Page 61 of Unrivaled Love
Bryson turns frantic. He lifts to his knees and grips the hem of my shirt before pulling it over my head. He tosses it aside then his fingers slide into my shorts and he pulls them down.
I clamp my thighs together because my core is already desperate for friction.
Bryson's hands travel up and down my body, mapping every inch as our mouths collide over and over. The only pause in our connection is when I have to pull back for a breath.
I let my hands explore and they rake through his coarse chest hair before traveling over his round shoulders and down his back to his ass. My nails dig in and I scratch up his back. He hisses and arches with the movement and I love that I can get a reaction out of him.
When my fingers coast up into his hair he pauses. "I want you Jo, desperately, but you're in control here. You want to stop, we stop. Tell me what to do and I'll do it."
"Finger me." I tell him and Bryson smirks then leans down to kiss my neck as his hand trails across my collar bone. The sensation of his mouth on my pulse has me throbbing with need. My clit is desperate for his touch.
Bryson’s mouth continues to kiss and nip across my jaw and collar bone. His fingers circle my tits and travel down the center of my body.
Each touch sends me further past the point of no return and I’m falling into the abyss of intimacy with Bryson.
He pushes my knee open and then traps the other between his thighs. The only thing that can compete with soccer thighs might be hockey man thighs. They’re firm and strong and hairy and I love the coarse feel of him against my body.
Bryson's fingers stroke my entire pussy and I grind my hips up to seek more pressure. I feel his cock on my hip and I whimper because it is arousing to know I arouse him. He kisses my shoulder and then leans back to watch me.
I turn my head to face him and when our eyes connect he drills a finger against my clit and my back arches.
"Fuck yes," I hiss and his fingers take off.
The tight circles coil my insides and my vaginal walls are clamping and pulsing as he strums my clit.
"That's it Jo, fuck you're beautiful." He says in awe.
I close my eyes and focus on the weight of his arm on my hip, on how he leans in to nip at my shoulder. How his cock twitches and seeks me out.
Sparks fly up and down my body and the world fades away. Everything that exists is here and now with Bryson. My muscles wind tighter and my lungs pinch as I reach my peak. "Yes, yes, ohmygod, yes." I chant.
I feel his fingers slip against me and he swipes down to my ass before returning. When his fingers resume, I feel a pressure against my clit I've never felt before.
"Wait, wait." I pant and reach for his wrist. Bryson pulls his hand to my hip and leans up to look me in the eyes. "Something was different, like a pressure."
"Pressure?" He asks.
"Yeah, it felt like my clit was going to explode." I explain breathless.
"Really?" He asks and I see amusement in his eyes. "Have you ever?"
"Ever what?"
"Squirted." He says as his hand trails circles over my abdomen.
"No." I laugh. "That only happens in pornos."
"If you say so." He says before pushing his hand back between my thighs. "Can I keep going?"
"I already came." I remind him.
"I know Josie, I want to see you come again."
Words get lost on my tongue as he pinches my still swollen clit and I throw my head back into the mattress.
"I want to worship you." He whispers into my ear and I groan. "You deserve to feel incredible and powerful all the time but especially here." Bryson lifts and lines up his cock but he hovers there. My body is begging for it. For him. I want to feel him in and around me. "And when you let me in, I'm going to claim you. You're my ultimate prize."
His words wash over me in a daze. I don't understand them. I don't understand why he doesn’t just fuck me. I'm digging my fingers into his bicep but he doesn’t seem to feel it. He’s hovering over me as his fingers keep pressure on my clit and his erection slides along my thigh.
