“Spread your legs a little.”
I stare down at him, at the hunger on his face as he takes in my naked body in front and above him and although I’m at the disadvantage of not being able to touch back I feel like the one in power here. Shuffling my feet further, Bryce kisses up the inside of my knee and up along my inner thigh.
One of his hands grips my hips, keeping me steady, while he lifts the other onto his shoulder. Before I can worry about being unbalanced, his strong hold and the chaise behind me keeps me grounded. Bryce’s delectable mouth moves closer and closer to where I’m aching for him and just before he gets there he looks up at me and grins. Pulling back, he removes the last holdout between him and total nudity.
“Almost forgot to take off my glasses, even though they’re a mess from all the kissing.” His words make me bark out a laugh at how silly it is. The juxtaposition of this man will keep me on my toes for years to come. Dominating in one moment, innocent and silly in the next.
Placing his glasses somewhere near one of the piles of clothing, he finally presses his mouth over my core and I can’t stop the moan that falls from my lips even if I wanted to.
He devours. Bryce takes. This man steals the breath from the room and the heat from my skin until I’m little more than a shivering, panting mess. His hands.Fuck, those hands. I’ve drooled over them since day one and feeling them span, grab and claim pushes me even closer to the edge.
Whether it’s my increasing moaning or the quiver in my leg that gives me away, Bryce leans back and releases the leg that he had draped over one of his broad shoulders. His mouth glistens and his eyes are glassy. His cock juts out, straining and hard, and seeing myself on him . . . seeing him want me makes me bite my bottom lip to hold in my whimper.
“Bend over the arm if you can.” It’s little more than a growl.
I’m helpless but to obey if I want to reach that peak with him, and at this point I’m near begging for it. It takes a moment of maneuvering so I don’t fall on my face since I don’t have my arms to assist, but I manage.
My attempts are rewarded by the feel of him spreading my knees from behind and stepping between them.
“So beautiful.” It’s a benediction followed by his hard heat jutting against my clit as he moves his cock along me to ease his entry.
Inch by delicious inch sinks inside and we both groan at the feel of him settling deep.
“God, you feel so good,” I breathe and I’m rewarded with him retreating almost all the way out just to ease his way back.
It’s slow and torturous, every drag of him against me hitting just the right spot from this position. I lose count of his thrusts in my delirium, all I can focus on is the exquisite agony that has me so close but just unable to reach. If my hands were free I’d slide one between my legs and help myself along but Bryce is the one in charge here.
It doesn’t stop my little unhappy noise and he pauses.
“Are you okay? Are you hurting?” He sounds as wound tight as I feel.
“Yes. And yes.”
His whole body stiffens. “I’m hurting you?” It’s a little panicked and before he can pull out and end this I squeeze around him, trying to keep him buried within.
“Fuck . . . Rachel,” Bryce hisses.
“So close. Can’t finish. Need to touch.” No finesse or sex appeal injected into the words, just a breathless plea.
“No touching.”
I should be embarrassed by what feels like tears slowly building out of my frustration, and the little huff I give in response to his order, but I’m too far gone to care. I try to wiggle side-to-side to get him moving again, to get some kind of friction.
“Do you need help?” He sounds smug and it makes me want to elbow him.
“Bryce, I swear to god if you don’t do something about this right now,” I growl.
His chuckle is half humor and half sin. The hands he’s had on my waist and thighs move up to new territory. Sliding his arm under me, his left between my breasts, his hand cupping the base of my throat, Bryce lifts my torso off of the arm of the chaise so that my weight now rests on that strong arm.
His right arm trails down my stomach, down to where I’m desperate for him. Swirling the pad of his finger against my clit, he whispers right into my ear, “Is this what you need?”
“Yes,” I choke out as he starts to move again.
It’s lewd. It’s borderline wicked the way he makes me melt and give into the pleasure. It’s so quiet that all I can hear is his flesh slapping against mine and his harsh breaths in my ear as he speeds up, chasing his own high. Those gorgeous hands drive me to delirium. The fingers of his right thrum against me until I want to writhe with the pleasure of it, his left hand tightens just slightly against my throat—as if to feel the vibration of each of my moans.
Tipping my head back as far as it can go, Bryce captures my mouth and kisses toward my ear.
“Are you close for me?”
