She releases a trembling breath. “A-all right.”
“Does that bother you? Us having sex like this for the first time?” I kiss the top of her ear, the spot just behind it. Push her heavy hair aside so I can brush my mouth against her nape, along her shoulder. Her skin is soft, fragrant with the unique scent that drives me f**king wild, and I lean into her for a long, lingering moment, overwhelmed at what she does to me, how she makes me feel.
“No,” she says softly as she circles her hips, her ass brushing against my denim-covered erection. “I-I think I like it.”
I close my eyes, relieved that she’s given her permission. I don’t want to push, she’s fragile, I can tell, and no way am I going to screw up tonight.
I grasp her face with one hand and she turns toward me, our mouths colliding, tongues sliding against each other. With my other hand I fumble with my belt buckle, desperate to get it undone so I can unsnap my jeans and pull my c**k out. Roll the condom on and thrust inside her nice and slow, watching as I enter her body for the first time.
A full shiver moves through me and I break the kiss, trying to gain some control. “Brace your hands on the window,” I tell her and she does, spreading her legs, and I step back checking out the view of her pretty pink depths.
Groaning, I touch her there, sliding two fingers between her legs. She’s drenched, soaking wet, and I finish undoing my belt buckle, then tear open the button fly of my jeans. She’s thrusting against my fingers, subtle lifts of her hips, and I brush against her clit, hear her gasp and moan.
My quest to get out of my jeans momentarily forgotten, I stroke her deeper, thrusting my fingers inside her velvety hot channel, driving us both crazy with lust. I want to get her off with my fingers, want to watch her fall apart by my hand, and I start whispering dirty words in her ear. How much I want to f**k her, how wet she is, how good she feels. She tilts her head back, her eyes closed, her mouth open as she pants frantic little breaths and then she’s coming all over my fingers, her inner walls trembling, her entire body wracked with shudders.
I have to get inside her. Now.
Within seconds I have the condom on, and I slowly enter her still-trembling body, sliding deep, groaning as I fill her completely. She relaxes into me as I hold myself still, letting her get used to me being inside her, around her, holding her. Her back is covered in a light sheen of sweat, her fragrance even stronger as it fills my senses, and I slowly start to move.
In and out, my movements are shallow, teasing as I draw the moment out. Her hips start to move with my every thrust, and soon I’m increasing my pace, Bryn keeping up with me as she pushes back every time I push forward, taking me deep, deeper, until I can go no farther. I’m completely embedded in her.
I am hers. And she is mine.
“Harder,” she gasps when I slow down, that familiar tingling sensation at the base of my spine telling me I’m about to come and it’s going to be a big one.
“Baby, I go any harder, and I’m coming right now,” I confess through clenched teeth.
“That’s okay,” she whispers, turning her head to glance at me over her shoulder. Her expression is one of wonder and pure, unadulterated pleasure. “Please, Matt.”
She doesn’t need to beg. I grip her hips and begin to move within her in earnest. Again and again, harder and harder until I’m coming, her name falling from my lips as I erupt again and again, my orgasm strong as I go still above her, unable to move, only able to revel in the exquisite sensation of coming inside Bryn for the first time.
Chapter Twelve
Matt
I AM ON top of the f**king world. I fell asleep with Bryn in my arms, her naked body wrapped all around mine, her fragrant hair in my face. We woke up twice in the middle of the night, coming together easily, so easily, both times. The first was by my initiative, when I started kissing her down the length of her body, between her legs, until I had her writhing and coming apart beneath my lips and tongue.
She returned the favor, sucking me so deep inside her mouth I groaned loud enough to probably wake up the entire floor of the hotel. She made me come in an embarrassingly short amount of time.
The second time, she woke me up. It was her turn to rain kisses all over my body, driving me crazy with her lush, wet mouth. She finally grabbed a condom, slipped it on me and then rode me into oblivion, making herself come by grinding against my cock.
That had been hot. So hot I gripped her body and flipped her over so she was pinned beneath me and I drove myself inside her again and again, coming until I was a gasping, exhausted mess.
We collapsed in each other’s arms, slept the rest of the night away until the alarm on my cell phone woke us up, reminding us of our sole purpose for being here.
The Savor conference.
We took a shower together before she slipped into a robe and snuck into her room, where she continued to get ready. We then took a taxi together to the conference since the weather was shit.
I held her hand the entire ride over, our fingers linked casually together, a representation of our relationship and how I was feeling. Usually that sort of shit scares me to death but not this time. Not with Bryn. I want her in my life. I don’t care that she works for me. Hell, she can become my partner, helping me run the winery, making decisions—everything she already does.
I love the idea so much I know I’m going to mention it to her later tonight when we meet up again after the day’s activities at the conference are over. She might balk and say she doesn’t deserve the position, and that’s one thing I’ve realized since I’ve started working with her: Bryn doesn’t believe in herself very much.
She should though. She’s talented and smart and keeps me on track like no one else. She offers thoughtful opinions and is always, always thinking ahead when it comes to the business. DeLuca Winery is always at the forefront of her thoughts and she’s exactly what I need.
Bryn is all I need.
I move through the day like a giddy ass**le in love, which is sort of how I feel. I can’t concentrate, can’t focus on what the speaker is saying at a very important, highly anticipated keynote I’m sitting in on. Instead I bounce my foot against the floor, thinking of last night. How Bryn felt in my arms. The taste of her ni**les. The sounds she makes and what she looks like when she comes. That satisfied little smile that curled her lips this morning when I rolled her over and told her she should join me in the shower.
Yeah, I can’t let any of that go. I don’t want to let any of it go. I really think Bryn and I could make this happen.