by Kris Bryant
“I’m not sorry at all. My view was so much better.” I have no idea where my confidence is coming from. I roll toward her so that we are face to face. “What an incredible day.” She nods and links her fingers with mine.
“Definitely one of my favorites,” she says. She leans into me and I hold her. We fit well together.
“Are you tired?” I ask.
“I don’t know what I am. I’m tired, excited, happy. We’ve been up almost twenty-four hours straight,” she says, looking at her watch.
“Let’s go back to the apartment. We can catch a nap. Unless you want to get back to the hospital.” I don’t want to be presumptuous.
“That actually sounds fantastic,” she says. She pops her head out to look at the sunrise. “It really is gorgeous.”
“I told you,” I say.
“I believe I told you,” she says. She hands me my blouse and watches me dress, placing a quick kiss on my stomach before I button it up. The air is cold, and crisp, and I shiver when Kerry removes the blanket from around us. “Let’s get out of here.” We waste no time grabbing our coats and getting back down to the car. I take a quick moment to look around in the light. It really would have been beautiful to watch the sunrise from up here, but I wouldn’t change what just happened for any sunrise anywhere.
Abram greets us at the door when we finally reach the shop. I scoop him up and bring him upstairs. The adrenaline is gone and I can’t wait to sleep. I head to the bathroom to clean up a bit and throw on a long T-shirt. Kerry is already in bed. I slide between the covers and mold myself against her, surprised that she is completely naked. As much as I want to touch her all over, exhaustion settles over us, and we fall asleep almost instantly.
Chapter Thirteen
I wake up to an empty bed, but I can hear Kerry somewhere in the apartment. It sounds like she is softly singing and I lean over enough to see out of the bedroom door. She is holding Abram like a baby and singing him a lullaby. She is wearing a shirt of mine and her panties. I liked it better when she was naked. I flop back on the bed even though we’ve been asleep for five hours. I’m still tired so I close my eyes and try to squeeze a few more minutes of rest in. It isn’t long before I feel Kerry’s warm hands massage my legs and I shamelessly spread myself for her. She runs her tongue up the side of my thigh, then skips over to the other one to do the same. It’s delicious torture.
“I’m pretty sure it’s my turn,” I say.
“It’s whoever is on top.” She slides me to the end of the bed and hooks the back of my knees over her shoulders. That gets me to open my eyes. She smiles devilishly at me. The second her tongue touches my slit, I close my eyes again. She takes her time, running her tongue up and down my folds, her arms wrapped around my legs so that I can’t buck against her for more friction. I’m not going to fight her on whose turn it is. If she wants to fuck me again, I’m not going to stop her. I’m only here a few more hours so I’m going to make the most of them. I relax because I don’t want to come right away. It happened too quickly this morning and I don’t want to embarrass myself again. This time I focus on her, the way she commands my body’s responses with only her touch. She releases my legs, but I keep them there. I like this position. She slips two fingers inside of me and I moan in appreciation. Her movements are slow at first, building me up gently with every slight thrust. My juices start flowing and my hips start moving when she slides a third finger inside of me. I want to spread myself to accommodate her, but if I do, I will lose this angle and the depth she is able to hit. This feels too good to stop.
“You sound so incredibly sexy,” she says. I open my eyes to find her staring at me. She looks away only to watch her fingers glide in and out of me. “And you are so tight and delicious.” She leans forward, my knees sliding off of her shoulders, her fingers still inside of me, and kisses me passionately. Her hand moves faster and I grip her shoulders and hold on as she pushes me into another orgasm. I’m loud and I don’t care if anyone hears me. I shake with the aftershocks and, after a few minutes, stretch my legs and relax.
“You are…” I say, not really knowing how to finish the sentence. I don’t want to insult her, but I want her to know that I haven’t felt this good in a long time. “Amazing.” That sums it up.
“And you are…” She kisses me soundly. “Wonderful.” I wasn’t expecting that. She curls up next to me and I run my fingertips across her back, completely lost in my thoughts. What a terrible time to have sex. I have to be at the airport in less than ten hours and I will probably never be back. I don’t feel regret; I feel lonely. Or maybe it’s sadness. I feel like I’m missing a fantastic opportunity with somebody who isn’t like anybody I’ve ever dated before. She’s stubborn, borderline rude, yet extremely passionate, beautiful, loving, and caring. She drives me crazy in good and bad ways. I stroke her hair and now that I’m relaxed, decide it’s my turn to do delicious things to her body. I roll on top of her, stretching her legs out with mine and pushing her arms above her head. She smiles at me. “Whatever are you going to do to me, Grace Danner?”
I kiss her, softly at first, until I feel her body respond underneath me. I feel her nipples harden with excitement. I can’t believe she still has clothes on. I slide the T-shirt up until her breasts peek out from beneath the hem. Her pale pink nipples are erect and beg for attention. I suck one into my mouth and she exhales sharply. The texture of the areola against the smoothness of her perfect breast is heaven in my mouth.
“I’m not going to last.” She runs her hands through my hair, holding me close to her.
“I don’t want you to.” I move my mouth to give her other nipple the same attention. I’m trying to take my time with her, but I can’t wait to taste her so I slide down and am rewarded with a very wet and very warm pussy. I waste no time getting to know her body and hungrily run my tongue up and down the soft pleats, pressing my mouth hard against her. She squirms and releases the sexiest moan I have ever heard when I slip inside of her. I moan with her out of sheer desire to fuck her. She raises her hips up to meet my every thrust, inhaling sharply the deeper I go. Still inside of her, I climb up the bed to rest between her legs, my hand between us, still moving. I want to kiss her. I want to hear her when she comes. She digs her fingertips into my back, then my hips as she pulls me into her with every thrust of my hand. She breaks the kiss as the first quivers of the impending orgasm wash over her. I feel her walls clench my fingers with need. Her legs start shaking and she makes a deep growling noise that turns into a loud, gravelly groan. She writhes into me, clutches me, and takes every bit of pleasure from this moment. It’s a beautiful experience with her. I slowly remove my hand and press myself closer to her.
“You’re beautiful when you come.” I kiss from her neck to her ear and tug the soft lobe between my teeth. She catches her breath when I bite down.
“Mmm. We should have done this sooner,” she says.
“You didn’t like me.”
“If I knew you were capable of this, I would have forgiven you on day one,” she says. “Do you really have to leave tonight?” I’ve been thinking about that since she started undressing me on top of the cliff. I should be in Dallas for the client on Sunday. My boss did reach out to me. But is my presence necessary?
“Well, I guess I could change my flight to Saturday. That would give us a couple more days if you’re serious about wanting to spend time with me.”
“That would be fantastic. But I don’t want you to get into trouble on account of me.”
“I honestly don’t know why the boss is so desperate for me to be there. She can certainly handle it. Plus Alisa is more than capable.” I lean down to kiss her. “I’ll e-mail them in a bit.”
“You should do it now, Grace. What we do over the next several hours will depend on their answer. As a matter of fact, you should text her instead.” Good idea. I’m anxious to find out what else Kerry has in store for us today. “Why don’t I run out and grab us some food? Maybe by the time I get ba
ck, you’ll have an answer.” I don’t want to leave her warm body, but my stomach is growling so I relent.
“Okay. But hurry back.” She kisses me and jumps out of bed. I watch her dress, appreciating her tall, lithe body with her firm, small breasts and the thin strip of red hair nestled above my new favorite part of her body.
*
“Do you have any questions? Is there anything that you are concerned about or are you all set?” I ask Alisa. I asked my boss if I could bow out of the dinner plans Sunday and just be back in the office later that week. She wasn’t happy, but understands that I need more time. She knows I have only taken one vacation in the past eight years and that one was three years ago when the ex-girlfriend and I just started getting serious about our relationship.
“No, I think I’ve got everything. Find out Beck’s needs, wants, and desires. Plus Morgan and her assistant will be there,” Alisa says.
“Don’t let them get crazy. Just write everything down. I trust you. Call me if you need me.” I jump online and once again, change my flight. Instead of a late flight out tonight, I switch it to midday on Tuesday. That gives me four full days with Kerry.
“I sure hope you’re hungry,” Kerry says as she swings through the front door with four bags of groceries in her arms.
“Starving. I’ve been working up an appetite.”
“Without me?”
“What did you get us?” I walk over to peek into the bags.
“Everything because strangely, I, too, worked up an appetite.” She pulls out bread, meat, cheese, vegetables, a pie, cookies, and some paper plates and napkins. “I had to get items that don’t require utensils or real plates since you’ve donated all of that to the charity store.” Good thinking.
“This should tide us over until dinner. And I checked with my boss. She said I don’t have to be back until next week so I changed my flight for Tuesday.” Kerry doesn’t say anything, but instead, leans over and kisses me hard. “Have you checked on Emma and Ian?” I ask.
“Mum said they are doing well and resting. I would like to go see them tonight if you’re up for it,” she says.
“You do what you want and need to do.”
“No, I mean, would you like to go up there with me?” she asks.
“Yes, but no. I want you to spend time with your family. Don’t worry about me.” The last thing I want to do is be clingy after sex. I decide to play this cool. “I have tons of work I can get caught up on while you are visiting with them.” I really don’t, but I can surf the web for cute cat videos. Abram might even like that. “Plus, I can take a nap. I didn’t really get a lot of sleep the past thirty hours or so.”
“Yeah, I could use a little bit more sleep, too.” She fixes us sandwiches and we sit down on the couch to eat a late lunch. “I’m happy you aren’t leaving tonight. I get you for four more days.”
I can’t help but smile. “Promise me you won’t worry about me. Do what you normally would do if I wasn’t here.”
“But you are here, and I want to spend time with you. I will plan out a few fun things to do, but still give us time,” she says. I would be perfectly fine just holing up here until Tuesday.
“We will figure things out.” Feeling stuffed, I put my plate on the coffee table and stretch out on the couch. Kerry puts a pillow on her lap and pats it for me to put my legs on the pillow. She softly runs her hands up and down my legs, stroking them. I know she’s doing it to be kind, but I’m so turned on right now. After the third stifled moan, I finally throw in the towel.
“That feels so good.” I close my eyes and just allow the pleasure of her touch to take over. She runs her fingertips up near my boy shorts and I automatically relax my legs so that they spread apart slightly. She doesn’t disappoint. She runs her hands up to the edge, hesitates for just a moment, then presses her hand against my core, causing me to moan. She runs her thumb up and down my slit.
“You’re already so wet,” she says.
“I’ve been like this since we got here.” She smiles at me, but continues to massage, pressing harder and harder with each stroke. I move one of my legs down to the floor so that she has full access to me. I lift my hips up and push against her hand, wanting more, needing more. She crawls above me until we are face to face. Her body is above mine, but not touching. I reach for her hips and pull them to rest against me. She fits me so well.
“Why do I have a feeling we aren’t going to leave this apartment for a long, long time?” she asks right before her lips capture mine in a kiss. I moan my answer. When she relaxes completely against me, I tilt my hips up and circle her waist with my legs.
“You know, for being so thin, you are surprisingly strong,” I say. She places tiny kisses on my face until she reaches my neck. I buck when her mouth finds the sensitive spot right above my collarbone and moan with appreciation. I stop talking when she slides her body down mine and I can feel her hot breath against my thigh.
“You should stay naked the entire time we are here.” She pulls my shorts off. Her mouth touches my slit before I am settled back on the couch and I cry out in surprise. She presses my knees together and buries her face in my thighs, her tongue barely touching my clit. Not enough to make me come, but enough to drive me crazy with need. I raise my hips into her, hoping she will press harder, but she doesn’t and I am forced to accept that she wants to tease me for now. The minute I relax, she releases my legs and spreads me open. I put one leg on the back of the couch and my other foot back on the floor. I try not to move against her mouth, but I can’t help it. I stop short of putting my hand on the back of her head.
“Please, Kerry.” I hate that I can’t wait. She stops.
“You rush entirely too much. I promise I won’t let you down.” She maintains eye contact while running her tongue from the bottom of my slit to the top. My body jerks at the intimacy. She runs her hands up my thighs and holds my hips in place. She is firm and I writhe against her, not to get away, but to see how rough she is willing to be with me. She doesn’t disappoint and I feel myself getting wetter with every flick of her tongue, every bruising squeeze of her fingertips into my thighs. When I hear her moan, I grind myself against her for release. She stops short several times, bringing me to the edge, then waiting until I settle down. I want to be frustrated, I want release, but I also want to know how far she can take me. After the fifth time, she slides two fingers inside of me, then three. I arch off the couch and come fiercely, my orgasm exploding. It takes me a while to catch my breath. Kerry crawls back up my body, her body still heavy with desire. “Let’s get back to the bed.” I nod, but don’t move. I can’t move. She stands in front of me. “Do you need a moment? Or maybe an incentive?” I watch as she slowly unbuttons her blouse and pulls it from her slacks. Her slacks fall in a heap on the floor and she stands before me wearing a lacy bra with matching panties, her blouse hanging low on the back of her smooth shoulders. I reach out for her, but she avoids me and offers her hand instead. “We need to go to the bedroom. There are delicious things I want to do to you and I can’t do them here.” The muscles in my legs start working and I make the effort to stand. She pulls me quickly against her, the rough lace of her bra and panties rubbing against my sensitive skin in the most exciting way.
“Tell me again why we waited so long to do this?” I ask right before her mouth captures mine in a mind blowing kiss. I forget my question as she pulls me to the bedroom. I don’t even notice when she completely undresses me, or when we hit the bed. I can only feel her hard, lean body flush against me and her full lips devouring my mouth.
Chapter Fourteen
The sun is bright and because I was too busy touching and being touched all night, I forgot to close the blinds. It’s early. Too early. Kerry’s head is on my shoulder, her body mostly under the covers. One of her long legs is curled up over the blanket and I reach down to stroke it gently. What a whirlwind the last forty-eight hours have been. This whole entire trip has been crazy. It’s funny how I have no desire
to hurry back to my life in Dallas. In the past, I was antsy to get back to the comfort of my work whether I was out on assignment, on a short weekend getaway, or even when I did take that vacation three years ago with she-who-shall-not-be-named.
“Is it time to get up?” Kerry croaks out. I squeeze her leg.
“No. I forgot to pull the blinds. It’s still early. Go back to sleep.”
“Tell Abram to close the blinds,” she says. She’s quiet as I stroke her hair. I think she’s fallen asleep, but she quietly sighs with pleasure. “This is nice.”
I smile. “I like your hair. It’s one of the first things that attracted me to you.” I can feel her smile against me.
“It’s so wild and untamed,” she says.
“It’s beautiful. As soon as you jumped out of your car to verbally assault me on our first day, I couldn’t take my eyes off of it. And even when we weren’t talking, I would always go back to it in my mind.”
She pinches my side, causing me to laugh. “Verbally assaulted? I was keeping my anger in check.”
“I don’t know that I could handle your anger at full force,” I say.
“It’s not that bad. If I’m really upset, I get really quiet.”
“Good to know. I won’t get on your bad side. Again.”
“You really weren’t on it in the first place. It’s my fault. I’m just in a bad spot,” she says.
“Look at it this way. Selling the shop helps The Mulligan Group out, not just you. Your commission will be good, but the family gets a portion, too. And let’s not talk about it, okay? Let’s enjoy the day. What do you want to do today?” I ask, trying to keep her mind off of our situation.
“I’d like to see Emma and Ian. Oh, and Keagan,” she says. I laugh.
“That sounds like a good idea. When do they get to go home? Do you know?” I ask.
