the knowing that she now belonged to me totally, both emotionally and legally, that really did it for me.
I knew some would say I was completely pu**ywhipped for marrying off so fast and knocking her up, but I didn’t care what anyone thought. If the term fit me, well then, it was exactly what I needed to be, because my life before Brynne sure hadn’t been working for me. At least with her by my side, I felt like I had some small chance of being normal…
THE second time I woke, I knew it was morning, and I knew somebody else was awake too. I knew this because she was stroking my c**k with her hand and flicking her hot tongue over my ni**les. “Good morning to you,” I sighed in contentment.
She picked her head up and grinned at me. “Morning, husband.”
“I love the sound of that, baby. And I love how you’re waking me up on our first morning as man and wife.” I thrust my hips toward her hand to create more friction.
“I’m just getting started on you though. You had last night to be in charge. Now it’s my turn,” she said.
“Well, I am one f**king lucky bastard then.” I dragged her fully on top of me so I could have her mouth, and kissed her thoroughly. After a moment, I pulled back and held her face, searching for any signs of trouble. “Everything all right, my beauty?” I just wanted to make sure I hadn’t gone overboard with her the night before. I did worry about f**king too roughly, especially now that she was pregnant. I knew we’d have to tone it down as she got closer to the end of the pregnancy, but Dr. B had assured me, that for now at least, everything was on the table.
“Yes. Very much perfect I think.” She smiled at me, her eyes sparking a beautiful golden brown.
“Last night…was so amazing.” I kissed her again. “You were completely amazing.”
She got that shy little blush that happened when she thought about some of the really filthy stuff we did in bed. It made me just that much hotter for her. She allowed me to have her how I wished to and trusted me to treat her right. Her trust in me brought me to my knees, and I would never take that for granted. “So were you.” She stroked my length with a firm grip, pulling it into a little twist at the bell-end that got me painfully hard.
“…feels so f**king good,” I grit out.
“I know,” she said mischievously, and then scrambled down to take me in her mouth.
“Ahh…fuck yes! Yes, that’s it…” I lost the ability to form words so I just shut up and took what she gave to me so generously.
Brynne knew how to suck my c**k to perfection. She had all the moves down. The long drawing pulls that brought me to the back of her throat, down to the licks around the vein that fed it, to the squeezing of my balls at just the moment I needed to feel the pressure.
I let her work her magic, threw my head back and allowed her to take charge of my pleasure.
For a little while.
Until I was driven to make the switch and take control of things.
She was working me over skillfully, her wet, warm mouth sucking me deep into her throat when I felt my c**k swell and my balls tighten. I wanted to be buried inside her sweet cunt when I came this morning, I decided.
So I pulled her off and up my body to straddle me. I lifted her quickly and found my target. She understood what I wanted without me asking and guided my c**k home, bearing down to swallow me all the way to the root.
Beautiful. Fucking. Perfection.
She cried out at my invasion, throwing her head backward, making her hair fall behind her, arching her spine so I could get a really good view of my c**k piercing her cunt over and over as we f**ked as if our lives depended on it.
She knew. She knew exactly what I liked and how I liked it. My perfect sexual goddess.
As she rode my cock, she made sounds that were so fueled with sex it only served to push me harder. Gripping her hips, I worked her wickedly fast until the little cries she made changed their tone, flattening out in desperation, told me she was very close to coming.
“Look at me, baby. Give me those beautiful eyes of yours when you come all over my cock. Let me feel you cream all over me. I want to see your face when it happens.”
What passed between us after that was the stuff that makes memories you’ll never forget. I knew I would never forget how Brynne looked to me in that moment of complete possession—faced flushed with pleasure, ni**les budded up tight, quivering above her ribs, hair settling over her shoulders and flowing down, eyes fiery with the look of satisfaction. Absolutely breathtaking.
She brought her head forward and looked down at me. Her smoky brown eyes flared and held onto mine. I felt the convulsions start within her, reflexively gripping around me as she went off. I felt my c**k harden and swell, preparing to blow me into oblivion, on such a ride of pleasure, I reacted with hardly a thought of what I’d do to her when the explosion hit. My c**k in her cunt, my mouth on her skin, my hands in her hair… Ethan inside Brynne. There was nothing else in existence in that moment.
I don’t know how much time passed, but when I could coherently take stock of the present moment, she was lying on top of me, still holding me within her body, breathing deeply. My mouth was glued to a spot on her neck, sucking softly and soothing with my tongue.
I pulled back and focused. Quite the mark on her elegant neck that I’d just made. It looked like I’d bit her, which I’d done before, and would probably do again. I couldn’t help some of the things I did to her when I lost myself in her. Thankfully, she never seemed to be bothered at all by the marks I made on her skin. I always felt guilty for losing control with her though, but realized the capability for it to happen was unique to her specifically. Brynne was my only experience with losing control like that during sex. She was the only one who had ever brought me to such a level of soul-baring exposure. She was the only person I trusted enough to even dare to take a step toward that place.
“I’ve given you one huge love bite this time, baby. I’m so sorry for marking—”
“—I don’t care, you know that,” she cut me off, lifting her head up to me.
“You might care this time,” I hedged, “because we have to go down to the big house and greet all those overnight guests that stayed at Hannah and Freddy’s.” I brushed my thumb over the sucking bruise that bloomed between the base of her neck and her ear, wondering what she would really say when she got a good look at it. “I’m a beast, what can I say?”