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Chapter Forty-Eight

His amber eyes search mine. And then he closes the distance between us, kissing me softly. He grabs my ass and lifts me up, my legs wrap around his waist. He doesn't break the kiss as he walks upstairs to his bedroom.

He keeps one arm around me as he pulls all of the blankets and pillows off the bed. And then he lays me down. My heart is beating so fast I'm worried it's going to stop altogether. I sit up and my hands lift my shirt, but Bryce stops me.

"Lay back down," he says and I do. I feel his hands brush my ankles and move slowly upward, creeping past my knees, over my thighs, skimming up my torso and finally resting on my cheeks. "Relax, sweetheart," he tells me. I nod.

I feel his hands pull away. He's taking his time, his sweet time. Bryce tugs my pants slowly over my hips and down my legs. His hands brush my waist as he removes my shirt. "Sit up for me, sweetheart," he says. I sit up and he unclasps my bra and slides it down my arms. All that's left is my panties. My hands move to the waistband of his shorts, but he grabs my hands. "Not yet."

I lick my lips. "But I want to touch you," I say.

"Not yet," he repeats. "Lay back down." I do as he tells me. "Shut your eyes and put your arms above your head," Bryce tells me. My arms go above my head and my eyes shut. I'm expecting to feel his hands take off my panties, but instead I feel his mouth on the top of my breast. I gasp, my eyes flying open and my arms wrapping around his neck. "Arms up, eyes shut," Bryce says roughly. I nod and then his mouth's on my breast again and I'm struggling to keep my arms above my head.

But I do because I don't want him to stop. His mouth is hot against my nipple and I moan as his his teeth scrape against it. His thigh is in between my legs and I can feel his erection. His tongue swirls against my skin and I cry out, arching forward. He keeps sucking and biting and driving me crazy.

He pulls away and moves to my other breast, doing the same tortuous thing. Oh, my God, this feels so amazing. I'm shamefully wet between my legs and I'm rubbing against his thigh trying to get relief. My thighs clench around his leg.

He keeps sucking and then his mouth moves lower, trailing hot kisses down my stomach and waist. My nipples feel cold and empty without his mouth, but I forget about that as I remember where he's moving to. "Lift your hips up," he tells me.

I do and then my panties are gone and his head is in between my thighs. He moans and I cry out as his tongue touches damp opening. He's sucking and diving into my wet heat. My hands are gripping the headboard and my eyes are pressed shut. It feels so good it almost hurts. His mouth moves up and he bites my clit. "Oh, God," I cry out, moaning. I'm so close to orgasaming.

His hands cup my ass and angle it upwards so he has better access. And then his fingers slide inside of me. He keeps sucking on my clit and then his fingers are pumping me. My body's taut with tension and I'm so close to being pushed over the edge.

"You taste fucking incredible," Bryce says. His tongue replaces his fingers and pleasure slams into me in blinding waves. My hands clutch his head as I rock against him. My head's still spinning as the pleasure subsides.

"Bryce," I gasp out. He pulls away from my pelvis and looks at me, raising his eyebrows. "I want you to fuck me." His eyes darken.

"Give me a second." I nod and he stands up, retrieving something from his dresser. I push myself to a sitting position and push hair back from my face. Bryce walks back over to the bed. He has a condom packet in his hand.

"You don't have to use a condom," I say. He shrugs.

"I don't want to risk anything," he says. I nod and stand up, grabbing the waistband of his shorts and boxers, pulling down until he steps out of them. Oh, God. I forgot how big he was. He's easily eight inches. His hand brushes my hip and I look at him.

He crushes his mouth over mine and kisses me roughly, biting my lower lip. I moan and press closer to him. We fall back onto the bed. I grind myself against his cock and he moans, gripping my hips tighter. He pulls away and rips open the condom packet, rolling it on.

"Bryce?" I say. He looks at me. "Take me hard." He grunts and then pushes past my opening and slides inside of me. I gasp he makes a noise of approval. My legs are on either side of his waist. Bryce pulls out and then plunges into me. I moan and grab onto his shoulders. His face is buried in my neck as he thrusts. The headboard slams against the wall.

He keeps slamming into me and he's getting rougher, his movements more frantic as he nears his climax. He pins my arms above my head with his wrist and finger pinches my nipple. His mouth covers mine.

And then he starts to come, grunting, rocking against me, and that pushes me over the edge. I cry out his name as I convulse around him.

Eventually we both stop and he gets up, going to the bathroom. I'm still trying to catch my breath when he gets back. He pulls the blankets onto the bed and sets the pillows down. He turns the lights off and crawls in next to me. My back is to him. His arms slide around my waist and pull me to his chest. I feel his lips brush my neck. I lace my fingers with him.

"Good night, Bryce," I say.

"Night," he says, pulling me closer to him. It doesn't take long for me to fall into a deep sleep.