Sean

by Desiree Wilder

  After I hung up with them, I threw Brynn’s clothes in the wash with mine. I stood above the washer after it had filled and watched them for a minute with a big, fat smile on my face. I probably would’ve watched the entire cycle if it hadn’t been for my phone ringing.

  It was Maria calling to check on Brynn. I told her I was forcing her to sleep in and she laughed.

  “She actually listens to you, huh?” she said. “All she ever did was roll her eyes at me when I tried to tell her what she should do.”

  “Yeah, she’s a stubborn one,” I said. “Thank you, Maria, for bringing her here last night. I don’t know how much longer I could’ve waited before I would’ve had to come after her.”

  “You’re welcome, and if it means anything, I know she wanted to long before last night. She just couldn’t. She had something to prove to herself.”

  “That means a lot,” I told her. “I’m glad she took the time to do what she had to, but I’m elated that she’s here now and giving me another chance. I love her, Maria, and I want to take care of her.”

  “Good luck with that.” She laughed. “Take this however you want to, but she mentioned the fact that you’d asked her to move in with you more times than I could count.”

  “Really? Good to know. Thanks.” I really hoped that meant what I thought it did.

  ***

  It was one-thirty in the afternoon when I heard the shower in my bathroom come on. I smiled. I felt all warm and fuzzy inside knowing Brynn was there. I made her some tea and waited for her to emerge. She walked in wearing my sweats and t-shirt. Her hair was damp and sexy and her bare feet slapped against the wood floor as she ran to me and hopped onto my lap.

  She put her soft hands on my face and kissed me like the first time. Every hair I had stood as my body responded to her. God, I’d missed kissing her. It felt new, yet familiar, and as I pressed my hands against her back, I sighed. I’d been holding my breath for four months and was finally able to exhale again.

  “I used your toothbrush,” she said.

  “That’s why you taste deliciously minty.” I squeezed her and she squeezed back, arms, legs and all. I took another deep breath and closed my eyes as I exhaled. “I’d be happy to take you to get your own toothbrush…and your other things.”

  “I thought you liked me in your sweats.” She pretended to be offended.

  “I love you in my sweats, especially when I’m wearing them, but I want you to have your things here, too.” She pulled back and studied my face. I nodded. “I want all of your things here. I want your clothes and shoes scattered all over our bedroom. I want your makeup and hair products cluttering our bathroom vanity. I want your razor, body wash and shampoo shoved into our little shower caddy. I want you, in our bed, every night.” A smile took over her entire face, all the way up to her hairline. She nodded. My heart beat fast as I stood and danced around the kitchen. She leaned her head back, giggling, as she held on tight.

  “You know I’m very organized, right?” she asked when we sat down again.

  “Yes.” I chuckled. It made her uncomfortable just thinking about her things strung about the house. She was borderline OCD about it and I loved her little quirk.

  “Sean, there’s so much to talk about, so much to do and figure out. I have to be honest, I’m feeling a bit overwhelmed these days, and as much as I love where we are right now, I’m feeling very anxious.” She was still her sweet, honest, self.

  “Take a deep breath,” I told her. “Look into my eyes. You have a lot on your plate right now, I know that. I want to hear everything about the last four months of your life and I want to talk about you and me and what happened, and how we’re never going to let that happen again. I want to deal with the situation about your dad and help you through all that. It’s all important stuff and it’s all swimming around in your beautiful little head, making you anxious. The most important thing right now is us. We’re going to face all of those things together, as a team. Let’s take today off from anything that isn’t us, because as long as I have you, I’m not scared or anxious to face all of those things and anything else life is going to throw at me, and I want you to feel the same way about me.” She took another deep breath and nodded.

  “Actually, I do feel the same way about you. Thank you for reminding me to stop and smell the roses. I’ve been so busy lately I haven’t been taking the time. I knew if I stopped for a second I was going to lose control. I can finally stop running and just breathe.” She closed her eyes and took another deep breath. She smiled and opened her eyes. “Let’s make love.” Hallelujah! Hallelujah! Hallelujah, hallelujah, halleelujahhh!

  I carried her to our bed and slowly undressed her as she smiled at me with anticipation. Her body was softer and smelled sweeter than I’d remembered. I tasted her vanilla beneath my body wash she’d used in the shower and it took me all the way back to the beginning. Her fingers played in my hair, sending waves of heat across my shoulders and down my back. She arched her back as her body responded to my touch.

  My fingers traced her jawline and down her neck before they held her breast for my hungry lips. She moaned as I sucked each nipple and pressed my thigh between her legs. She dug her fingers into my back as she raised her hips tighter against me. As her thigh pushed against my cock and balls, I gasped. The sensation exhilarated me. It felt as though it had been released from a four month lock down, allowed to stand tall again and eager to please.

  “Mmm,” I moaned as my tongue hit her clit and circled it.

  “Ahh…god, Sean.” She squeezed her thighs against my cheeks and threw her head back.

  She was my favorite flavor and I was hungry. I hadn’t intended on making her come orally, but once I had a taste of her I couldn’t help myself. I spread her lips apart with one hand while I ran my tongue from above her clit all the way down and inside her. Wetness escaped her, which made a warm, slippery entrance for my fingers to enjoy. As I felt her build and watched her arch, I almost came myself. I’d always loved how beautiful she was when she came. I pressed against her as she rode it out and licked her softly as she shuddered after.

  “Fuck,” she whispered. “I wanted to make love, not release four months of built up orgasms on you at once…Fuck…That was intense. Get up here.” She smiled down at me as I gazed up at her.

  “I like it down here,” I told her. “I’m thinking about staying a little longer.” I kissed the inside of her thigh as I slid my finger inside her and then up and around her clit. She smiled and watched as I played. I started slowly, teasingly as she recovered from her sensitivity. I spread her lips wide again as I pressed my tongue fully against her. She squirmed under me and I increased intensity as she grew aroused and started to build again.

  “Sean, I forgot how you feel inside me, please,” she begged. It filled me up and I wanted to be inside of her immediately. I went to her and kissed her passionately, giving her a taste of herself. She took control of the kiss, chasing my tongue, sucking and biting my lip. I reached for my drawer. “No.” She pulled my arm back. “No condom. I want to feel all of you. It’s okay.” Her eyes were sweet and assuring.

  “I want to feel all of you, too,” I told her. I was so completely in love with her and every inch of her. We held each other’s eyes as I pushed into her. She was warm and tight and oh, so fucking worth the wait. I kept it slow as I savored every inch, every time. She squeezed my ass as she tilted her hips to meet my almost agonizingly slow leisure pace. I watched her as I slid in and out, and as she watched me, I knew she appreciated the gesture, but was hoping to get fucked hard in a minute, or less.

  I picked up the rhythm and met her smile with my own. Her hips bucked faster and I thrust harder as she pulled her head up and sucked my neck and bit my lobe. “I missed you,” she whispered and I came undone. It was intense, uncontrollable, and fucking mind-blowing. I almost missed her come as I was so busy ‘oohing’ and ‘aahing’ over my own release. When I came back to earth and felt her pulsating around me I kis
sed her smiling lips.

  “I missed you, too,” I whispered. I fell down beside her and caught my breath as I watched her do the same.

  “I’ve never felt as content as I do right now,” she said as she turned her head to face me. The look on her face was much different than it had been earlier. She’d done what I’d asked and pushed aside everything that we’d deal with later and made time just for us. I put my hand on her face and caressed her cheek with my thumb.

  “That makes me very happy,” I told her. “I learned about two months ago that the only thing harder than losing someone tragically was losing someone selfishly. I knew I had to open up again, completely, and show you, tell you, prove to you that I not only could, but did, fall hopelessly, madly in love with you. I’m sorry for staying in pause mode for so long. I was scared and a coward, like you said. I love you so much, Brynn. You’re the reason everything in my life before I met you happened. Everything led up to you. You’re the last chapter, the answer, the one. So, I too, am content as I’ve ever been. My life starts here, right now, with you.” She reached out and wiped my tears as I wiped hers.

  “Wow.” She took a deep breath. “In my most romantic fantasy I could’ve never even imagined someone saying something like that to me. Before I met you I couldn’t get angry, or raise my voice, or even cry. I had no passion. I was going through the motions without feeling any emotions. You made me feel it all. Some of it was through pure joy and some of it was through pure agony, but I wouldn’t trade it, any of it, because a life with no passion is no life at all. You are my passion, my emotion, my love.” Jesus, my heart was beating so fast I was lightheaded. She’d come so far since we’d met and I was so proud of her.

  We faced each other, smiling like love-sick teens for a while. I could’ve stayed that way forever, but she said she was hungry. She was hungry! The smile on my face must’ve been all-telling.

  “You think I don’t notice how you react when I’m hungry or when I’m not or how much I eat or don’t eat, but I do,” she said accusingly. She was so aggravating sometimes!

  “I love you, baby. Don’t ever change.” I grabbed her and kissed her while she giggled which turned me on. “Pizza?” I asked.

  “Mmm,” she said, which turned me on even more. I grabbed my phone and ordered one.

  “We’ve got thirty minutes,” I told her as I tossed my phone on the floor and pulled her on top of me.

  “What are you suggesting?” She raised her brow. “Are you suggesting that I do this?” She rubbed herself against my hardness. “Again?” She leaned down and sucked my neck and ear as she rode against me, working herself up. “Is that what you’re suggesting?” she whispered.

  “Stop teasing me and fuck me like you want to,” I told her. She gasped and sat straight up. I raised my brow. Two could play at that game.

  “God, I love it when you talk dirty to me.” She took ahold of my cock before she lowered herself down over it. It slid in nicely and she did what I told her to and fucked me like she wanted to. I came first, mainly because I let her enthusiasm get the best of me, but ten seconds after I started massaging her with my thumb, I got the best of her.

  “What are we gonna do with the next fifteen minutes?” She giggled.

  We hopped in the shower and soaped each other up, rinsed, and repeated. It was unnecessary, but fun as hell. I barely had my sweats pulled up when the pizza arrived. Brynn ate two pieces and shook her head at me when she’d noticed I’d counted. I just winked at her.

  “I think it’s time for that poker game,” I said. She jumped up excitedly.

  “Yes! Finally!” She went to the bedroom to change and I got the cards, beer, and cigars out. I felt bad about having pushed poker to the side so many times when she’d wanted to play. I promised myself I’d make it up to her if I ever got the chance. “Thanks for washing my clothes,” she hollered from the bedroom. I smiled as she walked out with her shorts, tank top, and bra on her sexy little body. I’ll have her naked in four hands.

  “I can read your mind,” she said. “Think again, baby, and go put some clothes on.” I laughed at her confidence as I did as she said. I put a pair of boxers and basketball shorts under my sweats. I put on a tank with a t-shirt over it and a tie on top of that. On my way out of the closet I threw on a cap, just in case.

  “Is that all you’re gonna wear?” Brynn teased as I joined her at the bar.

  “What can I say? I’m feeling lucky,” I said with a wink.

  “Dealer picks the game. Each game will be one article of clothing, loser’s choice, unless you get raised, then it’ll be two articles of clothing, no going all in.” Brynn said seriously. “We play until one of us is completely naked and the loser has to fulfill the winner’s fantasy after the game. Any questions?” God, she was sexy when she was bossy. I shook my head as I opened my beer and took a swig while I kept my eyes on hers. “Good. Cut for the deal.” She laid the cards on the table. I cut and got a four. She cut and got a Queen.

  “Five card, one draw, deuces wild,” she said as she shuffled and bridged like a pro. Shit, I could be in trouble here. I nodded. She dealt, and before she looked at her cards, she opened a beer, bit the end off of a cigar, blew it across the room, and put the rest of the stogie between her moist lips. Mmm. I smiled as I looked at my hand. I had a pair of sevens. Not bad. I set my three discards face down in front of me and watched her as she finally picked up her cards. Her face fell and she contemplated her hand, finally just grabbing one to discard. Obviously she’s going for a flush or straight. She doesn’t stand a chance in this game with a poker face like that. I chuckled.

  “Three, please,” I told her as I pushed my discards across the table. She had a hint of a grin as she sucked the unlit cigar and dealt my draw.

  “Dealer takes one,” she said and dealt it. I watched her face when she picked it up and there was disappointment all over it. I almost felt bad that I was going to win that hand with my three of a kind but I didn’t feel bad enough not to raise.

  “I’d like to raise,” I said. She smiled.

  “I’ll see that raise.” She was back to her confident, cocky self. Huh?

  “I’ve got three sevens.” I smirked as I lay my hand face up in front of me. Her face went sad…for a second. Then she winked and sucked on the cigar.

  “I’ve got four Kings. Let’s see some skin.” She’d played me! And I’d fallen into her little trap; hook, line, and sinker. I was shocked. I took off the hat and the tie. She immediately put my cap on her head backwards and twirled the tie on her finger. “This might come in handy later when you’re fulfilling my fantasy,” she said.

  “You shouldn’t count your orgasms before they’re had,” I told her. “I wouldn’t want you to be disappointed later when you’re fulfilling mine.” We nodded at each other all serious and shit but we were both breathing a bit heavy as we considered our fantasies. Mine was a no-brainer as I thought about her dancing for me. “Seven stud, nothing wild,” I said. She raised her brow. That’s right. I know what I’m doing. At the end of the hand, however, as I sat looking at her full house against my overly confident straight, I knew she was one to be reckoned with. All she had showing was a pair and I’d assumed as she called my raise that she had two pair, three of a kind at best, but I was learning again not to assume anything when it came to her. I took off my t-shirt and tank. She giggled as she opened another beer and sucked on that unlit cigar.

  Fifteen minutes later, as I sat with nothing on but my boxers, I grabbed one and bit the end off, which took me three tries, and very ungracefully spit it across the room. I thought completely still-dressed Brynn was going to pee herself laughing. She was alive and in her element as she beat my boxers off in the next hand. There I stood, naked, as she circled me and ran her finger around my body.

  “It was like taking candy from a baby,” she whispered. I tried not to smile as I rolled my eyes. “Now I get to have my fantasy.” I nodded and waited as she circled me again. My hardness was all too
apparent and I hoped we’d be taking care of that soon as part of her fantasy. I watched as she picked up the tie and walked across the room. She put her phone on my iDock and as soon the music kicked in, she started toward me. I smiled.

  She pushed me down onto the stool and tied my hands behind me. My pulse raced and I knew I was in for a treat. She let her breasts brush across my arm as she leaned into my ear. “My fantasy is watching you…” she pulled away and circled around my back as she ran her finger across my neck and shoulders, then she leaned into the other ear, “…watch me.” I loved that her fantasy was my fantasy.

  She hopped her little apple ass onto the table in front of me and took off my cap. She set it beside her and stood. Fuck, she looked unbelievable as she moved her body for me. She tossed her shirt and bra on the floor before she unbuttoned her shorts. She wriggled out of them as she kept her body moving to the rhythm. As they fell, she lifted one foot out then lifted the other, dangling them in front of me. She kicked her leg high and let them fly as the music picked up. There I sat, naked, bound, and hard as a rock in front of her as she danced her way even deeper into my heart. By the time her panties came down I could tell, by the look on her face, she was thinking about something even more fun than dancing. She stuck her toe under the rim of my cap, which was still on the table, and in a second it flew up into the air. She caught it and put it back on before she stepped onto my stool and lowered onto my lap. She stared into my eyes with a softer, more controlled sexual appetite than I’d expected.

  “Untie me,” I whispered. Five minutes before, the thought of her having her naughty way with me in that chair was exhilarating but suddenly we were looking at each other differently. As soon as my hands were free, I picked her up and carried her to our bed. “I love you, Brynn,” I whispered to her. We stayed in each other’s eyes as we made love, slow and tender. It was as beautiful as anything I’d ever felt.

  “Thanks for the poker game,” Brynn whispered as we lay in each other’s arms. “I think we both won.” I squeezed her tight.