Page 56 of Slow Burn
“Honey, you look...damn, you look so fucking amazing. I missed you.” I wish I could take that one back as her eyes darken with sadness.
“Thank you.” Brynn takes the flowers, her flushed smile fading just a little.
I follow her in while she finds a vase for the flowers, kicking myself for my stupid mouth. Brynn in the kitchen is my very favorite sight, though. Her ass sways in her dress, her thighs bare and thick and, Jesus, I'm losing control. Her hair falls into her face and I itch to reach out and shove it behind her shoulder, but she throws it back, her tits bouncing in her dress. Oh, good God.
Why I feel like a horny teenager, who's never touched a pussy, I've no clue.
I breath in her sweet peppermint-peony scent, the citrus of her shampoo and I'm rock hard. Not a good look when I'm aiming for a romantic night. I can't help it, though. I missed the fuck out of her, I love her till it hurts and I just want her back. I need to earn it though. Still, I'm moving to her before I can stop myself.
“Fuck, honey you smell good.” I find myself pressed into her back, my hands at her hips, face in her thick hair.
“Levi...” Brynn shudders though, and my dick jerks in my jeans.
It's her that presses back into me. That arches her head back onto my shoulder. Brynn melts against me, her softness welcoming my hardness. Takes everything I have not to bend her over, hike that dress up and drive deep inside her. My fingers dig into her waist, tugging her back against me, my hips rocking into her ass.
“I missed you. My queen.” It's said with heat against her ear before my mouth is there, hot and wet at her soft flesh.
“Levi...please....” Again, that shudder as she rocks back against me too.
My hands shove up her waist, one smoothing between the neckline of her dress. The other moves her skirt out of my way, sliding over her velvet skin towards her panties. All at once I realize my girl is bare. No bra, no panties. I move all at once; my teeth sink into her neck, fingers of one hand spread her soft, wet folds open as the other rolls and tugs her left nipple.
“Fuck, Brynn. You look so Goddamn good. Smell so fucking good. Feel so damn right.” A soft, pleading moan tears through her as I sink my fingers into her.
Brynn twists her head, fingers in my hair, taking my mouth like she owns it. Which, let's be honest, she does. That kiss is brutal; tongue and teeth, wetness and heat, punishment for my sins. I let her take, and take, all she needs. Because I need to atone, again. I give though, too. Two fingers roll her nipple, tug and caress her softness, while the two fingers between her legs start pumping.
“Levi...baby...fuck.”There it is. That husky, needy, possessive growl of hers almost makes me come in my pants.
“Let me have it, honey. I need it. Give me something, Brynn.” And, she does.
Brynn is kissing me deep and fiery hot as she comes for me. Comes so hard I need to pin her to the counter with my body to keep her upright. Our tongues tangle, her teeth tear into my bottom lip. I welcome it; every bite, every mark, every bruise she could brand me with. Brynn still shudders when I lifted away, fixing her clothes and watching her eyes in the dim light of the kitchen.
“Think I needed to make you come more than I need to come myself.” I murmur as my fingers slide from her slick heat.
Watching her, I suck those fingers into my mouth and groan.Jesus Christ.
“Levi!” Brynn giggles.Fucking giggles.
“Goddamn I love your laugh, Brynn.” Those freckles are scattered over her face, her neck, her chest.
“And I love your freckles. When they pop because you're happy. After I make you laugh. Or make you come.” I swirl my tongue around my two fingers and she whimpers, watching with heavy eyes that swirl bright jade with need.
“I love your laugh too. And that beauty mark.” Brynn bends back against my chest, dusting her lips over a mark at my neck.
“Mmm, I fucking missed you. So fucking much. I....Brynn...I am so fucking sor—” Brynn kisses me quiet, sweet and slow, twisting in my arms to face me.
I lifted her, tossing her atop the island and shoving between her long legs. I kiss her back, tangling my fingers in her thick hair to tilt her head back. I break away, both of us breathless and not nearly satisfied. That will have to wait. I've got a promise to keep.
“I am going to date the fuck out of you.” I whisper softly, tugging at her jaw to force her eyes to mine.
“Then let’s date.” Again, that giggle, and the date has to wait a few more minutes.
We make it to the pavilion in time though, after a swift trip through evening traffic. I helped her to the Explorer, held her door and then took her hand the moment she was buckled in. I let her pick the music, like always, but we were both quiet on the drive. Once there, I tug a blanket from the back and lead her to the perfect spot beside the stage.
Brynn folds in beside me, tucking her dress beneath her bent legs. I lean back against a smooth stone boulder, watching her as the sun sets behind her. Goddamn, she's perfect. So damn beautiful. When she catches me looking, her eyes go soft and she flushes pink, freckles dotting her fair skin.
“Behave.” How she sing-songs it lets me know she doesn't mean it. Not one bit.
Before the show starts, Brynn has settled between my legs, head at my chest. Her long legs are crossed between mine, feet bouncing to the music. I hold her close, arms around her waist, smiling into her neck when she sings the songs. It's so perfect, just being with her. Sharing this with her. Just the two of us and nothing and no one else.
