Page 21 of Swamp Princess

“Go shower first.” I bat him away and give him directions to the men’s showers that are only a few doors down from the women’s. He chuckles and rummages through my dresser, knowing I have clothing here of his since I have stolen so many of his clothes over the years, or he has left them with me.

“Fine.” He moves back to the door but pauses midway, “but, Brin, we are going to talk.” He gives me a meaningful look and before I can pester him with what the topic is, he leaves me.

I sit down and grab a book, knowing that I won’t be able to contain myself unless I force my mind to focus on something completely different. After what feels like forever, the door opens again, and Blaise walks into the room.

I can smell the fresh scent of mountain rain on him from the body wash. I patiently watch as he locks my door before moving back to me. He looks a little nervous as he moves over next to me and that makes me a little nervous, too. I don’t know what could possibly make him nervous.

Blaise makes himself comfortable on my bed, moving back until his head is laying on my pillow. I move back with him and without a word, his mouth meets mine again. This time, his kiss is desperate and feels a little more frantic than I ever felt him before.

Pulling back, I look him in the eyes. “Blaise, is everything okay?”

Again, avoiding the question, his mouth meets mine and his tongue forces into my mouth. I sink against his mouth and let him kiss me hard. His hand starts traveling up my arm while I scoot closer to him. Our bodies are lined up as he deepens the kiss.

The fire between us starts and for the moment, I allow the distraction because after tonight, I need him. Blaise puts himself between my legs and I feel every hard inch of him. My body lights up with every part of me he touches.

The need to have him tonight becomes as urgent as his need. I struggle with my underwear under him as he leans up and rips his shirt and sweats off. I am already drenched for him as he lines himself with my entrance.

“Brinley.” I look up at Blaise and see something in his eyes I haven’t seen before.

“What?” I don’t know why he is holding himself back from fucking me, I let him kiss me which is his usual hang up.

“I love you.” His mouth slams down on mine as he pushes inside me. He takes any response away from me as he moves slowly inside me and his tongue plays with mine.

Blaise said he loves me. He loves me, too. My heart wants to explode out of my chest. I never thought that I would hear those words, at least not from Blaise. I feel him grip my hips and all of sudden, I am on top. I look down at him and his eyes show the love he has for me.

How did I miss this? I rock back and forth as Blaise plays with my clit, making me flush. He knows my body. He has known it since we were fourteen and has known me since we were toddlers. I grind against him while I ride his cock. Switching between bouncing up and down and grinding my hips.

I pull his free hand up and place it on my chest, wanting him to touch me everywhere. He obliges, rolling a nipple between his fingers before he leans up and wraps my legs around his waist. His mouth briefly meets mine before his mouth finds my hardened nipples.

I let my head fall back as he continues to control the pace now. I want to say the words back to him, but I don’t know if right now is the right time. I feel them at the tip of my tongue, but instead, I bite down on his shoulder before I bring his mouth back to mine.

Feeling the orgasm rising to the surface, I grind harder against Blaise. “I’m going to cum,” I whisper in his ear, listening to his moan in response.

“I’m going to cum inside you.” Blaise pulls back and looks at me. “I wish I could get you pregnant. I want to see you with my child.”

Again, startling me speechless, Blaise switches positions to where I am back under him and he fucks me deep and slow, I don’t stop the orgasm as everything around me sparks. I hear Blaise follow me, and feel his cum coat me inside before I feel some leaking out of me, even though he didn’t pull out.

“I love you, too, Blaise.” No longer being able to hold in the words, I wait to see his reaction.

“You do?” Blaise settles some of his weight on me, still not pulling his cock out of me and slowly rocking inside of me.

“Yes, I have since I was five. I knew I loved you from the first sneaky sleepover, when I snuck into your room, and you put the blanket over me and said you would always protect me.

He smiles widely, and my heart flips in my chest. “I think I fell in love with you the same day. I remember your eyes and the way you looked at me. My heart expanded, and I knew you were the one for me.”

Blaise finally pulls out of me and drags me onto his chest as he lays back. I let him stroke my hair and my back.

“There is something I need to tell you.” I whisper. I am going to talk to him about Vince and what he said. I don’t know what I am going to do, but Blaise has always had ideas.

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“Vince was at the game.” Is the first thing I say to him clearing out the sexual haze we are in.

“I know, Damien found me after.” I hear the hesitancy in his voice.

“What did he want?” I lean up to look at him, but he is looking at the ceiling.

“He wanted to talk to me about a few things.”

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