Page 112 of Unrivaled Love
Breathing is a struggle but each deep inhale pushes my chest into his touch.
“More Bry, I need more.” I whimper.
“I know you do, Killer. But I’m running the play, got it?”
“Fine.”
“You’ll be happy with the results.” He chuckles and I want to kiss him and shove him away. Teasing is torture.
I watch his face as he concentrates on his gameplan. His light touches are driving me absolutely insane. Every cell in my body is desperate for him.
My patience is rewarded when he leans forward and kisses me. His hands push up my arms and he links his fingers with mine as he grinds along mystomach. I feel his cock getting harder. I hope he can’t stand being edged out either and soon pounds into me with the force I expect from him.
The kiss relaxes my body and mind as I lose myself in his taste. So when he slides the pillow out from under my head I yelp a little in surprise.
“What are you doing?” I ask as he sits up and holds the pillow over us.
“Playing.” He says and then he rips the thing wide open.
Feathers explode and fall around us like snowflakes. Each one settles after a moment and I reach up to clear a few from Bryson’s curls. He tucks his head and blows an exhale over my breasts, clearing the debris but driving my nerve endings to their limit.
“Oh god,” I exhale as the feathers dance off my skin and fall to the side.
Bryson only smirks before he lifts a feather and traces it over my chest. He moves more quickly than he did with his fingertips and I curl my hips up as a silent plea for attention.
“Is your pretty pussy asking for more, Jo?”
“Yes, shit yes, Bryson. Please.”
“So, if I were to…” he trails off and I open my eyes as his head drops and his mouth takes my breast. The heat and the wet makes my other nipple pebble harder and he reaches up with a hand to grab it roughly.
I arch into him and he hums his satisfaction which sends more ripples of pleasure through me.
Bryson switches sides and I feel a surge of arousal at my entrance.
Holy shit, he’s making me come just from tit play.
I glance down at the plane of his back as he hovers over me, devouring my body. The way his curls bounce slightly with the movement of his head. I will need to recall this when we’re apart. I must stock up on batteries because I’m going to need my vibrator constantly.
Bryson blows cool air on my chest, wet from his kisses, and it feels like the first contact with alpine lake water. The shock spreads quickly to a shiver and my body warms in its wake.
My hips lift again and Bryson smiles. “Here baby,” he says as he slides his thigh between my legs and lines it up in the apex of mine.
I clamp around him and the rough hair on his muscled thigh is exactly the grit I need when he’s tickling my shoulders with feathers. I grind against him and the contact along my entire pussy causes my muscles to flex further.
“Fuck, Bryson, I’m close.”
“Ride my leg Jo, get yourself there.” He says as he shifts to his elbows and I watch his abs flex as he watches me.
“Oh shit, yes, Bryson.” I chant and he dips again to suck and nip along my breasts. Every muscle in me is ready to explode. My vagina clamps down around nothing and my stomach bottoms out.
“Yes baby, that’s it, Killer. Fucking fall Josie. Let go for me.” Bryson whispers all this against my skin and I do.
I fall.
I’ve fallen.
I’m a goner.
