It’s too much. Clear, salty liquid falls in slow steady streams from the corners of my eyes. They aren’t tears of sadness but relief. He moans as he kisses his way down to my pelvis. Spreading my legs, he moves between them, his mouth kneading the outer lips of my vagina. I’m about to come apart at the seams, my fear forgotten along with my tears. His deft fingers open the folds to give his mouth undeniable access as his tongue laves my clitoris in a slow, sensuous rhythm. My body bucks, my back arches at the contact and I cry out but not in pain. Its ecstasy; pure, sexual ecstasy.
“You’re so wet,” he whispers, returning his beautiful mouth to its destination, his soft lips continuing the rhythm with increased intensity.
“Please . . .” I barely get the word out. I feel that familiar intense surge building, consuming my soul. It’s happening quicker this time. His tongue flicks faster as he inserts his fingers inside me, pushing in and up on the front wall of my vagina, hitting my g-spot and they find their own dance. I’m so close. My hands push against the headboard as my body goes rigid while I absorb all the intense sensations coming at me at once.
“Bryce, I’m going to come,” I moan out. “Oh, god, I’m going to come,” I scream as I fall off the edge of the universe, becoming weightless and floating up like a million fireflies. My body convulses wildly, giving in to the release it’s demanded, as he pushes down on my thighs and holds me in place. His tongue still delivering its delicious message, a message of want and need sated.
His rhythm slows and my body is streaming with electrical voltage surging through every part of my being. I’m sensitive to the point of no return. He kisses the inside of one thigh, then the other, moving up my still quivering body. He lightly kisses each scar as he crawls up, lying beside me.
When I finally open my eyes, he’s staring at me, a slow smile coming across his mouth as his hand moves down my stomach and rests on my abdomen. I want to cover my body, shield it from his eyes and wandering hands. I try to move his hands and turn away from him.
“No, don’t,” he says, again in his soft, yet strong and caring voice which brings me comfort.
“Bryce, I don’t want you to touch me there. Please,” I beg.
“Ali, you were in an accident. Things happen to people all the time out of their control. These,” and he trails them with his fingers, “don’t change how I feel about you. They’re a part of you, and I want you. All of you. How long ago did it happen?”
If only I could tell him the truth . . . But I know it may bring up questions I’m not willing to answer, so I tell another lie. “Nine years.”
“I’m sorry. It must have been a horrible time for you.”
“Yes, it was.” He’ll never know how horrible it was.
W
e’re on the patio of Salito’s Crab House, in Saulsalito, which has a great view of the water and some of the biggest yachts I’ve ever seen.
“Have you accomplished everything you set out to achieve?” I ask between bites of my sandwich.
“No, not everything,” he says, turning up his lips in his wicked smile.
“I’m being serious,” I shoot back.
He pouts, then sighs, “Mostly, but there are a few things I would still like to do.” He may not like me asking so many questions, but I want to know everything about him. One day, he’ll know everything about me. But not yet.
“Oh? Like what?”
“There are several old, abandoned warehouses all over the city and in its outlying areas. I’m in the process of buying them to convert into affordable housing.” I know real estate and housing in the San Francisco area is some of the most expensive in the U.S. “I believe if done correctly, there’s a cost effective way to make affordable housing possible,” he continues.
“Bryce, that’s amazing. What made you decide to take on this project? I mean, you grew up in a middle class lifestyle, and I feel awkward asking this, but where’s this need coming from?”
“That’s just it. I did have a middle class upbringing, and seeing the way the world is now, it makes me appreciate what I had. I’d like to give back. People lose their homes because they can no longer afford the mortgages even though they’re gainfully employed. Most of them have children. Some are even working two jobs. Where are those families going to live? I came up with a plan to help people like this, then I set it in motion.” I’m speechless.
Bryce continues, “I have never taken anything for granted. When you do, that’s when things start to fall apart. That’s why I stayed in L.A. longer. The buildings are owned by a company there, so I had to wheel and deal but I got what I wanted and at a much lower cost.”
“I am in total awe of you right now,” I say.
“Work’s scheduled to begin mid September. I think two months is sufficient time for the ink to dry,” he says, letting out a small laugh. He goes on to say, “A man in my position, why not do as much as I can?”
“What you’re doing is going to make a huge difference,” I add.
“I want to make my mark in this world, leave something behind.” A shadow of sadness is in his expression, but only for a moment. Maybe I’m wrong.
“You’ll leave an indelible mark in this world, Bryce,” I say softly, and he takes my hand, squeezing it lightly.
We stroll arm in arm along Sausalito’s beautiful main street, lined with cute shops. There’s a cool breeze coming off the bay, but I’m warm. We stop at an ice cream shop for dessert and find a bench outside where we sit in comfortable silence, watching as the world goes by.
“Mmm, this is good. Want a bite?” I ask, holding my rocky road ice cream cone to his mouth. He shakes his head and I can’t resist. I put it up to his lips, dabbing them with chocolate.
“Hey. Why’d you do that?” he asks, partly laughing, and starts to wipe it off as I reach up and grab his hand.
“So I can do this,” I say, licking the chocolate off with my tongue, leaving butterfly kisses along his tasty lips. His eyes light up and he pulls me into a deeper kiss, our different ice cream flavored tongues mixing together.
“Mmm, now that’s good,” he says.
“Glad you like it. I told you it was.”
“You’re very tasty, you know. Inside and out.” His words make me blush and horny at the same time.
The winds picked up, making it a little chilly, but as hot as I am, I need to take clothes off, not put them on. “You don’t taste bad yourself,” I say, “Especially mixed with rocky road.” I slowly run my tongue around the edge of the cone and trail it back to the top. I wrap my lips around it, sliding it into my mouth and gently pulling it back out.
“Jesus, Ali. You’re giving me a heart attack here,” he whispers, his eyes never leaving my mouth.
“Oh? Do I need to call 911?” I reply, my eyes grow wide with innocence.
“You’re the only resuscitation I need,” he growls seductively.
“I’m sure a store around here has a defibrillator,” I say, knowing I’m being a smart ass.
“I prefer mouth to mouth from Nurse Ali,” he says, swiftly connecting his lips with mine. Our passion takes over as the heat resonating off of us melts the remaining ice cream. We both remember ourselves and pull apart. I look down at the melted ice cream, which has dripped all through my fingers. He lifts my hand to his mouth, licking and sucking it off slowly, methodically. I watch as he licks the ice cream off his own hand, repeating the motions. I want him now.
“I think I’m the one having a heart attack,” I say in a hushed breath.
“We better go before I forget where we are and fuck you on this bench.” He gets up, pulling me up with him. We walk toward the car, hand in hand, tossing our uneaten ice cream in a trashcan along the way.
It’s dusk as we drive back to the city, the sun in a hurry to sink below the horizon. Bryce is holding my hand, squeezing it occasionally, the radio softly playing. I feel as though I don’t have a care in the world. I look over at Bryce, and he seems to be lost in thought also. There is a slight smile on his gorgeous lips.
He runs his hand up and down my thigh and his fingers walk up my leg until they find their target, massaging me through my pants. I open my legs, giving him better access.
“If you don’t stop doing that, we’re going to wreck,” I say and he intensifies the pressure.
“Undo your jeans,” he commands, never taking his eyes off the road.
I’m surprised at my sexual need and willingness to comply with his request. Since our first night together, my thirst for him grows stronger. I do as he asks, his hand skims down my skin, his fingers find my clit.
“Mmmm,” I moan, not wanting him to stop.
“Lower your seat,” he says. I lean my seat back as the scenery all but disappears.
“That’s good. Pull your pants down to your thighs.” He commands, all the while never taking his eyes off the road. Keeping a steady rhythm, he slides two fingers in and out before coming back to my now erect and all too sensitive clit. I wish it were his mouth and tongue on me instead. My eyes close as my lungs expel exaggerated breaths of want and need for him.
“Oh baby, you’re so wet and ready for me,” he breathes.
His fingers continue their dance as I writhe beneath his expert touch. He pulls off at the next exit and keeps driving until we come to a deserted parking area. “Come on,” he says as he opens his door.
What? Here? I look around and see nothing but woods. I hope there aren’t any wild animals around. Well, except for us. My door opens and he practically lifts me out of my seat. I have to pull up my jeans to avoid falling over as he leads me to the back of the car leaning me against it. His hands move inside my pants, grabbing onto my ass and squeezing, fueling the lustful kisses we can’t get enough of.
“I need to taste you,” he says and in one swift move, I’m naked from the waist down. His thumb circles my clit as his warm mouth engulfs me. A deep, feral groan vibrates from his throat, as bolts of desire rage through my veins.
There’s a primal, raw look in his eyes, stripping my defensed down to nothing. My body quivers and I’m ready to combust. “Bryce, don’t stop, please don’t stop,” I scream. My pleading fall upon deaf ears. He stops until the shudders subside before his sinful but torturous tongue resumes.
I’m on the verge, wild with need for release, but he holds back each time and I know it’s taking everything in him to control his own pleasure before I find mine. His ragged breaths against my skin mixed with gentle slow strokes of his tongue push me further into oblivion as my orgasm pulses through me in a spectacular display as I come undone. My knees buckle and I’m glad he’s supporting me.
He holds me against him for a few minutes. Removing a condom from his pocket, he undoes his pants, “I want to try something, okay? If it’s too much, we’ll stop.”
My body leans back against the car. There’s no time to answer before he’s kneeling down burying his face between my legs, his tongue delivering long, languid strokes. I’m exhausted, drained, and convinced he’s trying to kill me via orgasm. “Bryce, I can’t. Not again.” I whimper.
“Yes you can, baby. Give me one more.” His hot breath floats over my sensitive clit and my body stiffens. The beginning of my release, crests like a wave and right before I fall, I’m flipped around, bent over the car, my arms and face flat on the hood of the trunk as he thrusts into me. When did he get undressed and put on a condom? I cry out and he immediately stops.
“Are you okay?” he asks, concern laced in his voice.
“Yes…yes, I’m fine, don’t stop. ” He starts slow but soon increases speed, while his fingers rub my sensitive clit.
The sound of flesh pounding against flesh is all it takes for the crescendo to build. My body clenches around him as the spasms begin. “Oh my God, your cock feels so good,” I groan out.
“Ohhh, Ali. Yeah, that’s it,” his breathy words command me, and I’m more than willing to comply.
Flecks of white light explode behind my eyelids into a spectacular prism of color, matching the earth-shattering orgasm taking over as Bryce holds me tight. My hands desperately search for something to hold onto but make fists instead. It’s pure ecstasy in perfect form.
I’m drained, panting from lust, want, need and now, exhaustion but he’s not finished. “Bend over a little more,” he breathes as he moves in and out. He’s so deep this way.
“Ahhh . . .” I whimper and he stills.
“Does it hurt?”
“Give me a minute.” He slows but never stops the rhythm. As tired as I am, I want him. “Again,” I say, and he does as I ask. My hands reach around, grabbing his ass, holding him to me.
He moans softly, “I love being inside you.” He picks up the pace as I push back, meeting his every thrusts with renewed energy.
“Bryce, fuck me. Yes, oh god, fuck me hard,” I scream, which makes him pound into me harder than I thought possible. I don’t know how, but it’s happening again and I can’t stop as everything tightens while my orgasm unleashes its power around his cock.
After two hard thrusts, we both fall over the edge but Bryce’s booming voice overpowers my screams. “Fuck, Ali. I’m coming so hard,” he yells, grabbing my shoulders with both hands as he fills me. He collapses on top of me, his arms snakes around my waist; his head rests on my back. I’m boneless, lying there limp, with my legs about to give out. He lifts my hair away from my face and neck; in an instant, the light breeze, cools my skin.
I grit my teeth to absorb the slight pain I feel as he pulls out. He helps me stand upright and makes sure I’m steady before letting go so we can finish dressing.
“So, you’re an exhibitionist,” I say smartly as I button my jeans.
“I couldn’t wait. There’s something about the night air that renews the senses,” he says with a wicked smile on his face.
“Ready to go?” I say, walking to my side of the car. He grabs me into another heated kiss.
“I could do this all day and night with you.”
“You should come with a warning label. You’re impossible,” I tease.
He lets out a hearty chuckle. “The most,” he responds, kissing me tenderly before opening my door. I’m sore and will definitely feel this tomorrow.
“Do you have a busy work week?” he asks, placing kisses across my fingers as we cross the Golden Gate Bridge on our way back to the city.
“We have a busy schedule, but nothing too intense. I’ve had enough of that to last me a while,” I say flatly, but not meaning to. Kings of Leon’s “Use Somebody” comes through the surround sound, and he squeezes my hand and gives me a sideway smile. The car glides smoothly toward downtown as he accelerates, taking us into the night.
“I wish you’d stay with me tonight,” he says as he strokes my cheek. Maybe I should. I want to see him as much as possible in these next two weeks before my surgery.
“I have work tomorrow. Mondays are the beginning of the work week, you know.”
“You don’t say,” he jabs back.
“Some of us go to work, while others sit back and watch the earth rotate. I prefer working.”
“I know something you could sit on and rotate while I watch,” he says seductively.
“I wouldn’t want to make it shift off its axis or anything. That could be dangerous.”
“It’d be well worth it,” he devilishly replies.
We walk hand in hand, closely together toward my front porch. “Bryce, this is the best weekend I’ve had in my whole life.” I always get lost in his gorgeous eyes.
“It’s been the best for me, too. I wish it didn’t have to end. I’ll call you tomorrow,” he says, bringing his lips to mine and I feel that familiar zing.
The way Bryce makes me feel exhilarates and scares me; two conflicting emotions at the same time. Will it always be this way? I’m out of my mind with desire for this man. Crazy desire. Not only did he seduce my mind and body, he also captured my soul. He’s intoxicating and I’m drunk on him. I’m only too happy to drink from his fountain and indulge in his sin. Pure, unadulterated, sin.
I know Steven said in the beginning, all you want to do is have sex. He wasn’t kidding. Has Bryce turned me into a sex-craved nympho, or is this the real me? This is unfamiliar territory, but it’s a wilderness I’m ready and eager to explore with him. Once inside, I’m anxious he’s leaving, but it’s for the best so I can get a handle on my feelings. I’m acting like a love struck puppy. I have to find the balance between wanting him all the time and not loosing myself.