Every Night (Brush of Love 1) - Page 72

“Oh, Bryan,” she said breathlessly.

“I can’t wait. Please don’t make me wait.”

Her legs curled around me, and I soon found myself sinking into her. The swirling smells of paint and canvas twisted around my head as the scent of her womanhood trickled up our bodies. Goosebumps broke out all around my body as my hips sat against hers, and for a split second I simply reveled in how warm and inviting her body was. The way her walls gave way to my intrusion as I slid deep between her legs. The way my trimmed curls sat against her swollen clit, causing her to shiver every time I rolled my hips into hers. I could see the growing lust darkening her stare, covering her body in a red flush I soon hoped would shine for me by the time I was done with her body.

I dropped my lips to hers as her hands roamed along my torso, but the moment I drew back and slammed in, she moaned out into the room. I could hear the sounds as I dipped into her body, slicking my cock as I coated myself in her. She was my favorite scent. She was my favorite taste. She was my favorite meal, and now she was going to become my favorite recreational activity. Her walls let me in. Her body opened itself up to me. I could see her beautiful breasts bouncing for me with each thrust I took, and the more I rocked, the more her body gave over to me.

Over and over again, I pounded into her hips. Her hand reached out for the painting, grasping it before it fell to the ground and destroyed the very painting she was trying to finish. My lips traced her outstretched arm, smirking as goosebumps appeared all along the dips of her body. I could feel her wetness trickling over my skin, dripping into places only her body had ever found on me.

I traced every inch of her exposed skin as she writhed against me. I picked her up from the table, and she released the painting, listening to it as it fell onto the table. I pressed her back against the wall, rolling my hips into hers as she panted and sang out for more, and all I could do was assault her body in every way I knew that pleased her. She wrapped her arms around my neck while our bodies danced as one, and I could feel her heart hammering fast against my skin.

“You’re breathtaking, Hailey. I love you so much.”

She whimpered into my ear at my admission, and it brought a smile to my face. She was clamping around me, pulling me deeper into her body as my lust for her overwhelmed me. I could feel her healing me. Picking up the pieces of my broken soul and gluing them back together with her love. I could feel her reaching into my broken sternum and cradling my heart while she warmed my cold body with hers.

“I love you, Bryan. So, so much,” she said, whispering.

I pinned her wrists above her head and slammed my lips down onto hers. Our teeth clattered, and her breasts pressed against my chest, and I rolled my hips while I caressed every inch of her trembling body. Her legs locked around me and pulled me closer, squeezing me with the strength of her voluptuous curves as she arched into me. Never in my life had I felt so melded together with another person in my life.

And I was lucky it was her.

“I’m so close,” she said breathlessly. “So close, Bryan.”

I peeled her from the wall and brought us down to the floor. I cradled her head in my hands, my eyes dancing along her pink tendrils that were slowly growing longer with each passing day. I nestled against her body, her skirt bunched up at her hips while our sweat drenched our skin. I lost myself in her beautiful eyes while my body swam around in her healing powers.

She was a babbling brook of fresh water, and I was a man who had been wandering the desert for years.

I wanted to drink up her depths and never come up for air.

Slowly, I began to roll my hips. Her eyes fluttered shut as my forearms held me up. I felt her legs lock around my waist as she met me, thrust for thrust, and I could feel the way her body massaged me, beckoning for me to dive into the brook and drink up its current.

Faster and faster and faster I went, slamming into her while her fingernails raked along my biceps. I groaned as her body massaged mine, drawing my cock in deeper toward her heart. My lips danced along her neck and breasts, kissing and nipping and marking what was mine. So long as I had her in my arms, I’d do anything in my power I could to keep her around. I’d tell her anything, buy her anything, provide her with anything she needed just so she would stay, and I wouldn’t have to go back to living the life I had before I met her.

Before I needed her.

“Yes. Bryan, yes. Keep going. Please. Oh, yes!”

Her body stuttered as I dug my knees into the floor. My toes curled and breathing picked up, and I could feel my motions stuttering as she clamped down around me. Her body clung to me like it always did before she was about to pop. It was as if she was holding onto me, so she could fling me over the edge with her. Fall with her into the deep, dark hole pleasure afforded us whenever I could caress my skin against hers.

“Hailey. Holy fuck, you feel so good.”

I thrust into her one last time, and that was all it took. Her lips crashed into mine as she fell apart, my mouth swallowing her moans as she quaked against my naked body. My cock pulsed deep within her, giving into her body’s massages as I released and fell over the edge alongside her. I groaned into her lips, feeling her smile as I filled her with my presence, and I could feel our arousals trickling down to the floor.

I plummeted to her body while she held me close, and I buried my face into the crook of her neck as her fingertips danced around my back.

The two of us panted for breath. If walls could talk, they would breathe our very sounds into the room, replaying the lust and desires we had for one another.

“You make me feel powerful, Hailey,” I said into her skin. “You make me feel like a whole man again.”

I felt her embrace tighten around me as I slid from between her legs. She graced my skin with her lighter-than-air kisses, and I closed my eyes while I took her in. I memorized her smell. Her touch. Her taste. I memorized how her arms held me tight while her legs stayed parted to embrace the whole of my body. I took in the silence of the room as the air conditioning kicked on, circulating the sex-soaked air from the small back room and refilling it with air we could debauch with our own actions once more.

I scooted myself down and planted my head between her breasts, taking in the sound of her rhythmic heartbeat against my cheek. She ran her fingers through my hair as her body stayed open for me, and I could’ve fallen asleep just like that.

I could’ve laid there for centuries, never moving, and felt like my life had come to completion.

I knew the men would be coming back from lunch soon, but I didn’t care. I knew they would start to question things if they saw me coming out of this backroom with Hailey, but I didn’t care. All I wanted to do was soak up life with her the way I knew she did. All I wanted to do was take advantage of the moments in front of me instead of always reeling myself in. If there was one thing Hailey had taught me while her sister was here, it was that the only moment guaranteed to us was the moment we were currently living in. She lived every single second of her life to the fullest extent, and there was a part of me that felt guilty.

That was a lesson I should’ve learned from my brother’s death, but I had been too wrapped up in my guilt and anger toward the situation, toward my parents, that I hadn’t allowed

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