Page 32 of Tangling Hearts

Chapter Twenty-One

Annie

Cropped Jacket: off. Red Blouse: off. White Lacey Bra: poof.

Walking through Brendan’s living room with a swing in my hips, I hook my fingers into the belt of my skirt. “I wore this skirt for you.”

He smirks, the stack of clothes I’ve just thrown at him, lying in his arms. “I know. I was there when you picked it out, remember?”

Throwing him a flirtatiously skeptical look, I ask, “You were?”

“Keep on the skirt. And head for the kitchen.”

“Yes, sir!” I salute him and almost run headlong into the couch as I spin around. He cracks up behind me and moans as the laughter becomes pain. “Serves you right! You were going to let me run into that!”

“It would have been hilarious.” He’s holding onto his ribs with one hand, tossing my clothing onto the couch with the other.

“Just like the scene in that movie today,” I smile.

“We didn’t see a movie. We fucked all afternoon.”

Walking to the dining room table, I pick up an iron owl that’s stationed as a centerpiece. Turning it over to inspect it, I shrug. “Oh yeah! I forgot.”

He grabs my hips and I drop the owl, yelping, “Wooo!”

“Yes, that’s the sound the owl makes,” he smirks.

Before I can come up with a witty comeback, Brendan pushes his hips against mine from behind and bends me over the table. The heat of his hard-on takes no time to warm me up. I look over my shoulder, long hair falling in front of my face. He gathers it into his left hand, the right one gripping my hip, his fingers tucked where my body bends. He tugs on my hair and I gasp and rub my ass into him, wishing this skirt was off, off, OFF. But he’s in charge, just like I want him to be. So deliciously in charge. He turns me around and latches his lips onto mine, plunging his tongue into my mouth like a promise of things to come. We suck on each other, taste each other, hurting for each other as the feeling builds and drives us. He tries to lower himself to kneeling, but his body objects and, frustrated, he growls and steps away. Panting, I watch and wait. This has happened a couple times today. Each time, I’ve learned this about him: He doesn’t like to be weakened by anything. He doesn’t like something in between him and what he wants. But he always finds a way.

So I wait as he looks around the room, his frustrated glance grazing the spiral staircase. He walks to it and looks at me, an animal in his eyes as he points. I hurry over pulling off my panties from underneath my skirt as I go. He watches me with a look that says he wants me now, and he doesn’t want to wait for things like taking off panties or walking.

“Grab that table.”

I look over to where he’s pointing. “The little one by the coffee table?”

“Yes.”

I run over, breasts bouncing in the breeze of my speed as I run in my heels, hair blowing back a little, too. Grabbing the small table, I carry it back quickly and set it by the stairs where he’s standing. He licks his finger and reaches out to tease my nipple, sending a moist shiver into it and making it even harder. “Put your leg there.” I plant one heel on the little table and push my knee out. “Hold onto the railing.”

He watches my breasts move up as I raise my hands and hold on, elbows slightly bent. He stands back, his eyes clawing their way across my body from the ground up. With those eyes of his and that dark hair, he could be a werewolf or a vampire. And me? I could be the happiest girl on planet fucking Earth.

“I’m loving every second of this,” I whisper.

“Did I say you could speak?” His eyebrows rise.

I smile and shake my head, sucking on my lips to stop myself from saying No, sir. Sorry, sir. Anything you say, sir.

He slowly unbuttons his shirt, pulling it off. Now it’s my turn to stare. The ripples of his muscles are insane. He throws the shirt down and slips off his belt and plays with it before he tosses it away with a twinkle in his eyes. I grin at him and his eyes go dark again as though to say, this is serious stuff here.

I nod and lose the smile. He tilts his chin up and unbuttons his form-fitting, weathered blue jeans, slowly unzipping them as my knuckles go white from grabbing the railing harder so I don’t race over and lick him. My eyelashes fall as he pulls out that gorgeous, hard, cock I can’t get enough of. Completely naked, he stands slowly running his hand up and down that perfect shaft. I glance up to see his full lips open, his eyes smoldering, looking at me like I’m a horse he’s about to ride. He walks over and slides his fingers up my thigh, into my skirt and into the folds of pussy. With tiny circle-flicks, he teases me before he slips his middle finger inside me, pushing in, then coming out to circle me again. I begin to pant desperately and he pushes my leg open more. I throw my hips forward and look down to see him bending and guiding his rock-hard cock into me. Who needs to go see a movie when you’ve got this for entertainment? And the soreness will only last for a couple seconds. I can take it.

With a sexy groan, he looks down, brings his foot up on the table with mine and we rock together. His full lips are open as his eyes slide up to meet mine. We stare at each other through half-closed lids, our bodies moving like they finally found what they were always supposed to be doing. With every push, my pussy’s tight around him and driving him wild. The slow movement pulls us into ecstasy bit by sweet little bit. The ache can’t be rushed. He’s still got to be careful, and what’s surprised me the other three times we fucked today is that when you don’t rush it when you want to, it builds an even deeper orgasm than you could have created of your own free will. If I were to grab his body and pull him to me hard and abandon myself to this wave of erotic pleasure pulsating through my veins, it would be great, but holding back… until I can’t hold back anymore… until the climax comes to take me no matter what I do or want… it’s a high I never thought possible.

The burning ache pulls from within us as we kiss and moan… and then we feel it everywhere. Every cell in our bodies ignites. A tremor unleashes in my pussy. I throw my head back with the contractions, the inside of my walls pulsating onto him, pulling him with me over the edge of the cliff. I cry out as he jerks up and plunges deeply into me. He yells out and takes my mouth in his, my cries quieted by his tongue. My leg hooks around his and I let go of the railing to slip my fingers into his hair, kissing him with all the love I have for him. My Brendan. My heart. My impossible dream come true.

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