Brynleigh Pasternack
Brynleigh couldn’t possibly begin to explain how much she loved everything that was happening. It was all so much that you would think it would be too much, but she was still chasing for more.
She had been like this, done this, with plenty of people before. But this was still an amazing experience. She continually pushed her lips against his, enjoying the surge this was instilling in her mind. She chased that satisfaction that came every time her body brushed his in just the right way.
Between kisses, she would open her eyes to see him. Most of the time, his eyes were either close or hooded, always with a glassy and far away look to them. His mouth remained open a bit, just enough for her to feel his warm breath on her lips before she dove back in for more of everything.
Brynleigh made sure to keep keen observations as to what was happening and what they were both doing. There was a blush spread across his face that escalated from a light pink on his cheeks to a slightly red face as he lost oxygen with all that was happening. She found it a bit cute if she was being honest.
He remained eager under her touch, yearning for more. He pushed forward to meet her in the middle of the heated air, and she pushed right back. It was an enthralling experience that later on, she knew she wouldn’t be able to explain properly. Not the way he felt under her fingertips or the way she took so much pleasure in the way that he looked at her like she was the only person to be trusted.
Brynleigh decided that what was happening wasn’t enough for her anymore. She began to move her hands more freely over his body. She trailed down his thighs, tantalizingly slow. She held her breath as she awaited his response to the action, but it didn’t seem he had actually noticed it much.
“Is this okay?”
She knew he had had bad relationships before and that those had tainted his perception of being physically intimate with someone. Which only made her want to make sure that he was completely okay with her doing what she was doing rather than only going through with what she wanted.
She heard him hum in acknowledgment and saw a slight nod from him. She determined that that would be enough of a response and continued her previous actions. She was making sure to stay clear of areas she knew he wouldn't want her touching, that he wouldn’t want anyone touching.
She brought up one of her hands to his head and tugged just slightly on his hair. She just wanted to gauge his reaction and see how he felt about that. His breath picking up even more than it already had been before was a pretty great indicator that he very much enjoyed it, at least to her it was.
She continued her search around his body, taking notes in her mind of where he seemed to be more okay with. She decided to also tackle his neck. Having got confirmation that he liked the hair pulling, she tugged it back so that his head leaned away from her and gave her better access to the flesh.
She tried to stay clear of the scars on his neck since she wasn’t sure if that would hurt him. But everywhere else was a fair game for her at that moment. She reveled in the softness of his skin and the little whimpers and murmurs that he gave out whenever she hit a particularly good spot.
“Brynleigh…please…please…”
Hearing her name spill from his lips in short breaths was very quickly decided to be her new favorite sound in the whole world. Very few of her past partners had been willing to let her do this, which she didn’t blame them for, but wow, was this good. This was what she always loved.
She liked having someone beneath, especially someone so compliant. She liked being able to please them while still being in control. Getting to see him unravel slowly and lose his resolve simply because he trusted her was the best feeling in the world, and she absolutely treasured it.
She eventually found one spot on his neck, high up and near his jaw, that seemed to be the spot that got the most of a reaction out of him. She went to town there, licking and sucking at the patch of skin. Brynleigh knew it would leave a mark, and that was what she wanted. Call her territorial, but pulling away and seeing the little bruise that she had left there made her go absolutely wild.
She listened intently to what he was saying, as it was hard to hear because it was so quiet. It was still just incoherent mumbles about what she was doing and quick breathing. She still held her ear up, wanting to hear everything while she continued to pounce elsewhere on his neck with her kisses.
Brynleigh pulled back and took a second to breathe. She really got a good look at him then. The light was still dim, so it was a bit hard to see, but she could still see the trademark little grin he always had.
He pulled her back, and she let him. He began to have his own go at her neck. Replicating similar things that she had done but making it his own. He pressed kisses to her skin, but they were softer. He navigated her body, but his touch was lighter. He spoke more, offering little compliments.
She let a small grin creep its way onto her face without her even realizing it until it had already placed itself there. She stroked the back of his hair and muttered small bits of encouragement.
After a little while of him contently burying his head in her neck, she wanted to go back to the previous position. She pushed against him and was happy when he accepted the gesture and fell back.
She began her actions from before happily. She knew that she had thought about this countless times, but nothing compared to the real thing. She had thought about what he would do, what he would say, how he would react, among other things. But actually, being able to do this with him was better than any of the wild thoughts her imagination could come up with, and she had other ideas cooking in her head, that was for sure.
She hadn’t been one hundred percent sure what he would do in this situation, but she was glad he was acting as he was. She felt absolutely delighted at how eager he was and the way he just writhed beneath her.
Oh, all the other things she was thinking about doing to him. She knew she was getting ahead of herself, but how could she not? Making him beg, seeing him on his knees, tying him to her bed pos -
Her thoughts were cut off when she suddenly heard a sniffle near her ear. She looked up at him in worry and saw that there were fat tears running down his cheeks. She wasn’t sure what was going on, but she had an idea.
“Are you okay?” Brynleigh asked him the question as a million questions raced through her own mind.
Had she taken it too far?
Was he uncomfortable?
Did she do something wrong?
Did she remind him of one of his bad exes?
Was she to blame?
Would he be fine?
Should she leave?
She decided that none of that mattered right then. Now wasn’t time to feel self-pity because of what her actions might have caused. Right now, she needed to fix whatever her actions had caused. So, she rolled her thumb across his cheek to pick up some of the salty water falling from his eyes.
“Did I move too fast? Do you wanna stop?” Brynleigh only asked those two despite the slew of other questions in her mind. Right then, she just needed to figure out what she had done wrong and fix it.
Brynleigh decided that, before Cyrus had even answered, all activities needed to stop right then. She hastily slid off his lap and stood before him, awaiting his answer with worry evident on her face.
“No, it’s fine.” Brynleigh thought he was lying.
She once again felt self-pity creep up her back, but that wasn’t the only emotion there. Guilt. Guilt was also prominent in her mind. What if one of her worst fears was true now? What if she seriously hurt someone she loved?
She knew Cyrus had bad relationships before and the idea that she had possibly done something bad to remind him of those times or be one of those times that terrified her. She didn’t want to hurt Cyrus. She never did.
She pushed back the tears in her eyes. Now it wasn't about her. Now, it was about making sure Cyrus was okay. She really hoped he was.
(Sorry about this chapter taking so long. I was just trying to figure out how to make this chapter without just repeating everything that happened last chapter word for word. Sorry.
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FanfictionHe felt one of her hands tug at his hair as he continued to kiss her, trying to experience everything that was her. He felt Brynleigh's other hand tighten on his thigh as he pushed his tongue onto hers. The air around the two of them became heated a...