All In (The Blackstone Affair, Part 2)
Monday! Annabelle
had come, thank the blessed gods! If those sheets from this morning
had still been there with the evidence of my pitiful wanking
session all over them I don’t know what I would have done. I made a
mental note to give Annabelle a nice—thank you for being
discreet—tip.
    I laid Brynne out on her back and just
looked down at her for a moment. The need to go slow was important
this time. I wanted to cherish her and accept this gift she was
giving to me. I needed to savor her.
    Her hair swept over her shoulders and her
eyes looked sort of green against the turquoise top she still wore. Not going to be wearing it for long.
    I started on her trainers. Then the ankle
socks. I cupped her feet and massaged them before sliding up her
leg and hips to the waistband of her shorts. My fingers slipped
underneath and gripped. Down they came. My eyes took in the reveal
of her skin as the fabric slipped away—navel, hipbones, stomach,
pussy, and long legs. Legs that would wrap around me when I was
deep inside that beautiful, bare pussy of hers. Sweet
Christ.
    There was a reason my girl was a model. A
nude model . She possessed a body that had the power to render
me speechless. I wasn’t done revealing my masterpiece yet though. I
reached for her top. It was a one stop shop too. Nothing
underneath. I wanted to shout out a triumphant YES . Her
breasts spilled out to the side as soon as I got that shirt off
over her head.
    “Brynne…beautiful.” I heard the sound of her
name come off my lips but couldn’t remember intending to say it. I
had to see her naked again, to remember how she looked, to know I
had the right to touch her and that she’d accept me. I had to have
some small part of her inside me before I could do anything else
too, I was that desperate.
    Slowly I dragged my mouth from her navel up
to one perfect breast, covered the whole nipple and sucked deep. I
pulled her up inside my mouth and caressed the underside with my
fingers. So soft . She budded up tight and hard underneath my
tongue and I had to give consideration to the other one to be fair.
Those beauties deserved an absolute equal share of my attentions
toward fairness for sure.
    She looked so yielding and sensual lying
there for me to fill my eyes with her image. Like a portrait. But
one that only I would ever see. That’s not true . The nagging
irritation was fleeting as I pushed the idea of others seeing her
naked, down deep into the dungeon of my mind. Right now I had a
feast before me. It was time to partake.
    I needed to feel that flesh against my
tongue and lips. I needed so much from her I was shaking as I
kicked off my shoes and reached for my belt. I stripped out of my
clothes fast, very aware that Brynne watched every move I made, her
eyes traveling all over me. The sight of her admiring made me so
hard my balls hurt and my cock burned. Only for her.
    I lowered onto the bed with my knees
leading, totally distracted about where to go first. She was a
banquet for me all splayed out, her legs bent slightly but not
revealing what I wanted to see. My urges rose up from somewhere and
the words came out of my mouth. “Open up and show me. I want to see
what’s mine, baby.”
    Slowly, her feet slid upward until they were
flat on the sheets as she bent her legs at the knees. I held my
breath and felt the thud of my heart in my chest. She shifted one
leg over and then the other. Just like that. She did what I’d asked
of her. Perfect submission in a graceful maneuver that ran a jolt
of lust up my cock just from the show she was giving me. I was
nowhere near satisfied. I wanted a good long look before I started
in on what I’d been denied for too many days.
    “Put your hands up over your head and hold
on to the bed.”
    Her eyes flickered a bit and focused on my
mouth.
    “Trust me. I’m gonna make it so good for
you, baby. Let me do this my way…”
    “Ethan,” she whispered, but she did what I
asked, slowly bringing her arms up to cross

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