Chapter 21

Wes

I love falling asleep with Bryn beside me.

However, I love waking up to her on top of me a tad more.

My girlfriend’s lush lips brush the shell of my ear at the same time she spins her lower half in a slow circle to stir my cock. “ Good morning, Mr. Wilcox. ”

The tiniest lick of my lobe leads to me growling my retort, “ Morning, little prey… ” She happily hums as I glide my palms up the side of her bare thighs towards her ass. “ Serving me breakfast in bed again? ” Her girlish giggles instantly transpose into needy whimpers when my fingers flex into her cheeks. “ How thoughtful. ”

“ I am thoughtful… ” Feeling her literally grow wetter gathers more groans and tightens my grasp. “ So thoughtful. ”

She is.

Yes, because she bought me the shark shirt I’m going to wear home this morning.

And yes, because she bought me a new shark pen to sign paperwork with.

But more importantly because she’s let me pick the speed of this relationship.

When we go out in public.

Where we go.

How long we stay.

Who we interact with.

She never pressures me to be a “normal” boyfriend that wines and dines her at the hottest spots where we can have our photos taken or end up on someone’s bullshit blog or possibly run into an actress or athlete.

No.

Bryn let’s me do what I feel comfortable doing while occasionally pushing the limits knowing it’ll do me some good.

Like the shirt she bought.

It’s not my style – at all – but I appreciate that she bought it.

That she didn’t just expect me to pay, although I was a little pissed, she didn’t.

I love that we went “shopping” together.

I love that next week we’ll be going to the movies together – in a completely rented out theater of course.

I love that we have something real.

I love that she’s real.

I love… her.

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Before I can offer another carnal comeback, I’m gradually guided inside, soaking muscles greedily engulfing my cock inch by inch. Their hot, unwavering hold has me not only struggling to breathe, but my balls drawing tightly upward to bask in the wetness that’s trickling towards them.

Taunting them.

Tempting them to just let go in spite of the fact we just started.

That I want this shit to last longer than the quickie against the glass we had pre-bed.

Rather than remain bare chest to chest, Bryn slides herself to a sitting position, plants her palms between my open thighs, and rests back onto them, giving me a beautiful, shaft swelling view too perfect to ignore.

“ Relax, Wes, ” she smuttily purrs, chin tilting towards the ceiling. “ Just enjoy the ride. ”

I happily groan at the command and tuck my hands behind my head to do what I’m told.

Admiring the way her messy locks hypnotically sway occurs first, but it’s the enticing sight of her delicious nipples growing harder and harder in tandem with her pussy clenching around me faster and faster that completely collects my attention.

Has my fingers aching to join the adventure.

The slow, steady rocking allows me to observe the hitches in her breath and the way her body trembles when my dick dives a little too deep or perhaps just deep enough.

Those same shakes are the ones that summon me to slightly lift my hips up.

Shallowly thrust.

Craftily work to hit the hilt which makes Bryn throw herself into the strokes.

Bounce a bit brisker.

Wind her frame around and around and around so that her clit can receive more brushes.

More attention.

Unable to resist any longer, I relocate the edge of my thumb to rest against the swelling nub.

Simply let it linger.

Wait for her to become obsessed with the additional pleasure it brings.

Bryn’s toes repeatedly curl on every light caress, body pushing itself to buck faster after each one, propelling us far past the gentleness we started with.

“ That’s right, little prey, ” I barbarously grumble between harder heaves. “ Give me what I fuckin’ want. ”

Her pussy instantly clamps down in objection.

Submission.

Uncertainty.

“ Come all over my cock .” More crazed pumping thoughtlessly presents itself. “ Show me who this pussy belongs to. ” The bawdy grunting is attached to even more erratic thrusting. “ Who it’ll always belong to. ” Bryn’s head tips further back on a choked breath. “ Who I’ll always belong to. ”

The tiniest squeak is barely heard prior to the screaming of my name, “ Wesssss! ”

Pulsations savagely start around my shaft, sucking it in deeper, steeping it in so much searing wetness that my dick is damn near drowning with no chance of survival unless it comes. Thick, torrid surges bury themselves to the furthest depths possible pulling a need from me to shoot all the way up.

Yank my girlfriend back to me.

Dive my impatient tongue inside her mouth and literally suck up the last of her screams.

Unfortunately for us, a small knocking at the door indicates my next plan of licking clean the mess I just made isn’t on the menu.

“ Wes …” Holmes cautiously calls out. “It’s time.”

“And breakfast?”

“Your to go order for Mo Mo’s has been placed.”

“Thank you. We’ll be out shortly,” I reply loud enough to be heard around the blockade.

Bryn leans backward so that her blue, mirth glossed gaze can lock onto my mixed one. “And this is why I don’t set an alarm.”

“You mean this is why you’re late everywhere.”

“I am not late, Mr. Wilcox.” Her mischievous smile effortlessly sparks mine. “I am on simply on nautical time.”

“You’re not on a ship.”

“But at heart I’m always in the ocean.”

“That may be true, however, for now, we are working on land time , which is the same thing you need to be on for your interview on Friday.” My hand lovingly slides around the curve of her ass. “ Understood, Miss Winters? ”

“ Understanding, Mr. Wilcox. ”

A playful spank is given to both cheeks along with a chaste kiss to her lips.

Getting up and dressed isn’t nearly the quick feat it should be primarily due to the woman I’m crazy about, insisting on driving me crazy, by playfully unpacking every item I manage to get put away.

It takes two more insistent knocks from my security guard who worked half the shift monitoring our hall – with Hurst taking the other half – before she stops joking around and actually changes.

Instead of putting back on the clothes we wore yesterday, we each put on the gift the other grabbed.

To my surprise, mine fits perfectly.

It’s comfortable.

The material is breathable.

And the creation in the middle sparks an idea to possibly mimic something like it for the anniversary proposal.

Bryn’s tank top sits low on her tits like she prefers yet makes her eyes sparkle exactly like I hoped.

I swear to the art lords of DC that they look like something ripped straight off the pages of a comic.

“Can we take a picture by the glass?” she unexpectedly questions, stopping me midmotion from putting on my hoodie. “I really wanna remember this adventure.”

There’s no hesitation in my response. “No.”

“But we don’t have any together.”

“We don’t need any together.”

“I don’t like you always deciding what we do and do not need, Wes.”

This time there is reluctance to respond.

Because she’s right.

I have a strict way I prefer to do things.

To have things done.

It didn’t seem like such an issue until she strutted into my life refusing to do anything without some sort of negotiation or collaboration.

“Maybe we don’t need one together, Wes, but I want one.” Her fingertips lightly link with mine. “I want one to look at when you’re not around. When I miss you.” She gently tugs me forward, leading me towards the space I had her pressed against the glass just hours ago. “One to pop up on my text from you when I get a new job where you can’t hover in the other room.”

“ I don’t hover, ” is quietly murmured.

“I want a picture of me with the man I love.” Her bold statement is accompanied by a challenging stare. “So, are we taking one or what?”

Love.

She loves me .

And she said it.

Just.

Said.

It.

We didn’t discuss it or theorize about it or even consider the idea of maybe one of us is moving too fast for the other.

No.

She simply spoke her peace.

Did what it is I admire about her and spoke her truth.

Declared it.

Unapologetically.

Everything she does is so beautifully blatant.

“Okay,” slips past my lips in the same muted tone as the previous statement. “ Just one. ”

Bryn steals an excited bite of her bottom lip, pulls out the device, and arranges it in selfie mode. Seeing my own reflection fills my stomach with dread and disgust instantly, yet the second her lips press to my cheek, I helplessly grin.

Lean into the love.

Her.

The picture is over so quickly, I honestly don’t realize it’s happened until she begins lowering her hands.

“ One more ,” I confidently command. “ I want one where you can see how much I love you too.”