The worry on her face melts away, replaced with a look so soft, my heart skips a beat. “What did you call me?”
Shit. Maybe that was the wrong thing to say. “Bria. Your name isn’t Boo, Angel. It never was. Those sick fucks called you that. I’ll call you whatever name you want, but I won’t call you Boo.”
Her eyes search mine, and just when I think I’ve made the wrong call, she drops to her knees in front of me.
“Angel, no.” I reach for her, but she pushes my hands away, reaching for tie on my sweatpants. “You don’t ever have to get on your knees for me.”
When her gaze meets mine, it’s filled with heat, and something that looks very similar to love. “I want to. I want to be with you,” she says. “I want to taste you. I want you to finish what we started earlier, and I want to know what you feel like when you’re inside of me.”
Her words are determined, and they knock the breath from my lungs. I don’t dare move a muscle as she reaches forward and pulls my cock out. She holds it in her hand, pausing as he looks at it, then her eyes lift to mine as she draws her tongue slowly up my length.
“Fuck,” I groan.
My hands itch to bury themselves into her hair, to guide her head as she licks me, but I don’t. Instead, I ball them into fists at my side and watch, not wanting to miss a single moment of her mouth on me.
Bria’s eyes never waver from mine as she kisses my cock, running her hand slowly up and down. I didn’t know it was possible to get so hard so fast, but clearly, it is.
She parts her lips and takes me into her mouth, swirling her tongue around and over as she moves her head up and down. Electric shocks shoot through my legs, sending fireworks through my body and settling low in my spine.
Placing my hand on her cheek, I tell her, “You keep doing that, baby, I won’t make it to the part where I get inside of you.”
Releasing my cock from her mouth, she grins up at me.
I reach for her hand and help her to her feet, pulling her against me as I claim her mouth. Her fingertips slide into my hair, clinging to me and holding me tighter, a soft moan escaping her and settling into my balls.
I haven’t had sex in a very long time, and I’ve never had sex with someone who looks at me the way Bria does.
I take a step toward the bed and reach for her shorts. Dropping to my knees, I kiss her belly as I slide them down over her hips and down her legs. Once they’re off, I press a kiss just above her folds, and in a husky voice, I whisper, “Lay on your back, Angel.”
She does, without hesitation, and opens her legs for me, her eyes on mine. I don’t look away as I slide my tongue through her center, then flicking her clit. There’s something about the way our eyes lock. Something growing.
Trust? Confidence? Love?
Whatever it is, it’s strong, and everything shifts between us. This isn’t just sex. This is a joining of souls and hearts. Of us.
Her release comes quickly, catching her off guard. I lap at her, swirling my tongue in tender circles as her eyes grow wide and her hips rock against my face. “God, Priest, yes. Right there. Don’t stop… Please, don’t fucking stop.”
I’m not fucking stopping. I’m not even close to being finished with her.
Her body trembles before me, and a pink flush spreads across her cheeks as she moans my name.
“Baby,” I croak out when her body stills. “I would love to do this all fucking night, but I need to feel you.”
Digging her heels into the mattress, she scoots back onto it. “I need you too.”
Popping to my feet, I rummage around in my nightstand and pull out a condom. Once I roll it down, I crawl over her and settle between her legs.
“You sure?” I ask her, praying she says yes, because if she isn’t sure, I might explode.
She reaches for me, positioning my cock at her entrance, and rolls her hips until the tip is just inside. “Fuck me, baby.”
That’s all I need to hear.
In one swift move, I enter her, burying myself deep inside. My eyes roll back as her slick walls hug me tightly. “Fuck,” I hiss as Bria groans, “Oh, God.”
I have to force myself to move slowly. I want to fuck her. I want to drive myself into her until we become one fucking person, but this is not the time. This time is about more than just getting off.
I move slowly, rolling my hips, reveling in the way she accepts me into her body.