“Brysen,” I moaned, forcing my legs wider to give him better access while he ate my pussy like a starving man—licking, sucking, and nibbling until I was a quivering mess.
“Could die a happy man with your taste in my mouth,” he murmured.
“Not before I get to feel you come inside me.” I dropped to my knees next to him and pushed him to the floor so I could straddle him. My motions were frantic as I ripped his belt from the buckle and unzipped his pants. He lifted up, letting me shove them down his legs. I leveled my body over his until my sex was poised over his cock.
I was soaked from my climax earlier and there was no resistance when he slid up inside of me, pulling me flush against his body. I gripped his shoulders and pushed down until he was buried deep.
“You better fucking move unless you want me to flip you over and fuck you hard,” he ordered, his fingers clenching against my hips.
I rotated my hips, making sure to rub my clit against his pelvic bone at the end of each roll. He only gave me a handful of swivels before he lost his patience and took over. He angled his cock and powered up, his grip bordering on painful as he found a spot that drove me wild with need. He hammered into me, our eyes locked while he pushed me to the edge.
“So fucking close, baby,” he moaned.
“Come for me,” I whispered, echoing his words from earlier.
One hand slipped from my hip and his thumb found my clit, rubbing hard. “Not without you.”
The need in his voice sent me over. My walls clenched against him, milking his orgasm from his cock as I took him with me. We spent the rest of the night entwined in each other’s arms in bed, coming together several more times until I finally passed out in an exhausted heap.
I was disoriented when I woke up the next morning, reaching out for Brysen and finding the bed empty. The low murmur of voices from the other room drifted toward me and I realized that’s what had woken me up. I didn’t know how long ago Brysen had left our bed, but I did know I was still exhausted and he had to be too. I grabbed the robe he’d left for me on the knob of the bathroom door and jerked it closed with a sharp tug on the belt. I couldn’t walk out there naked because Brysen wasn’t alone. There was a woman out there with him.
I entered the living room cautiously, not sure what I would find. When my eyes landed on Brysen and the woman I’d heard speaking, I gasped in surprise. “Charlotte? What are you doing here?”
Chapter 11
Brysen
Charlotte and I ceased speaking at the sound of Elisa’s question. She stood in the doorway to the bedroom, her eyes sleepy, hair adorably mussed, and had the glow of someone who had been well loved. It warmed me everywhere, but especially my heart, to know this was what I would have for the rest of my life—waking up with the most amazing woman at my side.
Elisa glanced back and forth between Charlotte and me, her expression confused. I wanted to take the lead in the conversation, but Charlotte placed a hand on my arm and whispered, “Let me.” I nodded, appreciating Charlotte’s gesture.
“Hey, Lissa.” She gave a little half wave and a slightly sheepish smile, then rushed over to throw her arms around Elisa.
“What are you doing here?” Elisa asked, her brows furrowed. “Aren’t you supposed to be finishing your paper this weekend? Charlotte, please tell me it’s already done!” At the end, she was practically screeching in alarm.
“Keep your panties on, Lissa.”
I smiled, remembering Elisa using a very similar phrase the day before. It was cute how Charlotte imitated her older sister.
Charlotte took Elisa by the elbow and led her over to the couch as she explained, “I convinced the professor to give me an extension, considering the circumstances. He was a pain in the ass about it at first, but I can be very persuasive.”
“Circumstances...?” Elisa was clearly becoming even more lost as to what was happening.
“Well, when Brysen called to tell me you guys were getting married—we’ll discuss why I didn’t know you were dating anyone, much less engaged later—” Charlotte gave her stern glare, “I wasn’t going to miss my big sister’s wedding.”
Elisa laughed and waved her off. “For crying out loud, Charlotte. We got engaged two days ago. I hardly think you’re in danger of missing the wedding.”
Charlotte grabbed her hand. “Holy fuck, Liss! I could see this rock from space!” Elisa turned a charming shade of pink—a blush I knew would spread over her entire body. I contemplated kicking Charlotte out for an hour so I could indulge in a morning fuck, but we had too much to do.
I decided it was my turn to step in; she was taking too long to explain. “Did you bring it?” I asked Charlotte as I approached them and sat at Elisa’s side.