Brynleigh
I knew he was going to kiss me before he leaned in and did just that. I had my hands beside me, my fingers curled into the blanket. My heart was racing and my palms were sweating.
His mouth on mine was soft, almost gentle. I’d never known Rooney to be either of those things. But as he lifted his hands and cupped both sides of my face, mindful of the bruising, all I wanted to do was give myself over.
With Rooney I felt safe, protected. I knew nothing would hurt us, that he’d give his life to make sure I was okay. We were far from being out of danger, but I knew with him things would be okay eventually.
I had to have faith or things would go downhill far too fast.
I moaned softly and he pulled back.
“Did I hurt you, baby?”
I smiled and shook my head, and this time I was the one who leaned in and kissed him. The kiss once again started off sweet, almost hesitant. I was finally going after what I wanted, and that was Rooney.
“I want you, Rooney. I want this.” I murmured those words against his mouth and kissed him harder, using more passion, letting that dam finally break free.
He had his hands on my thighs, his fingers pressing against my flesh. He slowly opened my legs and got down on his knees, moving himself between them so we were pressed close together now.
“I should stop,” he whispered against my mouth and I shook my head, not breaking the kiss.
“Please,” I whispered. “Don’t stop.”
He groaned and kissed me harder, stroking his tongue along the seam of my lips, having me open for him. He delved inside, worshipping every inch of me, pressing his tongue against mine ... mouth fucking me.
“I could devour you and it still wouldn’t be enough,” he groaned, pulling away just enough that our lips barely touched, but still brushed together when he spoke. “It will never be enough.”
I opened my eyes and stared into his. For long seconds we didn’t say anything, the heat intensifying in the room, the chemistry between us suffocating.
I wanted more.
“Rooney,” I whispered. “Please, make me feel something other than what we are living.” My throat was tight, my body alive. I was worried he’d deny me, turn me down, maybe thinking it was for the best.
But as he stared into my eyes, I realized one thing with the utmost certainty ... he wanted me like no other.
“You sure about this, baby?”
I nodded and licked my lips, watching as his gaze lowered to my mouth to watch the act. He slid his hands down my waist and gripped the hem of the sweats I wore—a pair of his that were far too big for me, but ones that made me feel closer to him.
I braced my hands on the mattress and lifted my bottom up, so he could pull the pants down. I was breathing hard and fast, and I felt my pulse beating rapidly at the base of my throat. Could he see how he affected me?
Once the sweats were off, he tossed them aside and had his hands on my thighs, running his fingers up and down my skin, causing goosebumps to form.
He gently pushed me back on the bed, and I went down fluidly. And then he had his hands on my inner thighs, pushing my legs open, making me spread for him. He made me show him the most intimate part of my body, a part that no man had ever seen before.
I stared at the ceiling, feeling so nervous, my hands clinging to the sheets.
“Bryn, baby, relax for me.”
He moved his hands over my hipbones and placed his palm flat on my belly. I felt that heavy weight relaxing me, calming me.
“I’m going to take care of you. I’m going to make you feel good.”
I nodded. I knew he’d watch over me, make me feel good.
And then I felt his warm breath move along my pussy, bushing against my folds. He used his thumb and forefingers to spread my lips even wider as he ate me out, licking and sucking, devouring me.
My head was tossed back, my breasts thrust out. The pleasure coursed through me, stole my very sanity, made me dizzy with need, gasping for air.
“That’s it,” he said against me, the vibrations from his voice having me cry out as ecstasy tore through me. He licked me like a sucker, from my pussy hole to my clit, humming in approval, in pleasure. “Give it to me, baby girl, give it all to me.”
I gripped the sheets even tighter, harder, pulling at them, trying to stabilize myself, trying to stay on earth. But all I wanted to do was float away.
He sucked on my clit, pulling at that bundle of tissue, drawing my orgasm from me.
“Come for me, baby. Give it to me.”
I panted, my eyes opened as I stared at the ceiling, feeling the world drift away from me. And then I felt myself implode, the pleasure so intense I saw stars, felt fire lick across my arms and legs.
He didn’t let up, just sucked and sucked and sucked until tears sprang to my eyes and I cried out.
“More. I need more,” he whispered and pulled away and I forced myself to look at him, to stay conscious when all I wanted to do was pass out from how good he’d made me feel.
“We are just getting started, baby. I’m going to make you come so many fucking times tonight, you won’t be able to walk straight tomorrow.”