29: Rising Tides

Graphic Adult Content

       "I made sure when we walked in. I checked the clock. It's Saturday," he says and kisses me before I can say anything.

         A pathetic, little, high-pitched noise comes out of me. He reaches up and strokes my face, obviously making an attempt to calm me down.

           "Erin," he says as he starts kissing me down my throat, "just because it's Saturday doesn't mean we have to." His magic hand reaches around and massages my butt inside my underwear. He groans before he says, "I just wanted to bring up the," he takes a breath, "possibility."

          Yeah, right, I think and moan from how good what he's doing feels.

         "But you want to," I gasp out as he starts heading south again.

         "Hell yes," he answers me.

         "And you'll do whatever it takes to convince me."

        He lifts his head up and looks me in the eyes. "What?!" I feel so glad he didn't just automatically and brainlessly agree with me. "No. Oh, I want to convince you but not like how you said... like what you just implied. If you really don't want to, then I'll..." He takes another breath. "I'll... I'll get over it," he finishes weakly. He starts kissing my neck again. Then his tongue circles around my earlobe before he sucks on it.

        "Ha-a-a-a-a-ah!" I let out the strangest noise as my whole body tenses and tries to curl up. It would if Bryce's body wasn't in the way. I uncontrollably reach for his head and grab fistfuls of his hair, instinctively trying to cease the strange reaction I have. He doesn't seem to mind that I'm trying to rip his hair out by the roots. My back arches, and I'm hyper-aware of everywhere there's skin-to-skin contact.

          "Bryce, please!" I beg as the words fly out of my mouth.

         "That's right," he says while I try to catch my breath. "There's still plenty of unexplored area to discover." He shocks me as he undoes my bra in two seconds.

          Several shaky breaths escape me when his hand reaches up under my loose bra. His teeth clamp down on the strap, and he pulls it down my arm.

          "Hm," he says as he withdraws his hand to finish pulling off the strap. I get concerned when I look up and see a mischievous grin on his face when he holds onto my hand. Then I begin to guess what he's up to when he starts kissing my fingers. Another shaky breath escapes when he licks the palm of my hand before going back to my fingers, this time taking each and every one into his mouth one at a time.

        I whimper when he leaves my hand to work his tongue along the under-side of my wrist. He has to tightly hold on to my arm as he works his way to the inside of my elbow because the closer he gets, the more sensitive the area becomes. By the time he reaches it, I'm shaking. I see his grin before he tightens his hold and leans down to work his tongue inside the crook of my elbow.

         I let out a cry when he doesn't stop. "No! That's so weird!" I get out. There has to be a way to fight back. Something I could do to make him stop before I lose my mind. I muster together whatever shreds of sanity I can and lightly run my fingertips against his stomach. The muscles instantly tighten, and I smile a little when he pauses. My hand moves lower.

         "No," he states and grabs my hand. I feel my face register my shock that he stopped me. "You're trying to distract me, and it's not going to work." He goes ahead and finishes pulling my bra off before he recaptures my hands to hold them on either side of my head.

         "But Bryce, that was too weird."

         "And it's only going to get weirder," he says and grins down at me.

         "My elbow?" I ask, incredulous.

         His grin widens. "I was curious, and I was right." He lowers himself to kiss me before pushing back up to ponder, "I wonder where else I'm right?" Then he lowers his mouth to my breast.

          I gasp and fight his hold of my hands as I say, "But you already knew that one!"

          He laughs and mumbles against me, "Mhm, but it's one of my favorites."

          Intertwining his fingers with mine, he pulls my arm straight and towards his mouth. I realize what he plans to do just before he does it. A quick 'no' escapes me as his tongue attacks the inside of the opposite elbow. He securely maintains his grip of my other hand as I thrash around, trying to escape.

         After I let out a quick whimper followed by a slightly-enraged squeal, he laughs and looks at me to say, "Damn, this is fun."

          "Fun?! Fun, Bryce?! Why you..."

          "What?" he asks when I never complete my threat. "Why I what?" he asks again with that same grin that I love.

          I let out a breath and close my eyes as I think, No way in hell could I ever resist him. Then he's all of a sudden kissing me passionately. He releases my hands so that he can wrap his arms all around me.

          "I love you so damn much!" he exclaims against my lips before continuing the kiss.

          When I'm totally breathless, he says, "I need you... right now." His hand gets hold of my underwear at my hip, and my eyes widen as he says, "However, there's still lots left that I haven't explored!"

         "Bryce!" I gasp when he suddenly sits up and yanks my panties down and off.

         I attempt to cover my recently-exposed self with my hands, but he doesn't notice because his attention is focused on my knees. My eyes watch him as he starts slowly kissing one of them, and I let out a concerned whimper when his hand covers the opposite knee to gently push it away from its neighbor. I start panting when I realize what he might be up to as his tongue journeys up the inside of my thigh.

         "Bryce, no." I whisper as I fight to keep him from spreading my legs further apart.

         "Don't fight me, Erin," he requests.

         I manage to get out, "I'll go ahead and tell you. I'm sensitive there."

         He stops and laughs while I struggle to back away. He quickly puts a stop to that when he grabs my hips and pulls me back to him.

         "Which is one of the reasons I like it," he says huskily just before he dips his head down between my thighs.

         I cry out and try to grab his hair. Without much pause, he lets out a little grunt and reaches up to catch my hands in his before slamming them down on either side of my hips.

        More than I can handle right now, I think as I continue to try to fight my way free.

        He stops so he can lift his head and say to me, "Don't fight it, my beautiful Erin. Just allow yourself to feel it."

         Oh holy shit he just said that, I think rapidly.

         "But... I just can't handle it," I say. That would usually stop Sean.

         "You'd better figure out how because I'm not stopping," he says and goes back to his previous occupation.

        Oh dear God! I whimper loudly, hoping that he'll take the hint and stop. He doesn't. "Bryce, please!" I whisper, but he still won't stop.

          I can feel that I'm losing the battle against the rising tide of pleasure as it threatens to engulf me. I thrash my head back and forth trying to ward it off while also continuing to try to free my hands. Still, Bryce just won't stop!

          I lose.

          I lose the fight against being consumed by the pleasure of what he does to me with his blessedly-dextrous tongue. I'm dimly aware of his hands riding up my arms to just above my elbows. He doesn't have to hold them anymore anyway. I no longer have any control over my own body.

         His hands drift over to cover my breasts, and as he plays with them, my world ceases to exist because everything explodes in a massive supernova. I hear myself cry out his name in a loud whisper as my body quakes with aftershocks.

          I find myself still gasping for air many unknown moments later as he lazily kisses my neck. As my hazy reality becomes more solid, I realize I desperately need more. I lean down and attack his lips with mine, surprising him as I also encourage him to roll over onto his back. I happily discover that he's removed the rest of his clothing while I was indisposed.

          He gasps as I straddle him, and we both cry out when I join our bodies. I have a sudden energy inside of me as he moans with pleasure when I undulate around him. Then I get an idea. I do it again, this time very much on purpose. I get the same reaction, and I know now what I must do.

          "Oh holy shit," he gasps out as, on the outside, I'm perfectly still on top of him. I'm anything but on the inside. "Erin! Oh God!" he quietly yells in between looking up at me in wonder to closing his eyes tightly shut. "Shit!" he truly yells now. 

         I bite my lip, hard, to keep myself from smiling. Oh, don't get me wrong, what I'm doing to him feels real good, but it's nothing to how I'm guessing he feels. I learned about this 'technique' from watching a documentary about how men would pay thousands to have this done to them. They said it was addicting, so I thought I'd try. Sean used to beg. Funny, he still cheated on me.

          Bryce brings me fully back to the present moment when he lets out a very loud moan. "Oh, fuck, Erin, move!" he yells.

          "No," I say calmly.

          He starts writhing and grabs my hips to move me himself. I stop.

          "You didn't like that?" I ask with mock innocence. He looks so cute catching his breath like that.

          "No, I loved it! Why did you stop?" he asks, his eyes wide.

          "Because you moved me. That messes up my rhythm," I say and greedily run my hands across his chest. I prefer to not be moved.

          "Moving messes you up," he states with chagrin. He looks like he wants to cry.

          "Mhm," I answer him simply. Then I test him to see if he's ready for more. He whimpers, closes his eyes real tight, and gets a death grip on my thighs, but he doesn't ask me to stop. So, I don't.

         I look down at him as I work my magic, and I can't help but wonder at how fucking gorgeous he is. And he's all mine. I wonder if anyone else has done this to him before me?

         He interrupts my thoughts when he cries out, "Erin, I can't take it!"

         "Yes you can," I answer sternly. I can't stop now. If I do, I'll have to begin again with the build-up. If he keeps wanting me to stop at this point, then -

         "Please!" he screams.

         Turnabout is fair play, Bryce, I think as I watch him try to behave and not force me to move. I can tell he's getting close, and he starts up with an almost-constant, moaning cry.

         "Oh, sweet baby," I croon to him and run my fingers through his chest hair.

          He suddenly curls his back as he sits up a little, yelling loudly as he comes. Then he grips my hips as he comes again, letting out another yell. Now it's his turn to shake with a few small aftershocks as cute, little whimpers escape him. I lean down and kiss him sweetly. I don't want to overdo it since he's trying to catch his breath. His hands finally loosen their grip of my legs and hips as he moans incoherent nonsense. I lay my head on his chest and listen to his accelerated heartbeat.

         Then he's really quiet and still, and I begin to wonder if he's gone to sleep when his arms come up around my waist. I decide to go ahead and lift up off him, and he moans again as I do so. I curl up next to him, and he absentmindedly strokes my arm.

          "Holy crap, Erin," he says quietly, and I stifle the urge to giggle. His hand travels up my arm again to grip my shoulder as he moves to face me. I look up at him for a few seconds before he crashes into my lips. He moans again as he kisses me passionately and brings his hand up behind my neck.

         I keep waiting for him to back off from the kiss so I can ask the ridiculous question of whether or not he liked it, but he only increases the fervor of the kiss.

        "That was incredible," he says quietly once he's finally pulled back to hold my face in his hands. "I mean, I heard about stuff like that, but never had the... pleasure... of experiencing it for myself before."

          "Really?" I ask. I'd wondered, but I thought surely he had sometime or other.

          "Really," he answers with a far-away look in his eyes. Then he closes them and groans as he holds me tighter. "And I guess I'm going to have random flashbacks." He takes a deep breath as his legs stir a little, and he opens his eyes. "But... you didn't, did you?"

         "No, but that's okay after what you did before," I explain.

         "Nope," he says suddenly, and he rolls over on top of me. "Not okay."

      Oh my God, he's hard again! I think just before he pushes into me. He's supposed to be exhausted!

          "Bryce, you're not tired?" I ask.

          He laughs a little. "Almost, but I'm a very determined man, my beautiful Erin."

          "No shit," I say before I can stop myself from saying it aloud.

           He laughs louder, and I blush. Then I groan when he starts moving against me.

        And I thought the man had magic hands! I think after I thought he was acting like he had something to prove. He does.
          I'd only ever had sex with Sean. More than a couple of times, he left me wanting and acted like he really didn't care very much that I was. Oh, I'm not saying he was 'bad.' It's just... I had to make sure myself that I would get something out of it. I had no idea that I could feel like this in this position. Bryce knows -- Oh holy crap! --
         I realize I moan at the same time he does as his hand circles around to the small of my back. He slows down a little, and I open my eyes because I wonder why. I see him looking down at me with an incredibly intense expression in his eyes. All of a sudden, I have the strangest urge to burst into tears with the realization that I am head-over-heels in love with him.
        His arms continue to circle around me as he comes to a stop, and he kisses me with desperate passion with his arms wrapped tightly around me.
         "I love you, Erin," he says. He beat me to it. I was supposed to say that, and he doesn't give me a chance to tell him before he picks up where he left off in the kiss.
         Oh well, I'll tell him later, I think as I reach up and get a fistful of his hair to hold him down to me. I feel like we're having a competition to see who can out-kiss the other.
          He puts a stop to it with a groan before he starts moving again. I still haven't caught my breath! I think as I desperately try to catch it while he continues to take it away by what he does.
         I feel like I'm somehow disconnected from my body, I guess because I'm hyperventilating, yet I still feel everything. Somehow, this disconnected feeling even makes me feel everything more because all I am is feeling.
          His hand slowly travels up my hip to continue up my side as he says, "Damn, this is so good." I wish I had the breath to verbally agree with him.
         Then, before I realize it's coming, an orgasm rocks me from my very core. A ridiculously high sound comes out of me that I can't control. In the furthest corner of my mind, I wonder what he's thinking, but I'm quickly distracted by aftershocks. As I'm recovering, he seeks his own release, and I hear him let out a loud moaning when he does.

......

        I have no idea what time it is anymore. It's just sometime early, early Saturday morning. Saturday.
            I'm lying on Bryce's chest, and his arms are tightly wrapped around me. I don't know if he's awake or asleep. Maybe he's awake and I'm asleep. If I am, this is a very nice dream. As his arms adjust their hold of me, I mumble, "I love you, Bryce." I guess I'm awake too.
           His once-steady breathing stops all together, and I feel him move his head so that he's probably looking down at me. "Erin?"
           "Mm?" I ask quietly.
           "You're awake," he says plainly.
           "Yes."
           "Then I must be dreaming."
          Something about the way he said that makes me giggle quietly before I ask, "Why do say that?"
           "Because of what I thought I just heard you say."
           "What, the I love you part?" I ask and hear his heart rate increase.
           "But..." he says and starts running his fingers through my hair. Him doing that makes it harder to fight off the sleep that threatens me. I feel him shake his head no. "Erin, you don't have to say that."
         I feel my eyebrows come together in a scowl. I tell him I love him, and this is how he reacts?! My eyes fly open. I'm wide awake now as I turn my head to rest my chin on his chest as I ask, "Why would you say that? I know I don't have to say that. Don't you know that?" He keeps looking down at me like he doesn't believe me. "Why don't you believe me?"
          "I want to. Dear God, I want to." He speaks up before I can say anything, "But Erin, it's just too soon after -"
          "I didn't love Sean as much as I love you right now," I interrupt. He mouths the word 'but,' but I interrupt him again. "Too soon?" I shrug and continue, "Maybe not. No buts, Bryce. I love you." Then I kiss him, and I enjoy about five or six seconds of shocked Bryce before he rolls us over and kisses me back.
           "Don't leave me," he says when he pulls back suddenly, and I really do fight off the tears this time.
           "Of course I won't," I say before he picks up the kiss again.
           Right before I close my eyes, I see the pinkish hue outside the window indicate the sun is coming up.