by Celia Loren
I've just dropped the last pin onto the bedside table when he takes my nipple in his mouth. I gasp and wrap my arms around his back, letting my head tip back and my hair graze against the pillow below me. He sucks gently on me, swirling his tongue around and around. I feel his hand sliding down my front as he makes his way to my other breast, and moan softly as I feel him dip his fingertips under the top of my panties.
He flicks his tongue briefly across my left nipple, then nudges my cheek with his nose and presses me back down onto the mattress with his chest. As I sink down, he moves slightly off me and I feel his tongue exploring my ear.
"You're so beautiful," he murmurs as his hand moves completely under my panties. I feel his middle finger slide over my clit and my body jumps.
"Oh, Brent," I moan, turning to find his mouth. His tongue slips against mine as his finger flicks across me. Just as I feel wetness saturate the cotton of my underwear, he pulls them downward and off me in one swift motion. His hand is back on me, now pressing two fingers slowly inside me. Two weeks without his touch feels like forever and I pant with pleasure, as he makes a beckoning motion with his fingers against my g-spot.
I reach for the top of his sweats and slide one hand inside his pants, taking his throbbing cock in my hand. I work my palm up and down his length, and tease my fingers around his tip. I pull my hand back and to the top of his pants, pushing them down. He rolls onto his back momentarily to pull them off, then hops over my leg and presses himself down on top of me.
He grins as one hand slides around my thigh and he hooks it over his lower back, as he moves his other through my hair just behind my ear. He doesn't let go of our eye contact as I feel his cock find my opening. I whimper in pleasure as he spreads me apart, his gaze locked onto mine. I feel his shaft pressing deep inside me, inch by exquisite inch. Only when he has reached his depth does he bend his head down and kiss me, circling his hips around as he slides his tongue against mine.
I hook my ankles together as he begins to thrust inside me. He's moving achingly slowly, pulling out almost completely before driving back inside. I wrap my arms around his neck and bury my face into his chest, wanting to memorize every sensation I'm feeling even as I'm getting lost in them.
He begins to move faster, and a moan escapes from my lips. He finds my mouth again and I can taste a bit of salty sweat on his upper lip. I nibble on his lower lips and he groans and begins to drive his hips faster. His hands reach down and under my ass, and I feel him spread my cheeks apart and tilt my hips upward. I dig my fingers into his wide back as I feel him plunge deeper inside me.
"Oh, fuck, Cora…" he groans, holding my ass firmly in place as he charges into me again and again, faster and faster.
"Brent, Brent…" I call out his name as an orgasm tears through me, my body lifting off the mattress as he shudders against me, his finishing strokes eliciting every last bit of pleasure from my body.
With a gasp, I relax back against the bed, his massive frame collapsing on top of me.
"I love you," he whispers in my ear.
"I love you, too," I reply, a grin spreading across my exhausted, happy face.
Chapter Thirty-Two
One year later…
"Why don't you put it by the window here?" Brent asks me as I walk around the bedroom, our bedroom, with a framed photo of Grace. He gave me the silver frame yesterday when I moved in because he wanted me to have my own things in the space, too. I place it on the console table where he's pointing.
"Good," I agree with a nod.
"Should I wear a tie?" he asks as he buttons up his shirt.
"No, no, it's not that fancy," I assure him, hurrying toward the closet to find something to wear myself.
"Hey," he says, his arm snaking out and around my waist, pulling me against him. His mouth finds mine and he teasingly parts my lips with his.
"No fair. We have to go," I say with a smile.
"Proud of you," he murmurs before releasing me. I blush and skip happily into the closet, turning to the right side where I hung all my clothes. I select a green sundress and pull it on, then step into a pair of Espadrilles before heading into the bathroom to check my makeup. I take a deep breath as I look in the mirror and try to steady my nerves. My graduate art show starts in less than an hour, and the whole Redmond family is coming, plus Aaron and Eugenia, of course.
It has been a little overwhelming to move into, or back into, the Redmond estate on the same weekend as my show, but my time in the dorm was ending, and Brent and I didn't want to wait any longer. He supported my decision to finish my degree, and we got a chance to be a normal couple for a while. Well, not that normal…I remember the other students' eyes bulging out of their heads when they got a look at my gorgeous boyfriend picking me up from class in a car driven by his personal security guard.
I kept the details of how we met private from my friends at school. Brent already had enough publicity about him swirling around, and I didn't want to add to it. Kristine and Mark both ended up pleading guilty—Mark to the fraud charges and to helping Kristine cover up the murder, and Kristine to the murder itself. At least we were all spared the attention that a trial would have caused.
"Good?" I ask Brent as I walk back into the bedroom and sweep my hand over my dress.
"Beautiful," he says, brushing a kiss across my lips and then taking my hand. I can't help but grin. I still get a giddy feeling in my stomach when we hold hands. He leads me out of the bedroom and then to the top of the stairs.
Whitney walks out of her bedroom at the same time and claps excitedly as she sees us.
"I can't wait to see everything you've been working on!" she says, bouncing down the stairs behind us. Aaron and Eugenia are already waiting in the foyer, and the new maid, Greta, is walking down the hallway towards them.
Adjusting to my new role in the house has definitely had its odd moments, and will probably take some time to get used to now that I live here. One change that I asked Brent to make was that we are all, staff and family alike, going to have dinner together on Sunday nights in the dining room. I don't want there to be as much of a separation between the family and the staff.
Mrs. Redmond is the last to join us, strolling regally down the hallway from the guest house. She was initially a bit frosty when Brent and I started dating, but she's come around.
"You look beautiful, Leigh," I greet her, still feeling a bit strange calling her by her first name.
"Thanks, Cora. I hope you don't mind, I invited some of my friends who are looking for new pieces for their vacation homes. They'll meet us there."
"Yes! That's wonderful. I'm sure my classmates will be glad to have buyers there."
Whitney takes my arm as we head down the front steps to the two waiting cars. "Do you think you'll get engaged and everything soon?" she whispers excitedly. "Then we'll officially be sisters!"
"Whitney!" I laugh. "We've discussed it, and I do think it's coming soon, but he's trying to surprise me," I divulge.
"What are you two whispering about?" Brent asks, wrapping his arm around my waist as he catches up with us.
"Oh, nothing," Whitney replies. "Can I ride with you two?"
"I want this one to myself for a little while," Brent says with a grin. "How about on the way back?"
"Fine," Whitney groans, heading toward the second, larger car that Aaron is driving.
Brent opens the door for me and I slide in, and in a moment he's behind the wheel. He starts the car, then reaches over to take my hand.
"You ready?" he asks with a smile.
"Ready," I reply.
THE END
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