Page 80 of Peaches

“Look at me, Grace,” he pleads, as he inches forward and pushes me back up against the side of the barn.

I try. So, help me, I really do try. But just as my eyes flutter up, I stop them, too consumed with all that is happening, all that I am feeling, to make them do as I desperately want them to. Time passes, so slowly it’s painful, but I still can’t force myself to do as he says. “If I’m not what you want…”

Snap!

That does it.

My eyes flash to his in an instant and a small smile breaks out across his gorgeous face. But even through his smirk, I see the hesitation. The pause as he struggles with my silence.

“…If you don’t feel the same, then just tell me, Peaches.”

I go to speak. To tell him things that I am not even sure I know myself yet.How I feel. How he makes me feel.But every single word sticks in my throat and threatens to suffocate me as I hold his stare and see the impending hurt in his eyes.

If I don’t feel the same?

How could he think that?

I feel everything he just said and so much more.

Something I’ve let paralyze me for far too long.

But like the sinking premonition I felt that first day, I can’t let myself stay crippled, not anymore.

A little timid, and with my breathing coming rapidly, our eyes remain locked as I raise on my toes and hold my mouth close to his. Our chests rise and fall in a fast rhythm, his left-hand snaking around to fist my hair in his hand. I stare in his eyes and give myself over, to him, to us, and know the exact moment he does the same because his body presses hard against my own, his grip on my frame becomes carnal in need, crushing me against him like a vice, as his lips crash down against my mouth shattering every last resolve we’ve attempted to stand on.

On instinct, hungry, eager, and starved, our lips part as his tongue slides against mine and I feel my body press further into his. A groan escapes his mouth, followed by a moan of pleasure from my lips as his hands lower, he grabs my ass and hoists me up in his arms.

My sundress rises high on my thighs as I wrap my legs around him. He presses me up against the barn behind us, lowering my core down on the tip of his length, and I quickly feel soaked as my sex throbs, needing to finally feel him there, inside me, making our connection complete after way too damn long.

He pulls back from our kiss as his hips grind up into my center, pushing his length beautifully up, down, through my seam in a way that has my head falling back and a slight scream escaping my lips. He kisses my neck, before trailing small, tender pecks along my collarbone and then down further to my chest.

“Grace, I need you, all of you, more than you’ll ever know.”

His fists grab my hips tightly and force me in a pulsing, rhythmic beat against his straining length. The tip of his belt buckle hits my clit, and I loudly cry out seconds before his hand slaps over my mouth and his eyes lock on mine, hooded, nostrils flaring, filled with an erotic animalistic lust that’s so intense I almost climax on the spot, but he doesn’t stop. His hips rock forward against me once more as our eyes stay locked and I push my hips down, matching his speed with the same impatient need.

My wetness grows, coating myself thickly, as his dick hardens painfully and pulses against my tender flesh the more he pounds it against me. Another cry escapes my lips as he holds my frame tighter against the wall, with his hand still covering my mouth, I bite down on his finger as the pleasure builds, the look in his eyes pierces my soul, and we both attempt to climb higher than we have before.

“This changes everything,” he rasps, as his hand frees my mouth and he captures my lips once again. His hips stop as he rolls them perfectly against my core and my eyes close, a purr escapes my throat as his tongue slowly slides against mine igniting every single nerve below as it’s caressed, touched, stimulated to a painful, pleasurable high. He breaks our kiss just as my eyes open and his movements stop.

“I need to know you want this, Grace,” he pleads. His statement hangs between us, thick, unmoving, a crossroads of sorts that was inevitable the longer we stayed together. “Damn it, Peaches,” he whispers, a slight fear of rejection lacing his voice. “I need to hear you say it.”

I feel a small smile spread across my face. Leaning forward, framing his face this time with my own hands, I lean my forehead against his, our mouths less than an inch apart, and whisper, “it.”

I can feel his lips spread in a mischievous grin against my own. Our banter, thecarefree,sweetaddiction we’ve both come to crave between us returning, and God, how I missed it this last hour.

It’s like I said, to fully enjoy the sweet, you first must indulge in the sour. Brett showed me tonight that no matter how sour life gets, he’s got my back, and what’s more he knows I got his. My confrontation with The General a few weeks back all the proof he’ll ever need.

“It, Sir!” He playfully demands.

I glare at him in protest, but my smile never leaves my face. “I think one time saying ‘Sir’ is…”

But my head falls back against the wall once again as his hips force his cock quickly up through my seam, and he holds it strongly against my clit, as he holds it there and rolls his hips making my world threaten to go black.

“Sir… Daddy…Brettly,” I hiss in response, the last name causing a growl to escape his lips as he pulls me off the wall and starts to climb the stairs at our side. My head falls forward, and I drown in the light green of his eyes. “I’ll call you whatever you want, Brett,” I confess finally, fusing a decision between us we’ve both been running from. “So long as you promise to never stop claiming me as yours.”

“Easiest promise I ever made, Peaches,” he says, seconds before his foot kicks open the door to the small apartment and his lips begin to lower. “You were mine the second I laid eyes on you, Peaches. I knew right then, if given the chance, I’d never give you up. Not ever.”

“All in the name of all thingsself-gratifying?” I laugh, causing him to chuckle as well, as he crosses the threshold and kicks the door back closed.

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