Be Good A New Adult Romance (RE12)(23)

Brett kissed me again. This time his kissed ignited something inside and my entire body responded. I wasn’t drunk but I was suddenly feeling light headed. And the more I responded, the more forceful and passionate Brett became. It was like he was trying to devour me.

“My, God, Anna,” he whispered breathlessly. “I’ve never felt like this before. I want you so badly it hurts.”

I knew exactly how he felt. There was a longing deep inside me that I knew only he could fill. It excited every inch of me and frightened me to the core.

Brett pulled me close and I could feel his erection. I moaned as he pressed himself against me; he was rock hard.

I knew Brett wasn’t the most experienced lover but his passion and desire for me overcame any awkwardness there was until I was so turned on, I wanted to rip Brett’s clothes off. But I held back and let Brett lead the way.

Brett sat me up and slowly pulled the straps of my bridesmaid dress down off my shoulders. He kissed each of my shoulders with light butterfly kisses that sent waves of desire rushing through my body.

Everything Brett did was slow and deliberate and left me wanting more. My desire for him was building so much, I could have had an orgasm with my clothes still on.

Brett unzipped the back of the dress and pulled it down to my waist so that my black lace push-up bra was exposed. I watched him as he savored the moment. Then he pulled the dress down a bit more and I lifted my hips so he could get the dress completely off me.

I was now in my bra and panties and Brett looked at me for a long minute. It was like he was appreciating the sight of me. No one had ever done that before. Guys always seemed to be quick to get to the finish line; quicker to get their dicks inside me and go off.

But Brett was in no hurry. This wasn’t a conquest. There was no finish line. He was enjoying every second of the journey we were on. This was an experience to be savored.

“Lie back down,” Brett instructed.

When I did, he took a rose petal between his thumb and index finger and lightly ran it along my collar bone. Another wave of shivers rushed through my body. Brett slowly ran his finger along the outline of my bra then ran his finger over my nipples, which now stood completely erect against my lace bra. Brett slowly pulled my bra straps down and placed butterfly kisses on my shoulders where the straps had been. I was beginning to love those butterfly kisses. I wondered how they would feel all over the rest of my body. It wouldn’t take long to find out.

Brett pulled my bra off my breasts and admired them for a long moment. Then he took a daisy that was on the bed next to him and teased my nipples with it. They got even harder.

Brett then teased my breasts with his tongue and licked his way from a spot between my breasts down to my belly button. He tickled my belly button with his tongue, which made me squirm with pleasure.

When I looked at Brett, he gave me a sly grin. Then he assaulted my stomach with butterfly kisses, which turned me on so quickly and so completely, I thought I would lose my mind.

“Brett,” I moaned. “I want you so much.”

“Not yet,” he said. “You’re not ready yet.”

I felt very ready. I could feel how wet I was. I yearned to feel him inside me.

Brett slowly pulled my panties off. He stared at me, now completely naked. I had never felt so vulnerable in my life.

“You still have all your clothes on,” I whispered.

“I know,” was his response but he made no effort to change the situation. He just kept looking at me, naked on his bed, full of need and desire.

He parted my knees and moved his head between my legs. I closed my eyes as I felt his tongue move inside me. I let out a moan of pure pleasure.

I stopped thinking as his tongue worked magic between my legs and before I knew it, I fell over the edge. I screamed out as I was overtaken and shaking with the bliss of my orgasm.

When Brett kissed me, I could taste myself on his lips. “I want you,” he whispered in my ear. “Are you ready for me?”

“Yes,” I whispered back. “I’m ready.”

Brett climbed out of bed and quickly removed his shirt and pants. He wasn’t a big guy, like most of the jocks I had been with, but his slender build was toned. When he removed his boxer briefs, I instinctively licked my lips as I admired the sight of his fine erection. I had no doubt he would be able to get the job done.

He grabbed a condom from the night stand and put it on. Then he crawled back into bed and eased himself between my legs. He kissed me fiercely and hungrily as he pushed himself inside me.

I cried out in pure pleasure as his manhood filled me.

“Oh, God, Anna,” he moaned.

He continued to ravage me with kisses as he pumped hard and fast. It was such as sharp contrast to all of the slow and deliberate moves that led to this point, my head was reeling. He had every intention of making me forget every man who had come before him and he was succeeding on every level. He was completely rocking my world.

“Oh, Brett,” I practically yelled as I could feel myself heading over the edge of the cliff. Brett was tireless as he continued his quest to make me come.

“Come with me, Anna,” he whispered as we both gasped with the pleasure of ultimate release.

We both looked at the other for a long moment, taking each other in. Then Brett ran his thumb softly down my cheek. “So, was it worth the wait?”

A grin formed in the corner of my mouth. I nodded and he gave me a soft kiss.



***



“So,” I said as we lay in bed watching Sixteen Candles and cuddling. “My sister’s getting married the first weekend in August in Scottsdale. Want to come with me?”

“I would love to accompany you to your sister’s wedding. Are you a bridesmaid?”

“Hard to believe, but yes, I am. My sister and I were never close. She’s 10 years older and we have nothing in common. She’s superwoman and I’m a slouch, which happens to be Flaw 85.”

Brett kissed my cheek. “I love that you’re a slouch,” he teased. “It’s one of my favorite things about you.”

“You realize you’re in a relationship with someone, who is seriously flawed. I have one hundred and twenty six flaws to prove it.”

“Maybe I love your flaws,” he said as he placed butterfly kisses on my forehead and cheeks. “Maybe I love everything about you.”

I held his shoulders and looked into his eyes. “Maybe you’re too good for me.”

He shook his head as he continued staring into my eyes. “You’re perfect for me…” He gave me a gentle kiss on the lips. “In every way.” He kissed me again, this time with more passion and longing.

As he pulled me close and I could feel his desire for me growing, neither of us cared about watching the rest of the movie.



***



The next morning I was in a funk. It would be a few weeks until my friends Sarah and Sean’s wedding in Las Vegas, when I would see Brett again. It already felt like it was a few weeks too long.

“What’s wrong,” Brett said as he rubbed the sleep from his eyes. He leaned over and gave me a kiss on the cheek.

I turned to face him. “I know this is going to sound stupid but I miss you already and you’re not even gone yet.”

He grinned. “That doesn’t sound stupid at all. It’s sweet.”

“You may be the first person to ever call me sweet. Heinous bitch is usually the preferred moniker.”

Brett rolled out of bed and headed toward the bathroom. I got up and started gathering my clothes.

“My flight leaves pretty early,” Brett yelled from the bathroom. “But I have time for a quick breakfast. Do you want to order room service?”

“What do you want?”

“Surprise me.”

I wasn’t that hungry for food but I was for Brett. I posed seductively on the bed and awaited his return.

“Did you decide what you want?” Brett said as he returned. He stopped and stared at me lying on the bed naked and needy.

“You,” I said as I curled my index finger in a come-hither gesture.

“Breakfast of champions,” Brett said as he removed his boxer briefs and joined me in bed.



***



As I pulled my suitcase into my apartment, it felt more lonely than usual. I noticed Marvin’s soil was a little dry and he was starting to wilt. It was a reflection of how I felt. My life seemed to lack direction and purpose. The only thing that felt good and right was being with Brett. The only problem was that my time with Brett was limited and infrequent. And aside from the weddings, we really hadn’t made any plans to be together.

I always made fun of people in long distance romances. I thought it was overly sentimental rubbish. Now I had fallen into the same trap. I was living for those moments when I could see Brett again and everything else seemed like filler in between.