Now That You Are Here

Julia

Some Mature Content in beginning. Start and end marked with ***

Two Weeks Later:

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"I'm gonna make you scream my name so fucking loud you'll forgot your own."

"Brixton...please."

I lay on my back, waiting for him to come to me. My legs are spread apart, and my knees face the ceiling. A low growl escapes his throat from somewhere in the dark room. I squirm around on the bed, the heat and pressure between my legs growing unbearably uncomfortable. I need friction, and I need it now. I slide my own hand down my body and slowly touch myself. I throw my head back, arching my back as my body gets closer and closer to ecstasy. I bite my bottom lip, and a small whimper exits my mouth. I'm about to cum when a large hand rips my hand away from myself.

They are pinned above my head, and soon the only part of my body that I can move is my lower half. Like he's coming out of the shadows, Brixton leans down, licking at my neck seductively. I squirm as my high starts to build once again, but it's not from my own hand. A naked Brixton has now climbed on top of me, grinding himself against me. I plead for him to touch me, to make me cum, but I get nothing in return. He slowly kisses over my chest and down my stomach. Brixton's hands are taken off mine, and I finally grab a chunk of his air, needing something to stabilize my body.

"You're such a good girl."

"Brixton..."

It comes out in a moan, encouraging him to continue. I feel his tongue playing dangerously with my clit. My hips involuntarily arch, and I want more. I want so much more. Brixton chuckles sexily, placing a hand on my hip, and forcing it back down onto the bed. More grunts and groans fill the now hot, steaming air as we explore one another's bodies.

"Spread your legs for me, kitten."

I do as he says, spreading my legs, showing off my pink center. He groans in appreciation as he runs his hand down his face. Brixton gives it one last lick before letting out a string of profanities. Half of which I can't understand. I watch as he slowly aligns himself with me, keeping me aching for his touch. I feel his tip against me, and I moan out his name once again. I can feel his smirk on my lips as he leans down to give me a kiss. He enters me with one fast push, a scream exiting me. He kisses along my neck as our skin slaps together.

"You feel so good. You are all mine."

"And you are all mine."

Brixton slams harder into me, fucking me relentlessly. I dig my nails into his back, and I know that he's definitely going to have scratches tomorrow. Just like the multiple hickies that are probably already forming on my skin.

"I'm going to cum."

"Cum for me, kitten."

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I jolt awake, sitting up swiftly as my alarm continues blaring. Fucking hell. I can feel the wetness in my panties. I'm pretty sure I fingered my own self in my sleep. I rub my hand down my face, trying to pull myself together, but that doesn't seem to be working. 

I roll my neck and stretch my arms above my head as I swing my feet onto the cold hardwood floor of my apartment. I glance back at the clock to see that it's eight in the morning. It's been about two weeks since I've last talked to Brixton, and I'm feeling a little lonely, but besides that I'm doing great.

I'm doing what I want to do. I finished the kiss in the rain and hugging a redwood tree off my bucket list. Only four more to go. I have to go skinny dipping (with who, I don't know), go to a drive-in movie (hopefully not alone), buy expensive lingerie, and stay at the Beverly Hills Hotel.