“Mmm-mm, damn you’re tight Ashley.”
The words had hardly left his lips when I suddenly felt Bryson thrust his hips forward with such intense force that my body lifted off the mattress and stayed in place, only by the restriction of the ligatures on my ankles. The air in my lungs was expelled forcefully as his cock slammed into my tight little hole.
“Uhhh-hh,” was the sound of my breath as it whooshed over my tongue.
Bryson only growled as his hands met with my hips and he arched my back and worked his body against mine. I gulped at the air, struggling to catch my breath, to ground myself from the height of this pleasure. But he wouldn’t give me even a moment of respite. I cried out, loudly in ecstasy.
“Cum for me baby, I want to see you squirt,” he demanded in a threatening tone as his thrusts grew slower and deeper than before.
The change in momentum sent me over the edge. My orgasm came with an intensity that had not been previously matched. Every cell in my body seemed to contract, and from my tiny mouth came a loud and satisfying scream. I felt as Bryson tensed and he too let out a guttural moan. The sound of his pleasure was divine, and as if every cell in my body was programmed to follow his control, I felt a violent contraction and an explosion burst forth as my body, soaking him and the bed below me.
I felt my cheeks suddenly red and hot, I couldn’t explain what had just happened, it had never happened in the past.
“Oh god,” he exclaimed, making me even more red with mortification. “Mmm-mm,” he groaned as he pushed himself back and began licking me.
“What happened?” I finally asked, unable to fully comprehend the wetness. “I’m sorry, that’s never happened to me before,” I said timidly.
“You squirted,” he said in a low sexy voice. “You really haven’t ever done this before?” He asked, fingering me gently now as he softly kissed my tummy and thighs.
“Hmm-mm,” I replied.
Daddy’s lips traced slowly up my body, eventually finding mine and locking me in a sweet, salty kiss. I could taste my sex on his tongue.
Bryson slowly unbound me and his body wrapped warmly around my own. His lips were close to the back of my neck now, and each breath sent waves of pleasure down my spine. My lips turned up into a smile as I sank further into his arms.
“This feels good Bryson,” I finally admitted, slowly tracing my nails down at his palm and massaging his fingers.
“You know Ashley, I’m not sure why I never considered it before.” He paused, his lips kissing the nape of my neck. “We’ve been so close for so many years and since the day I met you the only thing I ever wanted was to protect you and to keep you safe.”
I felt my chest contract, my heart pulsing contently at his words. It was an unusual thing that I was feeling now, and I knew it was something I’d never felt before. As if a magnet had suddenly been turned on deep in my chest, and it was only content when pressed close to him. ‘Don’t you get it?’ My mind said sarcastically. ‘This is what love feels like.’ I took a sharp breath, perhaps it was as simple as that, the content feeling of peace and bliss, I was falling for him.
Bryson’s deep voice brought me back from my own thoughts, “Maybe this is how it was meant to be all along Ashley. You and me against the world…?” His voice barely trembled as he spoke, as if he was hiding a much deeper emotion than he was willing to let on.
I knew that he’d been hurt in the past. In fact, it seemed like Bryson had a long history of finding love unrequited. I knew that he was loyal, and honest, and beyond a shadow of a doubt I knew that he cared for me deeply. I rolled over and stared straight in the eyes.
“Are you saying that you want to give this…us, a try?” I pressed my lips to his in a passionate kiss.
His eyes burned into mine. I’d never felt the fire of his stare the way I felt it now. As if a hidden part of him had opened up to me. I shivered in his arms and he pulled me in closer and tighter to his firm chest. His scent filled my nostrils and I felt my sex pulse wanting for him.
I pulled away and grinned at him shamefaced. “I guess this means I won’t have to fake nightmare in order to sleep in your bed…” I bit my lip.
It was a white lie, a harmless lie, and I knew it wasn’t likely to cause any hostile feelings. Nevertheless I wanted to start things right with him, on a clean slate and an honest foundation.
“How long?” He grinned, his eyelids tense.
“How long what?” I asked.
“How long have you been plotting against my better judgment?” He laughed.
“Oh I don’t know…I guess I hadn’t really noticed my feelings for you until two or three weeks after I moved back in. You were just so sweet to me, and generous, and, well, sexy as hell.” I admitted.
“And all the while, here I am, twice your age and full of so called wisdom, and yet I can’t even see the perfection of the one woman who is standing right here in front of me.” He chuckled softly. “Well, I forgive you for lying. Honestly, I should be commending you for your creativity… I’ve never had anyone spend two and a half months courting me,” his voice was light and playful now.
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Time seemed to pass in a whirlwind of love and lust, happiness and tears, and all the while the bond between us only seemed to grow. I lived every moment of every day trying to please Bryson, and he made me feel like the most beautiful girl on the planet.
At one time in my life, I was afraid of my body, of my weight and my looks. But with him, every fear and insecurity crumbled away. I didn’t care anymore what anyone else thought of me, and I finally came to love myself completely. My curves were my strength, and I knew that with him, I never had to wonder if he truly found me beautiful.
I’d found throughout the months that followed, that Bryson was a very passionate lover. By night we made love. By day, we explored our fantasies, of which, Bryson had many. I’d been a milk maid, and a dominatrix, a damsel in distress, and a controlling boss, but there was one role I had never played, and it was the one I wished for with all of my heart.
“Bryson,” I said softly one night as he kissed my body, massaging me gently as he explored my curves.
His eyes flicked to mine and he paused, sensing the serious nature of my voice. “What is it love?” He asked with genuine concern.
“There’s something missing in my life.” I said softly.
Bryson cut me off, pulling his body up near mine and pulling me in to his chest. “I’ve been feeling the same way Ash,” his voice was strained and low.
In my heart, the fears I’d long forgotten had suddenly come back in full force. A million things shot through my mind. Was he unhappy? Did he no longer feel the way he once had?
“What do you mean?” I croaked, afraid that he’d construed my words to mean that I wanted to break up.
“It’s been over six months we’ve been going on like this. Something just isn’t right.” Bryson stood up and walked across the room.
My chest felt the weight of the world suddenly crashing down upon me, and I struggled and gulped at the air trying to calm myself. I wouldn’t let him know the truth about how I felt, or that he was breaking my heart with every word. My arms wrapped around my chest defensively and I fought back the tears that threatened to come.
Bryson had turned away now. “Yes, none of this is right. You’re a wonderful woman, and you deserve better than this.”
‘Better than a love unrequited’ I thought bleakly.
Bryson turned back to me and my eyes caught a glimpse of a sparkle, which took my completely off guard. Bryson stood before me now, dropping to his knees and staring up at me. I want to make you my wife Ashley, I want this to be forever, and more than anything, I want to start a family. His eyes seemed to outshine the diamond as they sparkled earnestly into my own.