Page 113 of Unrivaled Love
“I want to fuck you.” Bryson whispers as I slowly release his thigh from mine.
“Yes, please, shit Bryson I need you inside me.”
He pulls my legs up and hooks my knees over his arms. He enters me in one thrust and we both exhale together.
“Shit Jo, you’re so tight.” He says through gritted teeth. I smirk and bear down on him. I try not to laugh when he falls forward to his elbows and my legs fall open further. We reposition and I wrap my legs around his ass and use my heel to bring him even closer.
I stare up into his brown eyes and feel the love in them.
We might not be saying the words yet but we’re feeling it. We’re showing it to each other.
He pumps into me and his hands brush along my face. Our movements cause feathers to poof up around us and it adds to the magical feeling of this coupling.
“Damnit Josie, I feel everything. I feel your tight fucking pussy strangling my cock.” He says and I pull him closer to me.
“I feel everything too, Bry. I need you, all of you. C’mon baby, let’s let go together.”
“I’m right there Josie.”
“Me too, Bry. Show me.”
He takes my mouth in a deep kiss as his hips drive into me in short, rough punches. I gasp for breath between our lips and slide into an orgasm that feels like relief.
All the tension melts away, all my fears, my doubts. I have Bryson in my arms and I’ll never forget this feeling. This moment will carry me through the days, weeks, fuck maybe months without him.
Bryson keeps his hands on my hips as we walk to the bathroom. His hands stay on me as we shower and he only breaks the contact when we work to clean up the feathers before falling back into bed. His arms wrap around me and I give him this because the connection keeps me afloat too.
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The quiet zip of a suitcase wakes me. I roll over and find Bryson already out of bed. "Hey." I call out to him as I stretch.
"Hey Jo, sorry, I didn't mean to wake you up. I couldn't sleep."
"That's fine, is it time to go?" I ask as I poke the sleep out of my eyes.
"Almost, but I was thinking I'd take a car, you don't have to get up and drive me."
"I want to." I insist. I pull the covers off and sit up. "Let me get dressed."
"Okay," he says as he sits on the edge of the bed.
I pee and brush my teeth.
Tears sting my eyes when one fleeting thought of leaving him at the airport slips in.
Fuck.
Three weeks ago I couldn’t stand him.
Or, at least I was jealous of him.
But now, the idea of being separated from him brings me to tears.
I sniffle as I square my shoulders.
I do hard things for a living.
Yes it's a game but it feels like going to war.
