Eyes Wide Open

Her eyes flared and she rocked her spread hips against me in frustration. “Yes!”

“I’ll tell you a little secret, baby.”

“What?!” she protested, totally out of patience with me.

I positioned the bell end right at the gate of her sex and buried myself to the balls.

“Oh my God!” she yelped as she took me inside, her eyes rolling back for an instant.

“I love f**king you on walls.” I pounded her hard, the tight squeeze of her cunt pulsing around my c**k sending me reeling in a haze of instant pleasure so intense I didn’t know how long I could hold on. I wanted to last forever. “Remember the night I f**ked you on the wall in your flat?” I gritted out. “You felt so good then and you feel so good now.”

“Yessssssss,” she shuddered through the hard drilling, her hands gripping tightly for leverage. “I wanted you to. I loved it. I hated when you left afterward.”

She was nearly sobbing now as we worked ourselves into a frenzy together, totally merged in body and in mind. Brynne was right there with me the whole way. We connected so perfectly it almost hurt to feel it. Not almost—it f**king did!

Fucking Brynne hurt so good. It always had and I knew it always would.

“And what did I tell you to say to me that night, baby? It was the first time you told me.”

Her flashing eyes, hooded with pleasure, stabbed me hard, like my c**k was stabbing into her pu**y right now. “That I’m yours,” she breathed.

“Yes. You. Are.” I started adding a little circular twist to my strokes and felt her inner muscles grip tighter. “And now you’re gonna come all over me. One. More. Time!”

Brynne tensed hard and I felt spasms start within her depths, milking my c**k for everything she could. Oh f**k yes! She shuddered beneath me and began to make those soft sounds I loved to hear out of her—the ones that made me soar. Just like that, she came utterly undone in my arms as I speared into her with hot water streaming over us both.

Sent me to the outer reaches of the goddamn solar system and then some.

And thank holy f**k she did come then because if I’d had to hold on a second longer, I think I would’ve died. I watched her eyes widen as the climax hit her, loving the knowledge I’d made it happen, and then the glorious rise and crash of my own release as it blasted out of me and into her . . .

My teeth were nipping at her neck and my c**k still twitching inside her when I became aware of us. I don’t know what kept me on my feet, really. Just an automatic reaction, probably, because I was holding her up and didn’t want to drop her, but I wasn’t conscious of much beyond that. I was immersed in the complete and total sensual haze of Brynne and my love for her. The way I always felt afterward.

I grazed over her neck with my tongue and rocked the last bit of pleasure out between us, finding her mouth and kissing her deep. If there was a way to crawl up inside her, then I was there. I don’t know why it was that way with her and nobody else. It just was.

She opened her eyes slowly, so beautiful in her post-orgasm haze, giving me a sleepy smile.

“There she is,” I said.

She swallowed, making her throat move, bringing my eyes to the red mark I’d made on her neck with my teeth. I did that a lot, and I always felt guilty for marking her afterward. She never complained about it, though. Not once did she ever say anything to me in protest about what I did to her when we f**ked. Sometimes she hardly seemed real.

“I’m going to set you down, okay?”

She nodded.

I pulled out of Brynne slowly, relishing even that final slide of sensation, feeling the pang of loss because it was so good being inside her. She settled on her feet and wrapped her arms around me. We stood under the spray for a couple of minutes before washing off all the sex. Too bad. I know it made me a caveman, but I loved having my spunk all up in her.

I turned off the water and stepped out to grab towels. She let me dry her off, something I loved to do when we had time to spare, like now.

“I need to blow-dry my hair,” she said with a sigh.

I wrapped a towel around my waist and reached for the creamy yellow satin robe she’d brought. I helped her into it and tied the belt, pouting that she was no longer naked. “So sad having to cover these up. Tragic, really.” I cupped both of her gorgeous tits and squeezed them over the silky material.

She flinched.

“Did that hurt?”

“Not really, they’re just sensitive.” She yawned, bringing the top of her wrist up to her mouth to stifle it.

“You really do need a nap now. I’ve worn you out completely. Sorry, baby, I just can’t help myself. Forgive me?” I held her chin and brushed my thumb over her lips.

“Forgive you for what? That shower shag? No way, Blackstone.” She shook her head sharply.

“So you’re mad at me now?” Doubt crept in and I hated the feeling.

“Not at all. I loved revisiting the wall with you.” She laughed at me and erased all my dread.

“Okay, my beautiful tease, have a seat and let me comb out your hair.” I smacked her bum lightly and chuckled at her little bounce over to the vanity bench.

“Watch it, Blackstone,” she warned.

“Or what?” I challenged.

“I’ll cut you off from future wall shags. I can do that, you know . . . if I want to.” She narrowed her eyes at me in the mirror.

I worked the comb carefully through a section of hair and moved on to another tangled portion. “Ahh, yes you could, but why on earth would you do that, baby? You love my wall shagging almost as much as you love me combing out your hair. More, probably.”

She sighed at me. “I really hate it when you’re right, Blackstone.”

Fifteen minutes later, Brynne even sleepier and her hair dry, I tucked her into bed. She watched me dress and looked sexy as f**k twirling a lock of hair around her finger.

“What are you going to tell them?” she asked.

I came over and kissed her on the forehead. “That I shagged you to the point of sleep.”

Her eyes widened. “You wouldn’t . . .”

It was my turn to laugh. “Not a moron, baby,” I said pointing a thumb at my chest. “What do you think I’d tell them? That you’re taking a nap.” I shook my head.

“They’re going to think I’m a lightweight for crashing.”