Page 108 of Unrivaled Love
His flight is early tomorrow and I said I'd drive him to the airport so we'll be up at 5:00 a.m. to get him there on time.
The more I think about dropping him off the tighter my chest gets. It is going to hurt tomorrow. I'm not ready.
But I don't have a choice.
I let the delivery guys in and stay in the kitchen, absentmindedly wiping the counter.
"Josie, great choice!" Bryson calls from the bedroom a few minutes later as I hear plastic sheeting get bunched up. "It looks so good."
I walk into the room and see the bed in place and yeah, now it looks like a real bedroom. "Oh yeah, wow, it looks great."
"Thanks guys,” Bryson says to the delivery men who are gathering up the empty cardboard boxes. He slides them a cash tip and with a clap on the shoulder walks them to the door. When he turns around, he waggles his eyebrows at me. "Wanna test it out?"
"You know I do!" I laugh as he starts walking me backwards into the bedroom.
"Alright babe, leggings off, and get up here." He says as he lays down on the pillow and tilts his chin up. I smile, strip, and straddle his hips. "Nope, higher." He says as he grips my ass and drags me forward.
"Seriously?"
"Seriously, drop that sweet fucking pussy on my face before I spank you for not listening."
Tingles spread through my body at his words. Bryson’s brown eyes lure me in and I lose myself in their depths. I lean down and whisper in his ear. "What if I want you to spank me?"
"Do you?"
"Maybe."
"Fucking hell, Jo." He grunts and then grips my ass so hard I fly forward. He lifts his head and connects with my pussy and my bones melt instantaneously as he starts with a long slow lick from bottom to top.
I grip the top of the headboard and chant his name with yesses and oh fucks alternating with his moans of appreciation.
His fingers start to tease my asshole and everything clenches. I can feel his smile against my skin and love that he pushes me.
Below me Bryson hums and the vibrations run through me. A light sweat breaks out across my skin and instinctively I grind down on his face a little deeper.
"Shit, Bryson, don't stop, I'm so close." I squeak out as my whole body starts to tense. Bryson slides his thumb into my vagina and another finger presses against my ass and I shatter.
Quakes rack my body and he doesn't relent. His fingers pulse into me and his mouth continues to devour my labia and tease my clit. It’s almost too much. There's too much sensation and I can't handle it. Slowly he lightens the pressure of his tongue on me and he slowly slides his hand down my thigh.
I sit back on his chest and look down at him. His face is red and wet and he looks ravenous. Like he could eat me out for another hour.
The thought makes my inner walls clench and I feel more of my arousal leak out of me.
"Fuck Jo, how are you feeling?"
"Me? Oh I'm just fine." I say as I slide off of him and lay down.
"Just fine?" He says as he rolls over and props up on an elbow. "I fucking rocked your world just now."
"Eh," I try to be casual about this but Bryson sees right through it.
"Oh. Fuck no, I'm a competitive asshole but no one can get you off like I can."
"MVP?"
"Man vs Pussy? Man wins." He grins as he gets to his knees.
"Oh my god, you're ridiculous." I laugh and he pushes my knees up towards my chest.
