A Rock An A Hard Place

My dream about my girl

Brantley's POV

I awoke with a rush of desire, my mind drifting back to that unforgettable moment—the first time our lips met. It was her 18th birthday, a night filled with warmth and laughter at my place after the bonfire. She was spending the night for the first time, and I was 22, soon to turn 23. I was completely sober, having promised her father and brother that I would always keep her safe. But tonight, she let her guard down, revealing a playful side I rarely witnessed; she was tipsy and carefree. Earlier, I had mentioned to Jamison that I would let her stay over, and she had joked about never having spent the night with a man before.

As soon as we climbed into my truck, the atmosphere shifted. I couldn't tell if it was the alcohol or the thrill of her newfound freedom, but she leaned in, her lips finding mine with an urgency that took my breath away. My tongue danced with hers as my hands began to explore—one finding its way to her breast, the other resting on her backside. I pulled her onto my lap, reclining the seat to create a more intimate space between us. She could definitely sense the effect she was having on me.

I leaned in close, my lips brushing against hers as I suggested we head back to my place. She nodded, slipping into the passenger seat with a playful grace that made my heart race. I took a moment to steady my thoughts before we embarked on the short 15-minute drive, the anticipation hanging thick in the air. Our fingers intertwined, a silent connection between us, she remained mostly quiet, only breaking the silence to say, "Brantley, I need something to change into when we get there."

I assured her she could borrow one of my hoodies, a t-shirt, or some sweatpants, just like she had done countless times before. With a teasing smirk, she replied, "Maybe I just want to wear your t-shirt and nothing else," her voice dripping with flirtation. The thought sent a rush of heat through me, my jeans suddenly feeling a bit too snug as I imagined her, eager and ready, in my bed—a tantalizing prospect that felt so close.

We arrived at the house I was renting, and I couldn't have been happier to have my own space. The moment we stepped inside, the air crackled with anticipation, charged with the unspoken desires that had been building between us. I closed the door behind us, the soft click echoing in the stillness, and turned to her, my heart pounding in my chest.

As if drawn together by an invisible force, we fell back into each other, our lips meeting in a fervent kiss that ignited a fire within me. I began to trail my lips and beard along her neck, eliciting soft moans that only fueled my desire. The way she tilted her head back, giving me more access, made my pulse quicken. My hands found her waist, fingers digging into the soft fabric of her shirt, and with a swift motion, I removed it, eager to explore the warmth beneath.

Her skin was soft and inviting, and I couldn't help but marvel at the way she responded to my touch. I pressed my lips against her collarbone, trailing kisses down to the delicate curve of her shoulder. Each sigh that escaped her lips was like music to my ears, urging me on, pushing me deeper into this moment. I could feel the heat radiating off her body, and it only intensified my need to explore every inch of her.

"Brantley," she breathed, her voice a mix of desire and urgency, and I looked up to meet her gaze. Her eyes sparkled with mischief

I got us to fall back onto the bed, and I gently surrounded her with my larger frame. I quickly took off my t-shirt and her jeans, and to my surprise, she was wearing a tiny black lace outfit that barely covered anything, just like the lace bra she had on. I grabbed it by the crotch and tore it off, placing it on my nightstand. Then, I swiftly removed her bra to reveal one of her beautiful nipples that I had seen a week earlier when I took her skinny dipping. I felt lucky to be the only one who had seen her naked. I admired her beauty—she had a round butt, full breasts, and pink nipples, with a lovely untouched area I wanted to explore tonight, as far as she was comfortable. She whispered that she was a virgin, and I smiled, reassuring her that we wouldn't go that far tonight. I intended to explore every inch of her with my mouth and fingers. She nodded as I began to kiss down her body, aiming for the space between her beautiful tanned legs.