Sean

by Desiree Wilder

  “We’re calling it a night,” I hollered. “We have jet lag!” I pushed the door open and carried a still giggling Brynn inside.

  I could hear Ethan laughing as I shut the door. “Good night!” he and Gia said in unison.

  I locked the door and set Brynn on the table. “Jet lag?” She laughed as she released her legs and lay back.

  My eyes went immediately to her belly button. “It was all I could think of. I fricken love that thing,” I said.

  She ran her finger around it, teasing me. “I love what it does to you.”

  I chased her finger with my tongue before I caught it and sucked it all the way in. She moaned and pushed her thighs together. “Did I see a bottle of wine in the fridge?” she asked.

  I nodded as I sucked.

  “I’d like a glass,” she said. “Would you get me one while I change?”

  “Of course.” I lifted her off the table and watched her all the way to the bathroom. When she shut the door, I opened the wine and lit the candles that were scattered around. I found a decent music channel and put it on low. When I turned down the lights, I was happy with the way the room shone. It was perfect.

  Speaking of perfect, the bathroom door opened and Brynn stepped out. My jaw dropped as I ran my eyes up and down and up again. Her hair was pulled up, but strands of long blonde curls lay against her tanned skin. She wore a pink satin teddy with black lace that had a slit up the front to her chest and ended right above her ass. The matching panties were black lacy strings with the only patch of pink satin covering her virginity. The diamond-like stone in her belly button sparkled as the candlelight hit it and her bare legs and feet shone like moonlight on a lake. I was speechless.

  She walked toward me with a knowing grin, but turned before she reached me and went to the counter which held our wine. She took her glass and sipped it as she leaned against the counter innocently. Her eyes closed and her body suddenly snapped into perfect posture position. I was confused for a second. Then I heard the beat of the music and realized I was in for a treat. My heart raced as I picked up the remote and turned up the volume.

  Her head fell to one side and then slowly went all the way around and back again. Her body began to move and I was mesmerized. She took the rest of her wine down in one easy swallow, which made me swallow, although not as easily. Her eyes opened and she flashed me a I’m-gonna-rock-your-fucking-world smile. I had no doubt.

  She turned around and held the counter as she looked at me over her shoulder and bounced her ass with perfect rhythm. The black string stayed in place even when she squatted all the way down to the floor and shot back up in an instant. Wow. She grabbed the bottle of wine and took a swig straight from it before she stepped up onto the stool, and then atop the bar table like a cat. Fuck.

  Once she was atop the table, the show really began. She pointed to one of the stools and I stumbled to it, not taking my eyes off her for a second. She took another swig of the wine and handed me the bottle. I lifted it to my lips and took a gulp. My throat was dry, as I’d been panting with my mouth wide open since the bathroom door opened. I loved watching her move and she gave me the show of my life as I sat front row.

  The music changed to something slow, and as she wound down, she stepped onto my thighs and sat on the table in front of me. I ran my hands up her calves to her hips and pulled her off the table and onto my lap. She landed with a giggle and there was my sweet Brynn again.

  “I love dancing for you,” she said.

  I took her face in my hands and kissed her as passionately as I knew how. She responded beautifully and the moment was burned in my mind forever. I was completely overwhelmed by her and I suddenly wanted her to feel the same about me. I actually had anxiety over the fact that she may not be as smitten with me as I was becoming with her. I had to rock her fucking world right back.

  I ran my hands under her teddy and up her back, making her arch into me. She leaned her head back and to the side as I followed her jawline with my tongue. Her nipples were hard when my lips finally greeted them through the satiny softness she wore. She pulled on the back of my head and our eyes met.

  “Take me to bed,” she whispered.

  I scooped her up and carried her to the opening in the canopy. I laid her down and she kept her eyes on me as I walked across the room, turned the music back down, and brought our wine back to the bed. I held up the bottle and she nodded, so I poured her some and handed it to her. She sipped as she watched me undress to my boxer briefs and pull something from our shopping bag. Her eyes grew big as I took her wine and set it on the nightstand.

  “I didn’t get a chance to tell you how absolutely gorgeous you are tonight,” I told her.

  She smiled. “Yes, you did. You said it with your eyes.”

  “What are my eyes saying now?” I raised and lowered my brows and crossed my eyes.

  “You want to make me come so hard my eyeballs come loose?”

  I laughed. “Something like that.”

  I kissed her lips, neck, and ear as I held myself above her beautiful body. She ran her fingers through my hair and down my back, moaning when I nibbled her in all the right places. I opened the front of her teddy and dragged my tongue back and forth between her belly button and nipples. She was moving her hips by then and I pressed against her, giving her a bit of what she wanted.

  I pulled her panties off and licked her sweet lips. She tasted as pure as sugar and responded to my touch by thrusting for more. I loved her enthusiasm and my cock swelled. I turned on the bullet we’d picked out earlier and she gasped when she heard the buzz. She pulled herself up on her elbows and watched as I ran it up and down her thighs. I held it against her opening and her head went back. Her breasts were heaving and her hips rocked. I spread her lips and the second I placed the bullet between them, she moaned and her elbows came from beneath her, letting her body drop down to the bed.

  I put a finger inside her, halfway. She was dripping wet, loving her new toy. I knew the timing was right and she was plenty turned on, so I pulled off my boxers and her teddy. I reached in the bag and got the lube and a condom. I knew she had the implant, but I wanted to be extra careful with her. Plus, I could last longer with a condom, so I put it on and coated it with lube.

  “Brynn, if something doesn’t feel right, you’ll tell me, right?”

  “Yes.”

  “I’m going to use the bullet on you while I’m inside you because I want you to come on your first time. Is that all right?”

  She smiled and nodded.

  I had to stop and suck her nipples on my way to her lips. They were begging me. I was against her opening as I kissed her and nibbled on her bottom lip.

  “I want you now,” I told her.

  “Yes, please,” she begged.

  I watched her as I pressed against her and started the bullet. She smiled and her upper body relaxed as she fought to keep her eyes open.

  “Just relax, Brynn,” I whispered. “Close your eyes if they want to close. I want you to feel open and uninhibited.”

  Her eyes closed and her hips rocked for me. I pushed slowly and eased into her as I watched her face carefully. She was as tight as I’d ever felt and it hurt so good.

  “Brynn, you feel amazing,” I whispered as I kissed her neck. I pulled back slowly and eased into her again as I softly kissed her lips. Again I pulled out and slowly back in, only halfway each time.

  “Okay so far?”

  She opened her eyes and smiled at me, so the next time I went a little deeper and she moaned. “Faster,” she whispered. I picked up the speed and put some pressure on the bullet. She arched and moved her hips more feverishly. I went all the way the next time and she gasped. I stopped.

  “Did I hurt you?” I blurted.

  She quickly shook her head no. She was breathing fast and her hips thrust with a perfect rhythm. “Faster and harder, like you did that time,” she demanded. I smiled.

  I picked up the speed again and gave her all of me, again and a
gain. She was all over the place and I felt like she was about to explode, but she was holding her breath, or holding back.

  “Let go, Brynn. Don’t hold back.”

  “Sean! Fuck!” she screamed. “You feel…aahhh…so good.”

  She was pushing me over the edge by screaming my name. I could feel the vibration from the bullet at my balls and I wasn’t going to last much longer.

  “You’re so fucking sexy,” I told her. “I want you to come. You’re so beautiful when you come.”

  “Aaahhhh, Sean, yes, Sean!” I felt her shudder and pulse around me, so I pulled the bullet off her and came hard as I said her sweet name.

  “Brynn,” I repeated as I rested my body atop hers. “You’re amazing.”

  She opened her eyes and smiled. “Next time I want to be on top.”

  I laughed as I slowly pulled out of her. “Give me half an hour.” I kissed her and went into the bathroom to get rid of the condom.

  “Thank you, Sean. It couldn’t have been like that with anyone else,” she said when I climbed back onto the bed.

  It made me feel awesome and we snuggled. I felt very close to her, not just physically. I took her hand and entwined my fingers with hers, loving the softness of them. “You’re right; it couldn’t have been like that with anyone else. Thank you, Brynn.” I watched our hands as we opened and closed them around each other. “You said you love dancing for me, why?”

  “You’re like a deer in the headlights when you watch me. We call guys like you virgins at the club. Your mouths drop and you watch every move. It’s a turn-on to be the center of someone’s universe, even if it is for only three minutes.” She giggled. “With you though, it’s as intense as I’ve ever felt. You look at me differently than anyone else has.”

  “You mesmerize me. I’d love to see you dance at Sashay.”

  “No boyfriends allowed, for obvious reasons.”

  “What? I can’t come and watch you dance?” That sucked.

  “You want to witness me giving the guy next to you a lap dance?”

  “Fuck no!” The thought of it made me jealous.

  “Like I said, for obvious reasons. They’re very strict about it. I’d lose my job.”

  “I’m going to try my damnedest not to be one of those insanely jealous boyfriends whose gorgeous girlfriend is a dancer, but it’s going to be a challenge. I’ve got to be honest about it. As your feelings grow for someone, so does the need to protect and shield them. I know how damaging jealousy can be in a relationship, so I’ll do my best, but you may need to check me periodically. Let me know if I’m crossing the line.” I knew in the back of my mind that she planned to quit dancing and start school next year, so I had to focus on that if I wanted to be with her.

  “So far, so good,” she said. “Just imagine that I’m at an office job or retail store when I work. Don’t even think about the details. It’s just a job.”

  “I’ll try,” I told her. Again, I reminded myself she’d quit next year.

  Brynn sat up slowly and smiled down at me. Her hair had come undone when she did and it looked sexy. She climbed over me and went into the bathroom. I sighed as I turned to my side and stared at the closed door. I wondered what she was thinking in there. Does she feel different? Do I mean more to her now? Will she want to experiment with other guys? Fuck! My stomach did a flip. I suddenly regretted it. I didn’t want her to want that. I should’ve insisted we wait the month like we’d talked about. At least by then she’d have developed more feelings toward me and I would’ve felt more stable. I shook my head. No, it wasn’t like that. We did have feelings for each other and she said it wouldn’t have been like that with anyone else. I had to quit being an over-analyzing pussy and be the man she was going to fall for. The door opened and she looked different.

  “Brynn? What’s wrong?” I jumped out of the bed and reached for her.

  She gave me her sweet, innocent look and shook her head softly. “Nothing,” she said. “I’m fine. I knew I might bleed a little, so I don’t know why it’s affecting me like this. I’m a little overwhelmed by everything. Fuck, I think I might cry.” She wasn’t one to say ‘Fuck’ or to cry, so I was concerned, yet slightly amused.

  “Brynn.” I smiled and took her hands, leading her nakedness back to the bed. “It’s okay to show emotion.” I set her on the edge and pulled my boxers on. I grabbed my shirt off the floor and pulled it over her head as she reached her arms up and into the sleeves. “Of course you’re a little overwhelmed.” I found her panties and put them on her. “You’ve had a lot of new experiences in the last few days, give yourself a break.” I sat next to her and held her tight as I kissed the top of her head. “You’re so open and honest with me through your words. Don’t shut me out when it comes to showing your emotions.”

  “I’m not shutting you out,” she said. “I just don’t get emotional.” The words stung. Why hadn’t I seen it before? All the times she so openly talked about her lonely childhood and unfollowed dreams, without tears or emotion. I didn’t see it because I didn’t want to be a therapist with her. I wanted to be her boyfriend and her lover. I wanted my own real-life romantic comedy and ignored the fact that she wasn’t ready. I was supposed to go slow and let her concentrate on her treatment. Fuck! I couldn’t press rewind; it was too late for that. So I had to press pause.

  “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean it like that. One of my favorite things about you is that you are so open and honest when you talk to me. I was afraid for a second when you came out of the bathroom that you were regretting what we’d done. Then, you told me exactly what you were feeling and it eased my mind, so let’s focus on making you feel better.”

  “Like I said, I’m fine. I definitely don’t regret it. It was amazing and I want to do it again…and again.” I kissed the top of her head. “I just need a moment. I don’t think I’m gonna cry now.” She seemed so sweet and fragile, unlike the way she was when she was being physical. All of it made me want to know more about her.

  “Do you want to lie down?” I asked.

  She scooted back and slid under the covers. “I love this bed,” she said. “Someday, when I have a bigger place, I’m gonna have a king-sized bed, maybe even one with a canopy like this.” She closed her eyes. I wanted to slide in next to her, but when she said she needed a moment I assumed she meant alone.

  I put our wine and glasses away and grabbed a beer. I sat on the porch and listened to a couple of songs from the concert that was going on. I hoped Brynn would feel better when she got up. I wondered how long she’d sleep. As if on cue, the door creaked open.

  “Sean?”

  “Yeah, baby, I’m right here.”

  She sat on my lap, huge smile on her glowing face. I held up the bottle and she took a swig. “I think it’s poker night,” she said.

  “You’re feeling better? You didn’t take much time.”

  “I learned some great techniques in meditation,” she said. “I can zone everything out and focus completely on myself in less than a minute. While I’m there I can relax and find peace, usually. In five to ten minutes, I’ve figured out what I needed to and carry on.”

  “Can I ask what you figured out this time?”

  She smiled and nodded. “Sure. This time I needed a reality check and a confidence boost. I was overthinking this, and us, and I had to re-convince myself that you’re still the good guy and that you’re actually interested in me. I have to keep being myself, you seem to like it.” Her face was pink when she shrugged and took another swig from the bottle.

  “Oh, I do. More than I think you realize. If you ever need convincing again, just ask me.” I kissed her lips as I held her face.

  She ran her hands up my chest and into my hair before she turned my head and had my lobe in her mouth, sucking and biting. I raised my hips as I felt the pulsing sensation travel down between my legs. Her breath was warm and hitched as I felt it on my neck and across my shoulder. “I can’t wait,” she whispered and my body tightened with antici
pation of the words she was about to breath. “To kick your ass in poker.”

  I laughed and wrapped my arm around her waist as I picked her up and carried her inside. “How can you think of poker at a time like this?” I said as I sat on the couch with her still snugly in my lap.

  “And what time is it?” she teased even more as she straddled me.

  I looked at my bare wrist. “Making-love-to-my-beautiful-girlfriend-thirty.”

  “Mmm. I love when you use those two words together. My. Girl. The first time you called me that, in your kitchen, I got weak in the knees. I’ll never forget that.” She smiled as she held my face and stroked her thumbs against my cheeks. “Don’t think just because you noticed the time that you’re going to get out of playing poker with me.”

  “I wouldn’t dream of it. I’m looking forward to watching you strip down to nothing when I go all in.” She sat straight up and moved her hips against my hardness. Then she looked down at her own bare wrist.

  “Will ya look at that?” she said. “It’s already my-turn-to-be-on-top-forty-five.”

  “Time flies when you’re having fun.” I said as I pulled my shirt off her and ran my hands over her breasts and swelling nipples. She leaned her head back and rubbed against me again, harder. I reached between her legs and put my middle finger in her as my thumb massaged her clit. She moaned and arched as I relieved her ache for a minute. Then she stood and took my hands, leading me to the bed.

  She pushed me down and pulled my boxers off. She dropped to her knees and took me deep down her throat as I watched. She licked, sucked, moaned and played until I warned her of my upcoming release. She stood then and stared down at me as she pushed her panties off. I scooted back onto the bed and she watched me put a condom on. Then she lubed me up and straddled me.

  Her hips went forward and back as she rode my cock against her clit. She leaned forward, kissed me, and I got the feeling she liked being in control. That was hot as hell and fine by me. I was completely at ease and willing to do whatever she desired.

  I pulled my head up and kissed her breasts. She gasped as I bit her nipple but she pulled my head closer so I kept it up. Her skin was soft and tasted like vanilla. Since I’d met her it’d become my favorite scent. I rolled one nipple between my thumb and finger as I suckled the other.