by S. Cook
“This is going to be over pretty soon if you keep up with that,” he groaned, grabbing my wrists gently.
He lifted my hands to link behind his neck and then he cupped my breasts which already felt ripe with desire. He licked all around the swollen aureole and the effect on me was devastating. I cried out and arched my spine to surrender all of myself to his onslaught.
Groaning with delight, Brian closed his lips over one thick, rigid nub. Thousands of endorphins erupted to life in my brain and switched on each erogenous zone in my body. My fingernails raked along his back as I flung my head from side to side and cried out his name in total bliss.
He teased my other nipple with his fingers and set me off even further. I was half aware of the way I was rubbing my dripping center against his thigh, coating him in juices. Knowing full well I needed some kind of relief, he reached down between us and stroked my vulva until I started to form a pool all over the sheets beneath me.
“Brian!” I cried out. My fingers were fisted in his hair and I was lost in all the sensations from his mouth on my nipples and his hands caressing my breasts and pussy. The pleasure was so exquisite it was almost agonizing. There was no sanity in the way I felt about his touch and the electric pull of his lips and tongue on my flesh.
He pushed two eager fingers inside me and my center melted in one hotpot of ecstasy. I’d felt so cold and remote for so long in the past weeks that this new tumult of red-hot passion was almost too much to bear.
“Brian,” I pleaded, bucking into his hand. I needed so much more than the skillful thrust of his fingers probing against my hidden magic spot. I longed for something substantial and completely fulfilling to ease the ache threatening to get me totaled.
“I know, baby. Soon,” promised Brian, shifting from my breasts and venturing lower. “Just let me have one taste, baby. I need your nectar drenching my tongue like the last time. God, you blew my mind.”
I was incapable of stopping him as the next instant he had his face buried between my legs. His stiffened tongue immediately sought access within my entrance, stimulating the already sensitive inner tissues. My mouth fell open in a soundless gasp at the sensation of Brian pleasuring my folds so intently with his tongue and lips. He sipped at me, sucked, licked and plucked until I was a swollen, pulsing bundle of molten nerve cells. He drove in and out in a fast-paced dance with that meticulous tongue and I had no way to keep from screaming. To cap it all, he shifted attention to my clit and set off an almost instantaneous kinesis.
“Ooooooh,” I cried and it was never-ending, my body undulating alongside my long, aching moan of release. It had been so long since that last time – that first time when Brian had sent me up this same path of lavish enchantment.
He lifted up to kiss me and I was waiting, my mouth ready to receive him and drink my essences from his lips. At the same time, I spread my thighs wide apart and felt him settle against me, his tip grazing over my slit. Our mutual groan was filled with almost painful arousal. So hard and ready, he only needed to thrust his powerful hips and be embedded deep within my slick walls.
I met him mid-air, bucking my hips upwards to cleave myself to him in mind and body. My senses pulsated along with my inner muscles as I twitched and convulsed around his immense shaft.
“My love,” groaned Brian against my panting lips, “Tell me this feels good.”
“Yes. Yes it does. Feels perfect,” I moaned, moving in tandem with his surging cock.
He slid in slowly and painstakingly. The strain on his face from holding back was hypnotic to watch and I didn’t try to look away. He stretched me to the limit and I welcomed the feeling of fullness, of being a perfect fit with the one person that made my body sing.
My ankles linked around his waist and soon my heels were digging into the firm muscles of his ass which flexed with every rampaging thrust. I couldn’t keep still, rearing and writhing beneath my lover’s energetic glides in and out of my sheathe. Fast, then slow. Hard, then smooth, his every movement seemed paced with carnal intent to bring us both to finish at the appointed time. Never too soon or too late, but just in the right moment.
By this time a tingling had taken over my toes and trailed a volcanic path up through to my heart which pounded along with my brain. My eyelids parted long enough to find Brian’s gazed fixed on my face, and that did much to intensify my already immense compulsion to orgasm into a million fragments.
I’d reached too far beyond to turn back now. Crying out with fervent satisfaction, I came and came, bucking so strongly I drove him deeper inside me than ever before, my ribcage jarring from the impact.
Brian buried his face against my neck and jackhammered several body-shattering thrusts before he filled me with potent, liquid heat.
“Mine alone,” he rasped in my ear, collapsing against me for just a second and I clung to him, relishing the sensation of being crushed beneath his welcome weight. Next he was rolling off me and unto his back, pulling me close to snuggle against him. Tremors shook us both and it was several minutes before my head felt cleared of its climax-induced mist.
There was no need for words and I was glad. I only had to lift my head and we were kissing again. There was passion but no burning haste, just love.
Brian’s hand cupped my neck and his hold felt possessive, warm and even dominating, yet in the way that I loved. I felt a thrill thinking how much I still had to learn about him, but I already knew, in my heart all the things that made me love him. Anything else I’d find out would only make me love him more.
All was right with the world now, and it showed in the way we lingered in the sheets, reluctant to leave our fairytale haven. But in time, in between kisses and caresses, we made plans for the future.
Meeting each other’s families, planning our wedding, and making a future, together. Everything that once seemed out of reach for me just weeks ago, were now fully in my grasp.
Happiness, fulfillment, and faith.
I gazed into Brian’s unwaveringly affectionate eyes and knew I’d found it all in him. It made my heart soar knowing he felt the same about me and wasn’t disinclined to show it not just in deeds, but in words.
Brian’s love and support became a ray of hope that proved to me that life didn’t always have to be a bed of roses, but it could still hold true happiness not based on wealth or status, but on trust and love.
And I vowed never to forget it.
Chapter 21: Lydia
I wasn’t surprised when over the following days after being freed from Theo that I received a lot of calls from him promising me he wouldn’t lose so easily. I should’ve known he wouldn’t relish being rejected.
“You don’t have to worry about him,” Brian told me assuredly.
We were in my parents’ home, about to have dinner with my family.
He pressed warm lips to the crease of worry in between my brows.
“I promised you he’d never get the chance to hurt you again. In a week or two he’ll be too busy trying to not lose power over his company. I’ve been secretly buying up shares in his firm and will soon have controlling interest. It’s only a matter of time before he’s brought to his knees and if he keeps up with hounding my wife to be, I won’t be as humane as I intended. He’ll lose it all especially when I get to prove to the relevant parties how Theo has been involved in insider trading with some of his investment portfolios.”
“Oh dear,” I whispered, eyes wide. “You were able to dig up so much about him?”
“A lot more,” Brian confirmed. “He’s made a lot of his money through unscrupulous means and it has always been his stock in trade as a businessman to prey on the weaker ones. I can never forget what he tried to do to your family and to you – and knowing he dared lay a finger on you is going to make it near impossible for me to change my mind about this.”
I rested my head against his shoulder and held myself close to his body for a few moments.
“If he’s guilty of wrongdoing then he must face the music.
And yet...remind me never to make the mistake of getting on your bad side.”
“Now that could never happen,” he said, pulling me back so he could gaze warmly into my eyes. “You bring out the very best in me. Everyone’s commenting about how much I’ve changed, and I’d like to think that meeting you contributed to that. You give me plenty to look forward to in life. Before, I was simply going through the motions and fulfilling my obligations to those I loved.”
“I’m glad,” I said with a small, shaky smile. “And became my shining Knight. I felt like I’d been asleep a thousand years before you showed up and kissed me to life.”
“I’d do more than kiss you, but we have a dinner to enjoy with your family,” said Brian with that devilish smile that turned his eyes to gleaming coals. “I guess I’m going to spend the next few courses imagining it’s you spread out beneath me and my lips tasting and feasting on every inch of your delectable body. Well, maybe later.”
“Oh, not maybe,” I said, linking my arm with his and turning for the dining room. “Make that definitely.”
We shared secret smiles as we walked into the brightly lit room where my family was waiting, and my body already began to thrum in expectation. I was already calculating how long before it would be respectable to steal my fiancé away so he could fulfill all his promises.
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