Page 4 of A Brilliant Spring

His tongue rolls along my clit before sucking it in. He buries his head into me, pressing his nose flat against my pubic mound. His teeth glide over my bud and pulse on it lightly, making an electric current shoot to my toes. His thick fingers find my opening as he runs them along my seam. He gathers some of my moisture and thrusts two fingers inside, hooking them to press against the spongy wall.

“Brandt,” I moan. I feel his smile curve along my pussy, and he thrusts into me harder. His tongue draws circles around my clit as his fingers drag along inside me, stroking me into a frenzy. One of my hands twists into his hair as the other braces against the cool tile wall for support. A tingle creeps over my body and my toes curl. I chant his name over and over as I speed toward the finish line. My insides tense as I get ready to come… “Yes,” I moan. The sparks are shooting all over my body now, and my eyes roll into the back of my head when suddenly…he stops.

When I open my eyes, incredulous, he’s standing, and my foot is back on the ground. He’s pumping himself, his jaw clenching as he uses his other hand to wipe my arousal off his face. “You’re not coming just yet,” he growls at me. I’m heaving breaths when he reaches out, spins me around, and presses me against the freezing glass wall. My face squishes up against the wall, my cheek obscuring my vision slightly. Brandt’s fat, hard cock slips against my clit, and he rolls it around, collecting the natural lube.

He lines himself up, pressing the crown of his dick into me, just one inch to start. My insides are screaming for him to ram his dick inside me and make me come. “Please, please, Brandt. I need you. Now.” I’m begging. I need this man like never before. He pulls back a bit but then slams into me, catching me off guard, gasping for air. “Yes…”

Brandt freezes. Not a single muscle moves. What’s going on? Then it hits me. It feels too good. Way too good. He’s just gone bareback into me for the first time. I revel in the feeling of his skin rubbing against mine. When he still doesn’t move, I rock my hips.

“Fuck, Eli. Stop for a minute or I’m gonna blow,” he growls. I look over my shoulder as the water beats down onto my back, and I see him, tensed, eyes clenched shut. I roll my hips again.

“I’m on the fucking edge. I need you, Brandt.” Something inside him breaks because he slides out and thrusts back into me, and hard. He bucks into me like a savage beast, grunting as his fingers curl around my hip and press in deep. I feel my skin bruise from his grip, but fucking revel in the painful pleasure. He pistons into me, one hard thrust after another. His thick, rock-hard cock drilling into the exact spot to make me come. Fireworks start to explode behind my eyes. “Yes, Brandt. Yes. Yessss…” I moan like a bad porn video, but I can’t help it. The way his cock fills me up and hits the right spot every damn time…it’s too much.

My legs quiver as I spasm around his cock, squeezing him like a vice grip. He grunts out a choppy moan as he finishes, plastering my insides with scorching hot come. As he’s coming down from his orgasm, his thrusts slow, and he leans forward, placing kisses on my back, shielding me from the downpour of water.

He withdraws and helps me stand up straight. My cheek is sore, and no doubt red, and my vision slowly returns in my right eye. Brandt’s shoulders slump as he takes a deep breath, like he’s been waiting to let out this pent-up energy. His come dribbles down my thighs and I squeeze them together to stop the weird sensation. His hand grabs mine and he pulls me under the water.

He turns to grab a loofah, lathers it up with soap, and drags it along my body, wiping it between my legs. “The least I can do is clean up my mess,” he chuckles in a low, gravelly voice. My skin burns, but with what, I don’t know. I can’t describe what’s burning me inside right now. But it’s something I don’t mind. It’s something that feels right with Brandt.

We climb into bed after the shower — naked, at Brandt’s insistence — and his arm sneaks behind my back and drags my body across the bed, tucking me under his arm. My head falls onto his chest and with his other arm, he hooks my leg over his. “Stay put,” he grumbles, his voice full of possession. But then he places a soft kiss on my forehead, sighs, and I feel his body relax.

I’m frozen in place, unsure of what to do. Scared to move. I’ve never cuddled before. My head bounces as his chest rumbles with laughter.

“You can relax. Nothing’s going to happen.”

I draw in a deep breath and let myself relax with the exhale. I do this a few more times and settle in, moving my body to make myself more comfortable. Brandt’s hand trails up and down my side, a light stroke. And somehow, this feels right.

Chapter

Four

Elissa

The next few days flew by in a blur of steamy, passionate sex. I don’t think Brandt or I left my bedroom for longer than ten minutes, and that was just to pick up takeout at the door. Brandt didn’t even have a change of clothes on him, so we stayed naked the whole time. The days were spent fucking on every surface, snuggling and watching movies on my computer, and consuming our calories in bed. The nights were spent with our bodies intertwined in various positions, sweating and panting, and cleaning up in the shower.

As Sunday afternoon finally rolls around, Brandt clambers out of bed after another salacious round and shuffles around the room, collecting his articles of clothing. All the muscles in my body ache from the three-day sex binge. They’re fatigued and in serious need of recuperation and rest, but I don’t want Brandt to leave. What is wrong with me?

Brandt is bouncing on his feet, tugging his jeans over his massive thighs, and the metal zipper grinds as he zips up. I shimmy out of bed, pulling the silky white sheet with me and wrapping it around my swollen, sore chest. I kick the sheet around until it falls behind me and saunter over to Brandt, my hand resting on his shirtless pec. My nails rake along his chest as I rise to my toes to kiss his soft, plump lips. His beard scratches against my jaw and I giggle like a schoolgirl.

His brows raise, questioning why I’m laughing. My finger traces along his strong jawline, scrubbing into his thick, bristly stubble.

“It’s scratchy. Someone needs to shave.” I place a kiss on the corner of his jaw, and I feel it clench underneath.

He grabs my wrists from his chest, lowers them, and gently pushes me away.

“You need to stop, or I won’t be able to leave.”

“Thus fulfilling my plan,” I reply, a small, sly smile sparking on my lips as they roll between my teeth. Brandt drops my hands, and he tugs his black t-shirt over his head, ruffling his hair. My hand reaches out and runs through his wavy golden hair, brushing back the locks that have fallen over his face. “Are you coming back later?” I ask. He gives me a strange look, one that I can’t quite describe — almost pained, maybe?

“No,” he breathes out. “Since we have to go into the office tomorrow, I was thinking of spending tonight at home and catching up on some things before tomorrow.”

My heart deflates, wondering how, in the span of a week, I’ve become so reliant on being beside him. “But tell you what,” he continues. “I’ll pack a bag.” He leans his head in to place a kiss on my lips. “And I’ll come stay the night after work.” His lips brush against mine again as he says this, and a warm shiver rolls up my spine. His lips linger against mine, waiting for an answer. I feel his lips twist into a smile as I nod, my nose dragging against his.

His arms slip around my waist, and he pulls me into a tight embrace as his lips press into mine. The kiss starts off soft and gentle, but quickly turns heated as his tongue lashes across my lips. My mouth opens and his tongue plunges in, licking every corner of my mouth. I moan into his lips, and he growls back as I feel the pressure growing in his pants. He breaks the kiss and steps back.

“Time for me to go, or I won’t be leaving,” he chuckles. “See you tomorrow, Eli. Good night.” He turns and leaves me standing in the middle of my room, naked and wrapped in a sheet, and a heated wanting between my legs. Needing to find relief, I pull out my favourite purple clit-sucking toy, although it’s not nearly as satisfying as having Brandt do it.

I’ve finally managed to put on my plush, grey housecoat and pad out to the kitchen in search of sustenance. The dishes clatter as I grab a bowl, spoon, and a box of cereal and place them on the counter. I open the fridge to grab the milk, closing the door with my heel. I pour the cereal into my bowl, but some sugary squares fall onto the counter. I pick them up and shove them into my mouth as I pour milk over my cereal.

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