Page 96 of No Strings
Rhys hums along. He must know the song, I don’t think I’ve ever heard it. We continue to sway to the rhythm.
Rhys places a gentle kiss on my lips before spinning me. “…Let's see how much love we can make…” he dips me, and I squeal in laughter, holding his hat on my head.
He lifts me back up into his embrace and sings the line, “I want you in the worst way.”
I feel my face hurting from the way I’m smiling. I rest my head on his shoulder, the hat getting knocked off in the process, but we ignore it. He clasps my hand with his, holding them to his chest again, his other hand is on the small of my back. Our foreheads meet, and Rhys continues to hum along. I close my eyes and take it all in. And that’s when I feel everything shift.
I’m falling for my brother’s best friend.
I can’t stop it.
And I’m not sure I want to.
When the song nears the ending, he pulls back just enough to place a finger under my chin, lifting so my eyes meet his. He kisses my forehead and spins me out, and again I laugh. When our arms are stretched out, he spins me back. “I want you in the worst way…”
The air has shifted and there’s electricity sparking between us, which I’ve noticed happens a lot with us.
“…The worst way.”
The song fades and we’re left standing there in silence still holding each other.
Rhys cups my cheek. I close my eyes and lean into his touch, “Morgan.”
I look at him. Something dances in his forest green eyes, something I’m sure is mirrored in my own.
We meet halfway. Our lips gently press together, before turning into a firmer kiss, filled with promises that I’m scared will break my heart.
Pulling apart, we catch our breaths. Silently, Rhys leads me to his swag, helping me onto the thin mattress. He holds himself up, keeping the weight of his body off me. Tucking a piece of my hair behind my ear, he runs his hand along my jaw to my chin, then his thumb brushes my bottom lip. I let my lip get pulled down by his thumb.
“You’re so beautiful, Morgan.”
He doesn’t allow me to answer because once again, he claims my lips. Gently, as if I’m made from glass. Being tender and sweet; words I wouldn’t use to describe Rhys Donovan.
Rhys runs his tongue along the seam of my lips, silently asking for permission. I part my lips allowing his tongue to slip into my mouth.
I love the way he kisses me. Possessive and claiming, but reassuring and safe.
His hand lightly trails my pulse and circles my throat. When I don’t freak out, he adds a little pressure, “You’re mine, Morgan.”
“Yours.”
I roll my hips up his erection nudging at my swollen clit, I moan not caring if anyone can hear me.
Slowly he gets to his knees, reaches behind his head, and pulls his shirt off in one swift motion, showcasing his body and tattoos. The light from the dying flames from the firedance over his tan skin. I take a deep breath in when his hands reach for the hem of my shirt. I lift my torso up and he frees me of my shirt. I unclasp my bra, and he immediately shows my breasts attention, cupping them, sucking on one nipple at a time. I rake my fingers through his hair, pushing my chest forward.
With my breast in his mouth, his hand leaves my other and trails down my body, and into my jeans. “I love how you’re always so ready for me Princess.”
He gathers my arousal with a finger and circles my clit. I shift my hips at the contact, and he makes quick work of removing my jeans. I unbuckle his belt and then his jeans, lowering them just enough to free his cock. Then without hesitation, I wrap my hand around the base and work my hand up and down his length while sucking the velvet head of his cock into my mouth.
He groans and pushes forward causing my hand to drop from his length. When he reaches the back of my throat, I gag. A sound I think he loves, because he does it again. But then he withdraws from my mouth to take his jeans off completely.
Once they are off, he is back over me, forearms either side of my head. His knees rest between my legs, and I effortlessly wrap them around his waist. He thrusts forward, his cock gliding along my slit. I moan and raise my hips to meet his movements.
Then he pulls back, lines up the head of his cock with my entrance and slowly pushes forward. My pussy stretches around him taking all of it, until he is buried to the hilt.
He continues to fuck me in slow, measured thrusts, peppering my face in small kisses, until he finds my lips and kisses me long enough to take my breath.
Myorgasm slowly builds.
