Page 99 of Brother In Arms

Chapter 34

Bailey

I wanted Rush, needed him like the very air I breathed but he was driving me all sorts of crazy and not necessarily in a good way right this minute. He moved in me, slowly and deliberately, and not at all with his usual fervor which set my nerves on edge. I was beginning to worry that something was wrong when he chuckled and bowed his head, sucking a nipple into his mouth. I arched, pressing more of my breast into his mouth and tensed down around his cock.

That felt good…

“Relax, baby,” he growled against my chest, “I feel like a slow ride.”

Oh, well in that case…

I stretched my arms above my head and relaxed into his hold and let him take over. I adapted and decided that he could do whatever he wanted to my body, mostly because whatever he chose to do, I knew it was going to feel good. He always felt amazing.

He grinned down at me and murmured, “Wild ride or slow ride?”

“Whatever you want,” I said back, voice low and husky and his face turned serious.

“I love you, Bailey Lynn.”

“I love you, too, Logan.”

He hooked an arm beneath my knee and folded it up to my chest, the angle he had me at making my pussy shallow, his slow driving thrusts feeling like they went impossibly deep. Some women, when their cervix was bumped by the head of a man’s cock, they found it uncomfortable or painful, but not me. I couldn’t get enough of the sensation. Loved it, wanted more to the point I was willing to beg.

“God, like that, yeah just like that,” I breathed and Rush was always keen to give it to me just how I wanted.

“You like that?” he growled by my ear and I nodded.

“Yeah, I love that.”

“Good.”

He pressed himself tight to my body and ground against me, and oh my god, I liked that. It was like every time we made love, he found newer deeper parts of me to touch and stroke. It drove me wild in ways I couldn’t have even imagined existed.

“I want to watch you ride me,” he whispered next to my ear and I nodded. Before I even knew what was happening, the world was spinning and I was straddling Rush, his dick still buried deep. I put my hands on his stomach, trailing fingertips over the curves and ridges of his muscles and used my legs to rise and fall, working his length in and out of me. His hands found my thighs, smoothing up and down them leaving heat and a tingling rush in their wake, a tingling rush that effervesced like champagne bubbles up into the rest of my body, causing my nipples to harden even further.

“Take your pleasure, babe. I wanna watch you do it. I wanna watch you make yourself come.”

I felt the deep abiding ache of a building orgasm, and took my time nurturing it, grinding myself onto Rush’s dick, gripping the ornate headboard as the passion between us simmered on low. I wanted to enjoy this feeling of hanging off the edge for as long as I could get away with it. It was that magic space between earth and sky, sleep and awake, pleasure and unimaginable bliss and I just wanted to discard all my worries and all my cares and just live there for a time.

Rush fostered and encouraged it, the words he murmured lost to me, so involved was I in concentrating on that feeling taking over my body, his cock just brushing that aching point inside me that fucking loved to be touched but rarely ever was. The golden glow suffused my being from my vagina out, crawling up through my body, leaving a faint, gentle blush of sensation everywhere it travelled even though nothing actually physically touched me there.

I tensed around him and cried out, riding on that very edge, about to come but suddenly it was so maddeningly unattainable. I needed that final spark, that last gentle nudge and I managed to focus on Rush’s words then, “That’s it baby, you’re almost there, now touch yourself.”

My fingers drifted to the top of my sex and I found myself so incredibly wet and wanting. I barely pressed my fingertips into my clit and stiffened, my pussy seizing on that little touch and taking me the rest of the way. I arched, voice escaping my throat in a wailing moan despite the fact that I didn’t remember giving voice to anything.

I crashed and was sucked under, rolled under again by the next pulsing wave when I even tried to come up for air, and so completely consumed by Rush I never wanted to take a breath without him being a part of it ever again.

I hadn’t realized he’d rolled me physically as well as metaphorically until I came back to myself with him on top of me. He had one leg gathered up over one hip while he drove himself into me and I gasped. We stared into one another’s eyes while he worked himself in and out of my body, taking his own satisfaction a moment or two after mine.

He shuddered above me, and bowed his head and I let my arms go around him, holding him tightly until the storm within us both settled. He gasped for breath in counterpoint to my own panting, and just managed to withdraw from me, vaulting one of my legs to collapse beside me. He gathered me close and kissed me, and we kept kissing until our breath returned to something closer to normal.

“Why didn’t you take it, baby?”

The change in conversation was too rapid for me to follow and I closed my eyes and asked, “What do you mean?”

“The offer, me and the girls put together… helping you get your place up and running, why didn’t you take it? What is there to think about?”

I lay my head back into the pillow of his shoulder and looked at him, committing every bit of his face to memory from his warm, golden brown eyes, to his sandy hair, close cut and barely brushing his forehead. From the light shadow of growth along his jaw and the grim set of his mouth as he waited for my answer. He was beautiful to me, but somehow I thought he might get offended if I told him as much. That ‘beautiful’ might not be a descriptor he appreciated.

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