“Put your foot on the bench.”
If possible, I think she’s blushing, and Braelyn isn’t much of a blusher.
My obedient girl does exactly as I ask with a “Yes, sir” thatinstantly makes me harder than steel. I reward her by rubbing her tits and kissing her neck, and running the sprayer up and down her legs.
“You know what I’m going to do with this.”
I get a shaky, “Yes.”
“Good. Now turn around, hands on the wall, foot back up on the bench.”
I pull back and stand to my full height, waiting for her to comply. She does, her eyes dark with fire and lust as she turns, presenting me with her perfect ass and a hint of her sweet cunt as she lifts her leg.
I adjust the pressure on the sprayer, making it more concentrated, then my arm bands around the front of her. Twisting my wrist, I angle the sprayer up and move it in so I hit her clit with the jet of water.
“Oh fuck!” she cries out, her head flinging back and meeting my chest. “Shit, Roman. That’s intense.”
I bet it is. It’s essentially a high-pressure water vibrator.
With even back and forth flicks of my wrist, I work her clit and play with her tits, pinching and pulling on her nipples. She can barely hold herself up, her hands planting harder into the wall, her breathing all over the place. She’s already close, and I make a mental note to buy her every fucking toy I can find.
I rub my cock between her ass cheeks, playing with the seam.
And just before she comes, I push the sprayer up right against her clit, line my cock up with her opening, and thrust right in.
“Fuck!” she screams and comes instantly. I don’t pound into her. I fuck her slowly through it, pushing and sliding and rubbing her inner walls exactly where she needs it. Her orgasm goes on until she gets too sensitive, and I release the sprayer, letting it dangle by the metal cord and shower the walls.
My hands find her tits, my chest to her back, my mouthagainst her neck, and I fuck her like this. Smooth and deep and slow. I murmur a million things in her ear. I tell her how beautiful she is, how good she feels, how much I love her, how I’m never letting her go.
Not ever. No matter what happens next.
31
BRAELYN
Morning comes with a stirring to an indistinct noise that tickles my senses and wakes me. Rolling over, I reach for Roman, only to find his side of the bed empty. I keep moving, shifting, and sliding until I locate what woke me. My phone.
Picking it up, I see it’s Katy calling and answer with a smile.
“Good morning, sunshine,” I chirp brightly. “How’s it going?”
“Oh, Braelyn,” a familiar voice that’s not Katy’s replies. “Good morning. And congratulations on your marriage.”
My brow scrunches, and I pull back the phone. “Oh my gosh! Katie! Hi. I’m so sorry. I didn’t realize this was Roman’s phone. Our phone cases are nearly identical. I saw the name and I thought it was my friend Katy.”
She laughs. “No worries at all. It’s a very common name and an easy mistake. Is he there?”
“I don’t see him, but I can go find him if you need.”
“No, no. Enjoy the relaxation time. I’m so excited he’s married to you. You have no idea how happy thatmakes me. You’re the only woman he’s ever talked about, so it makes sense.”
A smile curls my lips, and I roll onto my back. We haven’t quite figured out the marriage stuff yet, but for now, especially after last night, I’m trying to roll with it.
“Thanks. It’s good. Weird, but good.” I’ve known Katie for a long time. She’s worked for Roman for years and years. “Do you want me to pass along a message or have him call you?”
“He’s been dragging his heels, but I really need him to pick out a place in Frankfurt ASAP. He—well, I guess both of you—will be moving there so soon and these places won’t keep for long. We need to get the contracts signed on the residences. But while I’m thinking about it and before he signs anything, is there something specific you’ll need while you’re there? I’m happy to email you the places so you can see if there’s one you like or don’t like.”
I blink about sixty thousand times. “I’m sorry. Frankfurt?”