Fairytale Love - Becca & Brian (27 page)

Becca cried out as her core erupted in spasms and arousal coated his hand. He continued slowly moving his finger inside of her until she finally collapsed against his chest. Then, slowly, he pulled his finger from the wet heat of her sex.

Brian wrapped his arms around Becca as she recovered from her climax, and he knew that, even if that was as far as things went tonight—or ever—it would be the hottest, most intimate experience of his life.

“Do you have a condom?” Becca asked as she lifted her head, her eyes still heavy lidded.

Okay, maybe not.

* * *

Becca watched the surprise in Brian’s eyes at her question. She would laugh at how adorable it was that he still didn’t know how much she wanted him, but her body was too busy enjoying the aftershocks of the earth-shattering orgasm Brian had just given her.

“Yes,” he said as he shifted their bodies so that she was now on her back and he was kneeling between her knees.

Hmm, this is a nice view.

Brian was sitting back on his heels and his shirt was half open. It would have been off totally, but she’d gotten sidetracked. She could only see a peek at the tan skin of Brian’s broad chest. It was teasing her and she wanted to see more.

Becca was just about to lean up and finish the job she’d started by removing Brian’s shirt completely when she felt her hips lift and she realized that Brian was pulling her panties down her legs.

He really did have ninja speed.

As she slipped her feet out of the panties she’d worn when Brian had sent her body rocketing into outer space, she felt cool air hit her sensitized center and it sent a little thrill through her. Becca had never really thought that being naked was all that sexy. In fact, she usually preferred to keep her shirt on the entire time any sort of sexy time was happening.

But this was different. Being with Brian was different.

She loved the way she felt being naked in front of him. She felt
bold
. She felt
confident
. She felt like he was the one person on Earth who was supposed to see her totally stripped down. Just her. All of her.

Feeling empowered by the boldness he inspired in her, Becca bent her knees up and set her feet on either side of Brian’s thighs. Then, slowly, as he watched her every movement, she opened her legs, letting her knees drop to the mattress so she was spread open in front of him.

She studied him as his jaw tensed, and quicker than she’d ever seen him do anything (which was saying something), he was out of his clothes and rolling a condom down his jutting erection. Becca watched, mesmerized, by the fact that, as his large fingers slid down his length, they didn’t look particularly big in comparison to what they were holding. Becca had had an idea of his size when she’d felt him while she’d been on his lap, but Jiminy Cricket, she did not have
any
idea it was that
long
and
thick
.

Her nipples tightened and her body began contracting, again, at just the sight of his manhood.

“Wow,” she heard herself whisper as he removed his hand after their protection was taken care of and she saw his rock-hard member in all of its glory. And, oh boy, was it glorious.

A sexy half-smile pulled at Brian’s lip as he moved above her. His elbows rested beside her head as his lean, muscular body hovered over hers. She loved the feeling of him surrounding her completely, the feeling of his hips pressing against her inner thighs, the feeling of his chest hair brushing against her pebbled nipples, the feeling of nothing between them—no barriers, just skin to skin. She inhaled and breathed in his unique scent of clean and musky.

His fingers threaded in her hair and she felt his steely-firm shaft rubbing against her tender flesh. She spread her legs farther apart in an open invitation, wanting him, all of him, but her provocative gesture did nothing to move him along to the big show.

Instead of taking her bait, he leaned down and began peppering kisses along her jawline and down her neck, which she had to admit felt toe-curlingly good. Becca relaxed, enjoying Brian’s attention, and let her head fall to the side to give him more access. A small moan escaped him as he continued his journey of openmouthed kisses all over her neck. Pleasure radiated through Becca as she closed her eyes and concentrated on just
feeling
Brian’s soft lips, wet tongue, and nipping teeth as he devoured her neck with demanding mastery.

Needing to touch him, she ran her hands up and down his powerful back. His muscles jumped beneath her touch. Brian’s skin felt warm, firm, and smooth, like silk-covered steel.

As Brian continued his sensual exploration, searing a path down her neck, along her shoulder, and across her collarbone, Becca reveled in the delicious sensation of his mouth on her skin and the weight of his body above her. She felt so tiny, so delicate compared to him.

Opening her eyes, she looked down to watch as he peppered her with tender and erotic kisses. She tingled with awareness at the sight. Their bodies were so different. Brian was tan, tall, and hard planes. She was pale, petite, and soft curves.

She began feeling the familiar pull of pleasure as Brian’s large hands cupped her breasts. He kneaded her flesh and rolled her taut peaks between his forefinger and thumb. Then, he lowered his head and traced the outline of her areola with his tongue. She arched her back, pressing her fullness into his wet mouth, and he groaned in appreciation.

Her hands roamed along the bunching muscles of his shoulders as he lavished attention on each of her swollen mounds. His suctioning kisses caused a tingling ache between her legs. Her hands threaded through his soft hair on his head as she urged him up to her mouth and fevered desire washed over her like an enormous tidal wave, drenching her with heated arousal. She felt like she’d waited forever to be with Brian and she didn’t want to wait another moment.

“Brian, please.” She knew she was begging and she didn’t care. “I need to feel you. I want you inside of me.”

That got his attention.

When Brian lifted his gaze, she saw the same fiery arousal she felt mirrored in his honey-colored eyes. He moved higher up her body, and she watched as his hand reached between their bodies. He took himself, firmly, in his hand and first rubbed the head of his engorged penis along her glistening seam before positioning himself at her opening.

She felt tears forming in her eyes as he moved his hand back up her body and cupped her face. This was the moment she’d dreamed of, fantasized about, and never in a million years would have thought could actually happen.

As she looked into his gorgeous eyes, he kissed her lips softly and whispered against her mouth, “I love you.”

Hearing him say that, in this moment, sent her heart soaring and her body thrumming with anticipation.

Her throat was tight, but she was able to breathe out, “I love you.”

As the words left her mouth, her fantasy became reality and he eased himself inside of her. She gasped at his fullness as he drove deeper and deeper into her warmth until she enveloped him completely.

“Fuck,” he whispered as his forehead rested against hers, “you feel so good. So fucking good.”

He filled her so completely that the sensation was part pain, part ecstasy. She felt small beads of sweat forming on his back as he remained still waiting for her body to adjust to his size. As soon as she felt her inner walls beginning to pulse around his length, she dug her fingers into his shoulders and tilted her hips into his.

That was all the encouragement he needed. He moved above her, pulling out and pushing back in, with perfectly measured pumps. Each time he slid into her body, she felt a sharp stinging reminder of his size mixed with sweet shocks of bliss exploding throughout her body at the intense pressure and friction. Becca felt mindless with pleasure as his rhythm increased and he rocked inside of her over and over again in heated strokes.

Never before had Becca had an orgasm from actual sex. Oral sex, yes. And foreplay, yes. But penetration, no.

She was shocked to feel the tantalizing pull of a release building deep in her core. Arching her back, she lifted her hips to meet each of his possessive thrusts. Rolling waves of bliss rippled through her, and she knew she was at the verge of one of the biggest orgasms of her life.

“Brian,” she rasped out, “I think I’m…I’m going to…”

“Come,” he gently commanded.

Their lips met in a heated joining. Becca kissed him with all the pent-up passion she felt. Brian kissed her back with hot urgency. His kiss sent new spirals of ecstasy rolling through her. Pleasure lashed through her and her body convulsed from the sheer force of her shuddering orgasm.

As she crested up and over the peak of her release, she heard Brian moan as his back tensed above her. He filled her in one swift motion, burying himself deep inside of her, sending another spasm of arousal to shoot through her.

The tension drained from her limbs as she started floating down from the clouds of decadent pleasure. When she was able to open her eyes and be somewhat aware of her surroundings, she felt Brian still inside of her, his head beside her, his body collapsed half on the bed, half on her.

She looked over at him and ran her hands through his silky hair.

“That was…” he rasped, his heavy-lidded eyes searching for the right words to say.

“Perfect,” Becca finished.

“Perfect.” He nodded, wrapping his arm around her waist and pulling her with him as he rolled over on his back.

Laying her head on Brian’s chest, her body still buzzing with satisfaction, she closed her eyes, knowing that this night, this perfect night, was definitely a ‘handful’ moment.

A
yawn, loud enough to wake the dead, escaped Becca’s mouth as she stretched her hands above her head while walking down the stairs, foggy headed and still not totally awake. With each step she took, her body reminded her of the night before by being sore in places she wasn’t normally (or ever!) sore in. Not that she needed reminding. No siree Bob—last night would be forever imprinted in her memory, her heart, her soul.

Just thinking about it, now, made tingles spread throughout her aforementioned sore area. She could still feel the sting of Brian’s fingers as they dug into her hip, the softness of his lips as they explored her entire body, the weight of his body on top of hers, the fullness as he moved inside of her. It had been the most erotic, intimate, intense night of her life.

She’d never understood why people
loved
sex so much. Sure, she’d been with a few people before Brian, but she’d never experienced anything like what she felt last night. If that’s what sex was supposed to feel like, then she had obviously been doing it wrong and had definitely been doing it with the wrong people.

But the question remained—what did last night mean? They hadn’t really talked about that. It had just all started happening, it was incredible, and the next thing Becca knew, she’d woken up to an empty bed with a note that said Brian had had to go open the garage because Josh was sick.

Becca had seen Josh last night at the wedding, so she thought that his being sick might have a lot to do with the fact that he’d been playing drinking games with the guys from Chase’s band, Midnight Rush. Not that there was anything wrong with that. No way would she have been able to work the day after her sister Haley’s wedding. She’d been toasted.

As she moved down the last step, Becca’s stomach growled loudly.

Hmmm. Toast.

She would make toast and coffee. Wait. She smelled coffee.

Had Brian made coffee before he’d left?

As she rounded the corner, her question was answered. Haley sat reading a book at the table, a cup of coffee in hand.

“Hey, Hales,” Becca said, her voice sounding as rough as sandpaper. Clearing her throat, she moved to grab a cup of coffee and pop some toast in the toaster before sitting down with her sister.

“Sit,” Haley said in her ‘mom’ voice. “I’ll get your coffee. And are you hungry? Do you want some oatmeal?”