Page 67 of Slow Burn
I toss the mail on the coffee table as she steps between my legs. My dick is hard because I love those long, creamy legs of hers. Because I know I am about to take the first step in helping her build our fantasy. Make our family real. And because I can smell how hot she is.
I lean forward, careful of my still bandaged ribs, but willing to take the pain either way. Propping my cast up on the coffee table, I cup her ass and tug her closer. Brynn gasps as I bend further, kissing her lace covered pussy before I tear her panties off.
“Levi!” I chuckle because she doesn't care about the panties and we both know it.
I close my lips around her clit, groaning when her tart strawberry pussy floods my mouth. I land two slaps on her perfect ass, shoving a hand to my cock to stroke it when she moans. I lick her sweet slit in long, slow strokes, smiling against her heat when her thighs start to shake.
“Baby...please don't hurt...oh God. Yes!” Brynn tosses her head back, her long crimson waves brushing her ass.
I bite at her clit, suckling her, one hand stroking my dick, the other shoving into her. Two fingers shove into her tightness, pumping and rubbing at her g-spot, the third slipping into her puckered ass. Brynn bucks hard against my face, her fingers tangling in my hair. I get her close but pull away.
“Come here. Now. Sit on my cock.” I fist my cock, working her juices down my thickness as I watch her with heavy eyes.
“I am afraid to hurt you.” I can tell she wants it though, her tongue dragging over her bottom lip as she watches me pump.
“Shut up. Come, my queen. Take my dick like it’s your throne, honey.” I swat her ass and spin her, her knees already bending as I start to lift her.
Its awkward at first, my feet lifting to the coffee table as she struggles to spread her long legs wide. I hook my hands beneath her thighs, lift her as high as I can manage and settle her ass right over my dick. Brynn's fingers dig into the wood of the chair as she lifts herself. Looking back at me, she drops back down, seating her hot, wet pussy on my cock.
“Oh, fuck. There it is. Now I'm home, honey.Shit.Now ride me.” I lift enough to take her mouth, my hands shoving her shirt up so I can cup her perfect tits.
Brynn pushes off my lap a few times, her tongue twisting with mine. I thrust up hard and she moans, biting my lip. Realizing its more painful not to have her, to be denied this connection, she lets go. Pushing her feet against the floor, she rides me like the queen she is.
“Yes. Yes. Oh...God...Jesus, yes. Baby.” I fucking love when she says it like that, and I thrust up a few times to let her know.
It's been too long though. Her pussy is so perfectly hot and wet and so fucking tight, I know it won't last. My fingers tug and roll her nipples, my mouth ravages her, and I feel the orgasm barreling down on me. I drop a hand, spreading her folds and rubbing fast circles at her swollen clit. With my other hand, I slap her ass as it bounces on my lap.
I watch as my queen rides me like she owns me, and fuck does she ever.
Brynn's head is tossed back, her arms flexing as she bounces harder and faster, grinding on my cock. It's mid-afternoon out and the sun lights her up and it’s the most beautiful thing I've ever seen. When her fingers claw at the chair, I know she's close, so I take over.
I tug her back flat against my chest, still kissing her. Telling her I love her. How fucking sexy she is. How I missed being inside her like this. Connected to her like I've never been to anyone else. I band an arm over her front and pin her to me, thrusting up into her hard and fast. Brynn shudders, pulsing around me and I lose it.
“Fuck. I'm coming. Come with me. Come with me, honey.” Her sounds push me over the edge and I pump a few more times before emptying inside her.
Brynn's orgasm sets off a small second one for me, her pussy going so tight I can barely move inside her. I bite her shoulder as she shudders against me, sweaty and spent. A soft tangle of messed hair and throaty whimpers.
My ribs are killing me and I struggle to breathe but I don't let go. I don't pull out. I don't pay attention to the throbbing in my leg. I hold her close as we both come down. I softly whisper into her ear, emotions making my words thick.
“Brynn. DNA results came back,” I of course told her during my hospital stay what I had done, “Amelia is mine. Just like we knew she was.” Brynn shoots up, twisting at the waist to gape at me.
“Oh, baby! I knew it. I knew she was yours.” A sweet, tender kiss and she lifts away to watch me with loving eyes.
“We did know. Know what else I know?” I carefully adjust her, spinning her on my lap, and thrusting back inside her teasingly.
“Oh God. What, baby?” Her freckles are everywhere and I love it. Those pretty jade eyes are sated, full of love, and so fucking bright.
“I also know that she's yours. No one but you will ever hear our Princess call her mama. Not if you make our fairytale real...and adopt her.” I nod over her shoulder at the other piece of mail.
Brynn gasps, glancing back and seeing the human services letter lying with the results. I was always going to ask, no matter what the results said. But I had done the math—I figured when I slept with Isabel last and it all added up—so I'd hedged my bets and had a friend get together the adoption paperwork, just in case.
“I want to give you my name too, but I want her to have yours first. I put in a request to get her name taken care of. It won't just be Amelia Holt. If you don't mind, I'd like it to be Amelia Olivia Holt.” Brynn's eyes flood with tears and I felt my nose twitch in response.
Olivia; Brynn's middle name. I couldn't think of anything more perfect. Other than her saying yes to adopting my daughter. My mother's name and hers. The two women who had taught me about love. What it could be, and how it could save you. Give you something real and magical all at once.
I could never change the fact that Isabel was her mother. I was doing what I could to have that taken care of on paper, if we could get Isabel to agree. I thought we could. But I could always make Brynn feel like a part of her belonged with Amelia, because it did. She was my daughter's mother and paper or not, that was a fact.
“Oh, Levi. Yes. I absolutely want to adopt her. Amelia Olivia. I love it. It's so perfect. I love you. You are the most perfect man I have ever met. Your father would be proud. I am. Amelia will be.”
