Page 15 of Something Borrowed
“What’s the flower for?” she whispers.
Lifting the single rose, I allow the soft petals to tickle down her cheek and over her lips. Her chin drops and her eyes flutter closed. “I thought it might be fun,” I breathe in her ear, making her entire body shudder.
Her hand trembles as she tries to slide the key card into the lock. Wrapping my hand around hers, I guide it into the slot before pushing her inside the room.
There’s a thud as her purse drops to the floor the second I push her up against the door. The rose in my hand soon follows as I find what I’ve been waiting hours for. Her lips.
“Fuck,” I grunt, pressing myself against her soft curves, my hands running over every inch of her. But still, it’s not enough. “I need you, B. I need you right now.”
“Yes, yes,” she chants.
I intended on bringing her up here and taking my time, showing her everything she’s been missing for the last ten years. But now she's here, panting for more, and I can’t resist. Slow and sensuous can wait. Right now, we both need this release. It’s been a long time coming.
After shrugging off my jacket, I skim my hands up her thighs, lifting her dress up around her waist. I press my fingers against the damp lace covering her mound. She whimpers against my lips and I press a little harder.
My cock hardens to the point of pain. She must sense my discomfort because as I continue to tease her over her panties, she reaches out for my waistband. My pants and boxers are soon being pushed down over my hips, thankfully releasing my straining cock.
“Fuck, Bry,” I moan when she wraps her tiny hand around me. “I need you.”
“You’ve got me.”
Dragging my eyes open, I look down into her desire-filled chocolate gaze and any tiny bit of restraint I had snaps. My hands wrap around her thighs and I lift her. Without any instruction, she reaches down and pulls her panties to the side. In one swift movement, I fill her. We both cry out as I thrust as far in as she’ll allow me.
“Jesus, fuck.”
“Move,” she demands and I’m powerless to do anything but what she asks.
With my fingers bruising her thighs, I pull back and thrust up. Her head falls back against the door as she cries out. The rippling of her muscles has me racing towards release all too soon and I can’t draw this out. I need her hard and fast, right fucking now.
Dropping my head to her exposed neck, I suck on her sensitive skin. Her pulse thunders against my lips as her release gets within reaching distance.
“I need to feel you coming, Bry.”
“Oh, shit,” she moans as I lick up the length of her neck. I bite down on her earlobe and she explodes around me. Her pussy grips me so tight as her orgasm hits that I’ve no choice but to follow her.
“Bryony,” I growl in her ear as my balls draw up and I fill her full of everything I’ve got.
It’s long seconds before I pull back. Resting my forehead against hers, our eyes connect and our breaths mingle.
“Hey,” she says, her cheeks brightening.
“Hey.”
“That was—”
“Not what you deserved,” I interrupt. “Now, let me show you how it should be done.”
“Oh.” Her chin drops and a smile twitches at the corners of her lips. “That’s not it?”
“That’s only the beginning, baby.”
Bryony
The conviction in his words makes my stomach clench. Those few minutes were earth shattering and reminded me of everything we once were. But it wasn’t enough, and I’m so glad he thinks so, too.
Releasing my legs, he puts me back on my feet and stands back. “You’re so fucking beautiful.” His eyes run over every inch of me and my skin prickles with his attention. He bends down to collect the discarded rose before reaching for my hand and pulling me farther into my room. Stopping a few feet from the bed, he stares me straight in the eyes and demands for me to stay put.
Taking two steps back, he pulls his tie off and undoes his dress shirt before shrugging if off and allowing the fabric to drop to the floor. My eyes feast on the inches upon inches of tanned and toned skin in front of me. After toeing off his shoes and dropping his pants, he comes back to me.
