Page 66 of Braving the Storm
Crowding inside leads to assisting her with the act of shedding jackets and boots and layers that I’m impatient to get rid of before I point in the direction of the couch. “Sit there.” Briar seems to be in enough of a daze that she follows my instructions without any further protest. The last fucking thing I want to do right now is slow things down when my heart is thundering like a stampede inside my chest, but I have to light the fireplace, and while I do so, she eats up my every movement with an openness that feels electric beneath my skin.
Maybe she’s been hiding just how much she wants to look my way without restraint, much as I’ve been trying, and failing to do, when it comes to her.
At least this way, it gives both of us a moment to get things straight, or at least for me to ask the sorts of questions I should be asking. All of it is most definitely the sort of shit an uncle shouldn’t be daring to think, or breathe out loud, but fuck there’s no way I can resist Briar anymore. Seeing as I’m destined for hell, I’d rather pack my bags, knowing I’ve had her consent along the way.
Once the flames are dancing, casting shadows and flickering orange light around the room, I turn toward the sight of my undeniable obsession. The girl I potentially spell ruin for.
Briar has her feet tucked beneath her, jeans still unbuttoned, settled loose over her hips, and she looks my way from behind her thick curtain of dark lashes.
Staying crouched on my haunches in front of her, I rub a thumb over my jaw. The scent of her still lingers on my skin, and fuck, if that doesn’t make it damn near impossible not to pounce on her. I want her cum on my tongue. I want her velvety cunt swallowing my cock. I want to feel her squeeze the life out of me when she comes and begs and moans my name.
“Tell me what you enjoy the most.”
Her dark eyes widen. “I—I don’t really know.”
“Just think about it… You said it yourself: you’re good at taking care of things on your own. So, when you’re all alone, what do you use? A toy?”
Her flaming cheeks say it all.
My heart double bounces. The image of Briar spread out while I run a vibrator over her soaked pussy evaporates anything else from my mind real fast. “Have you got it here with you?” God damn. I nearly choke on my own words.
“I want to die of embarrassment right now.” Her teeth sink into that lower lip I want to suck down on again and feel how it makes her tremble.
“We’re just talking… I need to know.”
“You really don’t. We shouldn’t even be having this conversation.”
“What was all that outside about getting experience from someone you can trust?” I cock my head to one side, unashamedly looking my fill. This girl had better get it straight in her mind that I’m not going to give in.
She wants this; she’s just too afraid ofsomethingorsomeoneto admit it and reach out for what she desires.
Briar buries her face in her hands. “I can’t believe I said that,” she mutters into her fingers, voice muffled. “I can’t believe I’m even considering this… that we’re talking about this.”
I use that opportunity while her face is hidden to make my move, shifting across the couple of feet separating us, and it’s easy to position myself right in front of her. From here, knelt on the floor at the edge of the couch, I can easily glide my palms,smoothing over her thighs. She jolts, breath hitching, hands flying away from her face as I make contact.
“So you enjoy using a toy, that you may or may not have stashed in that carry-on of yours. Any hard limits?” Using my touch to guide her into position, Briar might be giving me a wary look through those eyes, but her body certainly knows what it wants. Good girl she is, her legs part, allowing me to settle between her knees. Exactly like having her perched on my lap in the truck, I can’t help but keep touching her, maintaining a slow rhythmic glide up and down the material hugging her thighs.
She gulps, watches me, and I give her time to catch her breath, not trying to rush things because this girl is skittish enough as it is. Eventually, Briar finds an answer. “How do I know if I do have any, or what they even are?”
“What feels like an immediatenofor you? And if you don’t know, that’s ok, you can always tell me when you come across one.”
Briar makes a soft noise and her hips twitch, chasing the movement of my palms when they skate higher towards where her button hangs open. “You say all this like there’s going to be more than one occasion this happens.”
She’s just pointed out the greatest irony of my life, because up until now, I’ve never wanted anyone more than once.
“Trust me, I already know, once I get the chance to taste you properly, one time won’t be enough, darlin’.”
That seems to have the desired effect because a shudder rolls through her frame, and her breathing quickens.
“Tell me this…” I’m so fucking gone for this girl. If she stops things, of course, I’d respect her wishes, but I might actually die if she does. Or my dick might fall off. “How about you tell me what turns you on? If you don’t know what your limits are, let’s start with what you know youwant.”
Curling my fingers over the loosened waistband, I pause, giving her a heated look, a look filled with every filthy promise ofhow good this is going to feel, but one that requests permission all the same.
Like the perfect fucking dream girl she is, Briar lifts her hips up so I can tug her jeans down.
“I like… I like the idea of you doing whatever you want. For you to use me… and show me.” With a gasp, the words rush out, and her fingers claw the sofa.
She’s nervous, but at least has the courage to ask for what she wants.
