Sex Unlimited(53)

He brings his other hand up to my face, cradling it. “I know your heart and I’ve given you mine without even realizing it. All the things and favorites and facts in the world can never compete with the way loving you has destroyed me in the best way I could’ve ever asked for. You’ve wrecked me and I’ve loved every second of it.”

Tears gather in my eyes and begin to fall. He wipes them away with his thumbs. “What I also know is when you cry it makes my chest hurt and all I want to do is make it better.”

I try to blink away the tears and slow the pounding in my chest. “I don’t know what to say. No one has ever said anything like this to me before.”

Gradually he leans in and kisses the corner of one eye, then the other. I close them and exhale. Just as my eyes start to flutter open I feel his warm lips on mine. We haven’t kissed in what feels like forever. At first it’s tender and patient. His tongue moves smoothly across my lower lip and I open for him. His hands move from my face back into my hair. He turns into a sort of musician; me his only instrument. He kisses me with passion and reverence, guiding me as if we’re slow dancing to our own music in a burning room of flames. Every caress of his tongue, brush of his lips, brings us closer to a symphony, causing every other thing around us to fall away. We become each other’s solo, transforming them into a lovers duet. A big, strong hand slides gently down my back and I can feel his warmth through the thin material of my t-shirt. He grasps my hips and moves me onto his lap with ease, as if I’m a wisp of air.

Our kiss grows needier, like the steady increase of the beat of a drum. It intensifies and I want more; so much more of him. My mind clears of all worry, doubt, and just like I always do I allow myself to relinquish all inhibitions under his soothing touch. I wrap my legs around him and he pulls me in as close as he possibly can. Breaking our hungry kiss, he reaches down and pulls at the bottom of my shirt. I raise my arms for him and he pulls it up and over my head, dropping it to the side. Long, dark tendrils of my mussed up hair fall wildly around my face and down my back. He looks at me intently. Those whiskey colored eyes trace every inch of my exposed body until his gaze connects with mine.

“You’re so beautiful, words can’t even do you justice. You’re simply...perfect.”

I feel my face getting hot and I know I’m blushing.

“Thank you,” I whisper.

His eyes and hand move to my lower stomach and then he looks back to me.

“Our son or daughter will be perfect, too.” He smiles and those words float into my ears; a wave of pure and utter relief washes over me.

I lean forward and crash my lips onto his. Without breaking our kiss he moves us backward so I’m now on top of him. His erection is needy and hard against my skin. The soreness in my body from the wreck isn’t a second thought to the heat building between my legs. I grind myself against him in a circular motion and he moans into my mouth. Reaching down I try removing my panties and he takes over. Brisban easily pulls them down and then rolls me to one side. As he removes his boxers, my eyes are glued to his considerable length. I’m nearly coming apart with desire to have him deep inside of me. Gently he moves over to me, between my legs on his knees. I spread myself wider for him. My bare and very wet pussy teases him as his eyes move over me slowly.

“You’re incredible. Every inch of you is incredible.”

He leans forward on one hand. The bed dips a little as he shifts his weight to one side. With his free hand, he flutters his fingers up my right inner thigh. As soon as he reaches the warmth between my legs I let out a gasp.

“Yes, let all of that tension out baby. Let me have all of it.”

Before I can open my eyes he pushes one, then two, fingers inside me slowly.

“You’re so wet for me, Candace.”

I moan and squeeze my eyes shut even tighter as I tilt my hips up, causing his fingers to go deeper.

“Yes, that’s it. You like it deep. I know you do.”

“Mmm hmm,” is all I can manage to mumble out.

His fingers move in and out, not too fast and not too slow. It’s a steady and delicious build. He leans down and my entire body tenses when I feel his warm, wet tongue circle my aching clit. In harmony with his fingers he sucks it in and out of his mouth gently while continuing to circle it with his tongue. I feel the fire inside me getting hotter, burning brighter, and my breathing becomes erratic. Sweat beads form above my brows and I feel lightheaded in the very best possible way. He increases the speed of his fingers and I can’t take it another moment.

“Oh God, Brisban. Please!”

“Please what, Baby?”