Fairytale Love - Becca & Brian(40)

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.                       
       
           



       





Chapter Twenty-One





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.