THRUST

Chapter Twenty Seven

He's peeling his shirt off, untangling his belt and it's gone too. The look in his eyes is fierce and he's changed his mind. It's written on his face as he bends to grab my ankles, pulling me closer to him.

My shorts are flying off of my legs, my shirt next and within seconds Briggs is on top of me with a husky voice spilling into my ear, "You're fucking mine."

He's changed in just moments, from controlled and patient, to wild and rough. His touch isn't gentle, it's possessive. He's not scared to hurt me, he knows he won't as my body bends to his and this... this is everything.

His eyes are wild and his hands all over me. I'm soaring so high, knowing he's about to give me what I've wanted for so long.

His eyes are open, mouth to mine and we're both so caught up in this moment, it's crashing over us and taking us both under.

As we devour each other with hungry kisses, I feel him digging between us into his pocket, and when he's got what he needs, he pulls away from me.

His hand trails my neck, eyes never leaving mine, as he rises up.

He holds a condom in his fingers, and if it wasn't clear that this was happening a minute ago, it's definite now.

It's in the dominant look in his eyes, and it's in my submissive behavior as I raise my shoulders up, unclipping my bra from behind. Once I'm bare up top, he digs his teeth into the plastic, ripping impatiently.

His shirt is off, jeans still on, and our eyes are locked, silently speaking weeks of want— the ache building stronger with each passing second but the relief so close, we can both almost feel it already.

I raise my hips up towards him, as he unbuttons his jeans and though time is standing still, we couldn't be moving faster— each dying to be connected to the other.

I lay my shoulders back against the soft sheets, and try to pull my panties off in the quickest but sexiest way possible.

His eyes don't leave mine, and this feeling inside— this shooting thrill of adrenaline, as I spread my legs open to him—it fills every crevice. The lust and ache mixes with the thrill and anticipation to make the most delicious concoction of emotion spinning uncontrollably inside as his eyes leave mine, trailing down my naked body and right to the place that aches so deep.

He doesn't take his jeans all the way off as he unzips, just leaving enough room to pull himself out and when I see him there, fully erect and so beautiful I lift up, grabbing the condom from him. My eyes plead with him to let me lead for just a moment and he understands the need, giving me what I want.

I can't stop myself from taking him into my mouth just long enough to make his eyes tilt up to the ceiling. He's not only well endowed, but he's got significant length and it's just as beautiful as the rest of him.

Once his eyes land back on mine and I've smoothed my lips over the length of him, I can't wait any longer, the sight of him and the silky soft texture against my lips has me soaked and ready.

I communicate my need with eyes on his as the pulsing, aching, clench below becomes painful. I sense he feels the same as he whispers to me with sweet eyes, "Lay back, pretty girl."

He wastes no time pulling me closer, to the end of the bed where my butt touches him and he bends down, eyes to mine, placing his thumbs between my legs, spreading me wide before putting his tongue on me... sending me arching high into the air. He takes one long, wet lick and then two things happen simultaneously.

He lines himself up as he brings his lips to mine and before our lips can even touch, he's gliding inside and oh god, oh god, oh god.

I'm stretched and full as his strong arms reach under me, grabbing my cheeks as he slams inside, the glide so fulfilling, until our hips meet flush.

"We can save the slow and sweet for later. For now..."

He holds his breath, looking between us, as he pulls out almost to the tip, before slamming back in, lifting my hips off the bed,

"I'm gonna push any doubt you have about who's... "

He grabs my butt pulling it into him with each thrust as he finishes his sentence.

"This... " He pulls out almost all the way again before filling me with another hard slam and finishes, eyes on mine "Is."

And then my hips are no longer even on the bed, but in his hands as he brings me to into him and I'm dying. I'm dying of the fulfillment, of this burning love inside me, of this beautiful, delicious pain, and this ravenous need for more, more, more of all of him.

He continues his rigorous pace, pounding in and out so fast and hard and my legs are quivering each time he grinds into my most sensitive spot, giving me sensations that are so fucking good I can't hold it any longer, and I burst from the inside out, shaking uncontrollably as he grinds so good and so hard.

"Tell me who's it is, pretty girl."

He pounds into me and through strained breaths I don't hesitate to reply, "It's yours... god, it's yours."

With a satisfied smile on his face he pumps long, hard glides with the most delicious grind to my center before pulling back out and it takes me over almost every time.

"You ok?" He asks through quick breaths.

"I'm better than I've ever been." I mumble back to him because I can't even speak right now. It's so good, and it's not stopping. My legs continue to quiver and that feeling continues to build and burst, build and burst and just when I think he's about to come with me, this time he brings me up, chest to chest, spinning us around so that he's on his knees and I'm on top of him, sitting straight up, chest to chest, eye to eye. The same way we started just two nights ago in my room, except we're complete now.

His eyes. So beautiful.

His skin, flawless, and his lips are so full and gorgeous and it's too much to look at him, he's so beautiful inside of me, me on him, we're perfect.

He slows down the tempo, bringing his rough hand to my neck, softly kissing my lips while pumping long slow thrusts inside. His eyes relay the feelings inside and it makes me so happy to see that same feeling I have for him reflecting back to me. "You're such a pretty girl... my girl." He says through his kisses.

And I swell when those words leave his lips.

"Say you're my girl."

I don't hesitate. "I'm yours."

His teeth scrape his bottom lip as he looks down to where we connect and the sight of him thrusting is beautiful, everything about this moment is beautiful and his lips are on mine, and he's making smaller pumps... thrusting quicker, grinding a little longer and before I can make it there again, he slows to a heavy grind and stills, holding his breath as he trembles. And watching him come is the most beautiful thing I've ever seen, with his eyes tight, so tight that when he opens them back up to me, they're watering and brighter than they've ever been and my lips cover his with panic, hoping to keep him right here inside, not ready for this to be done- feeling like I'll die if he pulls out right now. So I cling to him, suffocating him with kisses and desperation.

I don't even care if it scares him, it's true, so true and he can't possibly get any farther away than he will be at this time tomorrow so I say it.

I blurt it out and I don't stop.

I repeat it over and over as I pepper kisses down his neck, clinging to him for life.

"I love you, I love you, I love you, please stay right here, don't move, I love you."

And for a split second my voice and the incoherent decision to blurt out those words drives stone cold panic straight through me like a molten blade until his eyes and lips sweetly meet mine and he presses me closer, grinding in stronger and whispers the words, "I love you too. I have for a while now," right back to me, onto my lips.

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A/N: Doesn't it just suck that Briggs is leaving in the morning? We'll see what Edward is up to, next chapter.

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