by Kris Bryant
She looks down at me, her eyes narrow slits, her mouth partly open. I watch her swallow hard. The second she nods, I rip off her panties and push her back on the bed. I guide her legs up so that her knees are to her chest and hold them there as I continue to lick her. I’m bold. I run my tongue low, feeling the curve of her ass before I move back up to capture her clit in my mouth. She cries out and starts moving her hips up against me, anxious for more friction. I need more. I release her legs, and she surprises me by keeping them there. I easily slip two fingers inside of her, as deep as I can go, and moan as she moans. She is tight, but quickly accommodates me. I run my tongue up her slit and suck her clit back into my mouth. I’m not gentle and she doesn’t want me to be. She puts her feet back down on the bed and spreads her knees as far apart as they will go. I am half standing between her legs, and half lying on the bed, drilling my fingers into her. She grabs the back of my head again and holds me against her as her orgasm takes over. I love how open she is. It’s morning, full light, and she is spread wide open for me. My hand is cramping, my legs are strained, and my face is covered with her, but I’m smiling and she is laughing. Today is perfect.
*
We head for Sullivan’s for one last early dinner. Kerry holds my hand as we walk down to the restaurant. Her conversation is light and I know she’s just trying to keep our minds off of tomorrow. Today was entirely for me. We stayed in the apartment all day, barely clothed, ravenous for each other. And food. Eventually, we cave and decide to eat.
“What’s been your favorite part about your trip?” she asks.
I don’t hesitate. “You.” Her fingers squeeze mine.
“Besides me. Tell me what you like about Ireland?”
“I love how beautiful it is here. I love that I don’t even know what year it is. Everybody is so friendly and even though I’ve only been here a short time, I feel like I’m already a part of this town.”
“That’s why I love it here, too. I’m sure it’s like this all over the world, but this is my home,” she says.
I get a crazy idea in my head. “Hey, when life slows a bit for you and your family, why don’t you come visit me for a long weekend? I know you can’t take a lot of time, but I would like to show you my home. You like big cities and Dallas is pretty big. Come visit me. Next month.” I watch her process my offer. She doesn’t say no right away so I press on. “Take a Friday and Monday off. Come spend them with me. You can catch a red-eye out Thursday night and be back Tuesday.” I almost melt when she nods.
“I’d like to see your life and where you live,” she says. I refrain from skipping all the way down to Colleen’s restaurant and whooping out my excitement. Instead I smile at Kerry.
“I promise to make it a great trip. We will even squeeze in some sightseeing.”
“Do you live in the actual city?”
“Yes. I have a condo close to my work.”
“Obviously, you’ll have to show me where you work, too,” she says. We reach Sullivan’s and Kerry opens the door for me. Colleen fusses over us immediately and pushes us into a private booth.
“I thought for sure you weren’t going to make it,” she says. I don’t know if she’s scolding me or not. She’s always so animated that it’s hard to tell.
“Come on, Colleen. I told you I would. You have such a beautiful family. It was amazing to watch them work.” She shrugs me off, but I can see the pride in her eyes. “So, what do you recommend as my final meal here?”
“Our Shepherd’s Pie is outstanding. I don’t believe you’ve had that yet,” she says. Kerry nods so we order two and beers. Colleen runs off to get our orders and Kerry reaches out for my hand.
“I never even got to cook for you,” Kerry says.
“Well, if you really, really want to, you can cook for me when you visit,” I say. I know I won’t cook so I’m running through all of my favorite restaurants in town that I can take Kerry to or at least order take-out from.
“Will I be able to find all the ingredients I need?” she asks. I smile at her.
“Everything is big in Texas, including the grocery stores,” I say. She doesn’t get my joke. I sober up. “There are several stores near me. I guarantee you will be able to find what you need.”
“Let’s see when a good weekend would be.” She pulls out her phone. I tell her Memorial Day weekend, but I don’t think I can wait a month to see her and touch her again. It turns out that she can come the weekend before and I agree without even looking at my schedule.
“I’ve been to America a time or two,” Colleen sets our plates down in front of us, knowing exactly what we are up to. “It’s very different from here. But not in a bad way. I had a good time visiting, but home always calls me back.” She winks at us and leaves.
“I promise to show you a good time.” I can see uncertainty in Kerry’s eyes and try my best to set her mind at ease. “We can go see a baseball game, maybe a concert if anybody great is in town. The food is phenomenal and there is always something to do. Or we can just hang out at my place. I’m easy.” That makes her smile. “Well, you know what I mean.” Her smile gets bigger. I shake my head at her. I like how sexually free I feel with Kerry. I like her energy, her passion, her anger, and her heart. I get closer and closer to her every time I’m with her.
“What are you thinking about?” she asks.
“Why?”
“Because you have such a sweet look on your face right now.”
“I’m thinking about us and how I’ve enjoyed our time together.” She doesn’t answer me, but smiles back instead. “And this is really good.” I poke my fork at my dinner, hoping to change the subject. Perhaps I’ve said too much.
“Colleen really knows what she’s doing in the kitchen. You’re going to miss her cooking,” Kerry says.
“Without a doubt, but I’d like to fit in my clothes again. I probably have gained five pounds since I’ve been here.”
Kerry looks me up and down and lifts an eyebrow. “I think you look great. Maybe you needed the five pounds,” she says.
“Well, thank you, but my wardrobe is based on my figure before Ireland, not after. I don’t want to have to go out and buy all new clothes. After today, I’m back to salads and proteins,” I say, frowning at the thought. “Plus, I’m sure I’ll be so busy at work that I won’t eat regular meals.”
“I hope that you won’t be working so hard when I visit,” she says.
“I promise I won’t even think about work while you are with me. It will be you and only you.”
“Hurry up and finish your meal. I only have you for a few more hours and I plan to make the most of them.” We don’t talk a lot after that statement. I drink my beer, take a few more bites of my meal. When I push my plate away, Kerry jumps up, throws money on the table, grabs my hands, and pulls me to her. “Let’s go.”
“Don’t you ladies want dessert?” Colleen asks. Shit. I need to tell Colleen thank you.
“Oh, no. I’m full. Thank you. The food was delicious. I have to go pack tonight. Thank you so much for everything. Your hospitality, your kindness, and your excellent food. This is a fantastic pub you have here.” I walk into her outstretched arms for a hug.
“Take care of yourself, Gracie. It was nice to meet you. Hopefully, you will be back to our small town?” I shrug.
“That would be nice,” I say. Kerry reaches out and I slip my hand in hers. It’s our time now. If things go really well, then maybe I will be back for a visit now and then. I wave to the people I’ve come to know in the short time I’ve been here. Back home, if I saw the same people in a bar night after night, I would feel sorry for them. Here, I see everybody as a family. We get back to the shop in very little time and Kerry surprises me by wanting to go up to the rooftop. She takes a moment to turn on the patio heat lamp that instantly warms us.
“You haven’t really experienced the rooftop at night, have you?” She pulls me into her arms. She turns me around so that we are both looking out at the Irish Sea
.
“How could I have forgotten about this wonderful place?” I shiver, not because I’m cold, but because she is warm.
“You’ve been busy. Plus, I’ve been stealing you away.”
“Like I’m going to complain about that,” I say. She folds her arms across my chest and starts nuzzling my neck from behind. I tilt my head to give her better access. She scrapes her teeth across my skin and chills break out across my body. I shiver again.
“Are you cold?” she asks. She knows I’m not and it’s her touch that’s driving me crazy. My body is on fire. My nipples are hard, my clit is throbbing all from thirty seconds of being in her arms.
“You know the answer to that.” I try to turn back around, but she tightens her grip.
“Don’t move.” I still immediately. She loosens her grip when she feels I have surrendered to her. She unbuttons my blouse from behind, exposing me to the cool night air. My nipples tighten painfully at her touch and I try to press myself into her, but she steps back. She turns me back to face her. “What do you want to do tonight?”
“I want to be in control.” I’m shaking partly because of the cold and partly because I know she will say yes to me.
“Whatever you want,” she says. I wish we had more time. I wish I didn’t have to leave tomorrow. Being in control of her, of us, is the best gift she could give me. I move a chair closer to the heat lamp.
“Sit.” She immediately obliges. I should have had her undress first, but I will try to make it interesting this way, too. I grab the blanket and put it around my shoulders. I reach for a cushion and throw it on the ground in front of her. She smiles. I rub my hands over her knees and spread them apart. She nestles down on the chair. I massage her legs and gently work my way up the apex of her thighs. She moans softly. I slowly unbutton her pants and lean forward to place tiny kisses across the top of her mound and the skin right above her panties. I pull her zipper down with my teeth, stopping only to place tiny, wet kisses knowing she can feel my tongue through the silk and lace. She reaches down to put her hands in my hair. “No,” I say. She briefly smiles and drops her hands to her sides. “Lift up,” I say and quickly tug her pants and panties completely off. We make eye contact and she slowly spreads herself open to me. I’m not really in control, we’re only pretending that I am. I run my tongue up one thigh and barely brush her core on my way over to her other thigh. She smells wet and ready. “Open yourself for me,” I say. Her eyebrow arches and the corner of her mouth hitches up, not quite a smile, but enough of one to let me know she approves. She slowly reaches down and spreads herself open, her pussy glistening with need. I spread my tongue wide and lick her from the bottom of her slit all the way up to her clit. She moans appreciatively. I lick the soft flesh between her fingertips, and slip my tongue inside of her, tasting the tanginess of her arousal. “Touch yourself for me,” I say. She slides her fingertip inside, gathering a bead of moisture to rub on her clit. Watching her spread open and masturbating for me is the ultimate turn on. I want to touch her, I want to touch myself, but this is too fascinating to interrupt. She thrusts her hips upward several times and I moan because I know what she is feeling. “Don’t come yet.” Her fingers stop immediately. Her breath is ragged and her thighs are quivering. She was closer than I thought.
“Please let me come for you,” she says. I close my eyes and try hard not to shake at her request.
“No. Not yet,” I quickly add after seeing the flash of almost anger in her eyes. “I will tell you when you can come.” I kneel again between her legs, but this time I only use my hands. “Hold yourself open again.” I slowly slip my index finger inside of her, marveling at the smoothness and tightness. Her slick walls squeeze me and contract the farther I slip into her.
“More,” she says. I slide two fingers into her and she moans with appreciation. I’m desperate to please her, eager to make her come, but I keep my needs in check and build her up slowly, knowing that when she comes, it will be fierce. “Yes, just like that.” Her face heats up and her teeth clamp down as she fights to breathe quietly. I lean forward and suck her clit into my mouth. She cries out and moves her whole body into me. I know that I can’t stop her, I can only intensify it for her. She grabs the back of my neck and holds me in place as I devour her and my fingers twist inside of her. “Don’t stop, Grace. Don’t stop,” she says. Her hips lift up to press against my mouth. Her orgasm rocks through her entire body as she rides every wave completely, her shouts of release echoing through the night. My body is humming and brimming right on the edge of my own orgasm just from watching hers. I put my head in her lap as we both try to calm down. She rests her hands on my shoulders, her fingertips absently stroking my skin. I gently pull out of her and wrap my arms behind her waist. We stay like that, close, quiet, complete. “I have no words,” she says.
“You don’t need any,” I say. She motions for me to climb up on her, so on shaky legs, I stand and straddle her lap. She stares into my eyes for a long time.
I know at this moment, with our bodies as close as they can be, that I have fallen for her. She is everything I need, everything I want, and I know I have given her my heart without my own permission. I did exactly what I didn’t want to do. I fell in love. Not just love, not even love with lust, but a place where my heart is free falling, constantly tumbling, falling deeper and deeper into an unknown abyss. I’m scared. I don’t know when it ends, if it ends, or if I will crash and burn at the bottom. I’m afraid that she will see my untamed emotions when I look into her eyes so I avoid eye contact and focus instead on memorizing everything about her. How smooth her skin is, how beautiful she is, and how wonderful she feels in my arms. Finally she brings me to her for a kiss. It’s a serious one and it couldn’t be any more perfect. Her lips are soft, yet demanding, and I moan when she sucks my bottom lip into her mouth. Again, she is not gentle. She is possessive of me and I love every single moment of it. Of her. Of us. Her hands slide up the outside of my thighs to grab my waist and hold me in place. She gently lifts her hips into mine and I gasp as her mound presses into me.
“I need these off,” she says, breaking our kiss to tug on my pants. I don’t want to leave her body even for a moment, but the need to come is too great. I’m off of her lap and back on it in moments. “I missed you,” she says. I was literally off her lap and back on it within seven seconds. My smile is shaky and tears threaten to spill out of the corners of my eyes. I close them and allow her touch to consume me and allow the physical need of the moment to push past the seriousness in my heart. I groan the moment I feel her fingertips graze my swollen, wet slit. I know I’m not going to last long. “Look at how wet you are,” she says. I want to be embarrassed, but I’m empowered by how excited she is by it.
“Dripping,” I say right before I lean down to kiss her. She slides two fingers into me and moves in and out until my hips automatically take over. Her other hand is on my neck keeping me close to her and close to her hand. Our lips are an inch apart, but we are no longer kissing. Now we are looking at one another. “Harder.” I cry out as her fingers push into me as far and as fast as she can move them. There is no build up. There is only an instant, glorious explosion. I ride it out forever. It’s the longest, most intense orgasm I’ve ever had.
“Wow.” She brushes my hair out of my face. I can barely breathe. I just want to collapse into her and go to sleep. “Are you okay?” I can only nod. She holds me close to her and I wait until all of the aftershocks subside.
“That was…yeah, I have no words either.” She wraps the blanket around me, around us, after I adjust my position and we sit there, holding one another for a very long, quiet time.
“Babe, wake up.” I open my eyes and stare into Kerry’s. “Let’s go downstairs and get into bed. Then we can stretch out and I can hold you the right way.” I lie there for a minute longer, enjoying her fingertips stroking my face. I nod and gently untangle myself from her. My back is sore because lawn furniture isn’t designed for napping or fast
and hard sex. I look around one last time before we head downstairs.
“Definitely my favorite place,” I say.
“Mine, too. Well, here and the cliff,” she says. I smile at the memory, too.
“If we have time tomorrow, I’d like to see it before we head to the airport,” I say.
“We will make time.”
Chapter Seventeen
Thankfully, the day is sunny and dry. My flight is at three, but I need to get to the airport by one because of the international guidelines. Kerry sneaked out early and came back with breakfast. We ate in bed and even shared some with Abram. Saying good-bye to him brought tears to my eyes. He’s such a lover and I’m going to miss him terribly.
“You’ll take care of him, right?” I ask. She kisses me swiftly.
“I promise. Now, let’s go.” She grabs my bag as I do a quick walk-through of the apartment. I quietly thank my aunt for her extreme kindness and tell her that I hope she and Kate are together now and happy. Tears sting my eyes again. I can’t believe how emotional I am even though I’ve only been here a few weeks. I close the door behind me and follow Kerry downstairs. Leigh and Conor are waiting for me. A few tears escape when I hug them. They promise me that everything will be fine and wish me well. That makes me cry more.
“I don’t know why I’m so emotional today.” I climb into the passenger seat and take a deep breath. “This has been such a great trip. Except for the first few days, I’ve thoroughly enjoyed myself. Everybody here is so nice and supportive. I feel like I got to know Aunt Nola better than anybody else in the family had the chance to.” Kerry reaches out and holds my hand for a minute. “And I met you.” She brings my hand up to her mouth and places a soft kiss on the back of it.
