Eternal Blossom

Walking into the house, Brian shut and locked the door behind them, refusing to let her hand go as she began to pull away in pursuit of the bedroom. With her hand snared in his larger one, she raised their locked hands and took his index finger into her mouth, swirling her tongue over the tip of it as she looked into his eyes in a silent challenge.

Brian took a quick breath through his nose, and with a deep husky voice, informed her curtly, “bedroom. Now.”

Aiyana laughed and turned around, sauntering ahead of him as she lead the way to the bedroom. As he watched her hips sway ahead of him, he groaned at her sedate pace. She was teasing him, and although he knew this, it wasn’t making his predicament any easier.

As Aiyana heard the noise he made, she decided to push her luck, hoping that it would get him into the head space to be dominant with her considering it seemed like he was already well on his way given his curt two word instructions only moments ago.

“Hey Brian, just wondering, but what is your biggest fantasy,” she asked, feigning innocence.

“You getting up these stairs and into that bedroom so that I can fuck the daylights out of you. Move,” he answered quickly, not really paying much attention to her question.

“Really? Because mine has always been something I was hoping you could help me with,” she responded calmly, still not moving any faster.

His curiosity piqued, he reached forward with his free hand and latched onto her hip roughly to steer her towards the bedroom at a quicker pace while he made a sound in the back of his throat to indicate that he was listening.

“I’ve always wanted to get fucked in a confessional,” Aiyana told him honestly as she pushed the bedroom door open for them.

“That’s nice, baby. Tell me about it after, wait,” he paused and looked at her once they were in the room, his brain reeling from the revelation that he had just laid on her. “You mean, like, a catholic confessional booth? Like, bless me father, for I have sinned, and all that?”

Aiyana laughed, blushing softly as she lowered her hands to the hem of his shirt, and pulling it over his head so that her hands could roam over the hard planes of his chest and abs while she bit her lip and nodded in reply.

“I don’t know why that turns me on so much, but I’m definitely going to have to help you with that,” he chuckled before wrapping a hand into her hand and pulling her close enough for his lips to ghost over hers in a barely there touch while he whispered to her, “and I think you should kneel so that we can start practicing.”

Her eyes fluttered shut and she let out a groan as she thought back to how many hours she spent kneeling in Catholic mass over vacations in Scotland, enjoying how he tied in kneeling to her telling him about her fantasy.

“They don’t kneel in confession, Brian,” she smirked at him before doing as he requested, lowering herself to her knees.

“I’m not Catholic, I wouldn’t know,” he shot back, knowing neither of them were religious, with one of his most devious smirks, “but I do love seeing you on your knees.”

Aiyana arched an eyebrow and opened the button on his pants, sliding the zipper down quickly before pulling his pants and boxers to pool around his ankles. Running her tongue along the sensitive head of his cock, she wrapped her fingers around the base, never breaking eye contact.

Running his hands through her hair in encouragement, he groaned loudly when she finally closed her lips around the head and her cheeks hollowed. When she began to take more of him into her mouth slowly, his eyes closed for a moment in pure bliss.

Aiyana payed special attention to the underside of his cock, swirling her tongue in circles on her way down his length, and hollowing her cheeks in suction on the way back up. When he tightened his fingers in the lengths of her hair and met her eyes again she removed her mouth from him, only to tell him what she knew he wanted to hear.

“I know you want to fuck my mouth, babe. I need you hard and rough after this, though.”

Brian growled at her words, and the moment she began her ministrations on his flesh again and dropped her hands to his thighs, he began to thrust slowly into her mouth to give her time to adjust from one technique to another.

When her nails scratched at his thighs to egg him on, he looked into her lust blown eyes and picked up his pace. He hadn’t been so glad for her lack of a gag reflex in months, and when she tilted her chin up slightly to allow him to slide into her throat with each thrust, his head fell back on his shoulders. The sensations of her delightful mouth and tight throat working him so well had him increasing his speed until he felt his balls draw up to his body in anticipation.

With a few more thrusts of his hips, he buried himself in her throat, cumming hard down her throat, the harsh release leaving his knees weak. Aiyana hummed her approval as she pulled back and rose to her feet.

Brian finally opened his eyes and watched her pull her shirt off over her head while she slid out of her heels.With the shirt tossed to the floor, she reached behind her back and unclasped her bra, allowing it to fall down her arms before shimmying out of her pants. Brian didn’t take his eyes off of her, stroking himself as he watched each inch of glorious skin materialize before him.

Aiyana raised a hand and ran it over her own breasts, catching her nipple between her index finger and thumb as she looked into his lust blown brown eyes. Brian took a step closer to her, and dipped his head to take her free nipple into his mouth, flicking his tongue over it prior to biting down lightly. When this delivered to his ears the outcry he’d been waiting for, he bit down slightly harder, feeling his erection jump at the gasp that pulled.

Standing up, he turned her around abruptly and bent her over the bed. Without a moment’s hesitation, and no warning, he entered her roughly. Aiyana cried out in pleasure and pain, and braced herself on the bed so that her knees wouldn’t give out on her. Brian leaned over her back as he began to move shallowly, and chuckled darkly in her ear before biting down on her earlobe.

“You wanted rough, you get rough, baby.”

Aiyana just whimpered back, not able to speak as her senses seemed to be on fire. Brian gripped her hips and stood to his full height so that he could do as she had requested. He set up a hard and unrelenting rhythm, knowing that if she was as turned on as she had been all evening, it wouldn’t take her long to reach her climax.

Planning on fucking her so hard she couldn’t walk properly the next day, Brian tightened his grip on her hips. When she began to meet him thrust for thrust, moaning loudly, he began to snap his hips.

“You like it when I fuck you hard, don’t you, Aiya,” he asked her, using her hips as leverage.

He was only met with a loud yes, and he felt her walls begin to spasm around him. Closing his eyes so that he could help her ride out her inevitable orgasm, he pulled her onto him harder, his fingers bruising her flesh as he thrust into her welcoming heat.

Aiyana cried out his name loudly when her climax hit like a tidal wave, and washed over her, her legs shaking as he continued his assault so that she could get every second of pleasure he was able to give until he submitted to the all-encompassing climax himself, spilling his seed deep inside of her.

Once finished, Brian pulled out of her and they both collapsed to the bed, panting for breath. Aiyana turned her head to see Brian with an arm over his eyes and a big smiled on his handsome lips. Feeling her own smile, she rolled into him as her breathing began to come easier, burying her face in his neck.

Brian wrapped an arm around her shoulder, his hand rubbing up and down her arm in the afterglow.

“Give me ten minutes, and I’m going to slow things down so that I can make love to you,” he grinned.

Aiyana froze, fear wrapping her heart in it’s icy clutches. When Brian felt her stiffen, and the soft rush of her warm breath against his flesh cease, he pulled back to look at her face where he saw her eyes shut tight, and her mouth closed in a straight line, lips curled in, trapped by her teeth.

“Aiya, what’s wrong,” he asked, propping himself up on an elbow.

Taking a deep breath as she rid herself of her mental turmoil brought on by the phrase ‘make love,’ she released her lips, and attempted to burrow into his neck again to avoid the question. Brian caught her in her quest for avoidance, and sat up to get out of her reach, his fingertips sliding gently over her cheek to coax her eyes open.

“Seriously,” he chuckled nervously, “you’d think nobody’s ever made slow, passionate love to you.”

Aiyana flinched at his choice of words as they stung like a slap to the face, and sat up, drawing her knees to her chest and wrapping her arms around them before meeting his worried gaze. The sheer amount of concern written on his features for her made her heart melt in it’s icy cavern she called a chest.

“Brian, please, I can’t handle that phrase. That’s what Rayne’s dad called it. I’ve gotten past a lot of things, but that phrase I just can’t seem to escape. It scares the shit out of me, and spikes my anxiety,” she said quietly, her eyes darting away from his face as if she was scared to watch his reaction.

Comprehension laid waste to his features, leaving them slack as he felt his chest tighten at her pain. A pain that he had caused with a phrase that he thought every woman loved to hear. He pulled her into his body, wrapping his arms around her tightly to comfort her as best he could while his mind began to work double time.

Had he really never said that to her before? No, he couldn’t remember ever saying it. Had they never made love rather than just fuck? Well, they had sex many different ways, but the slow, sensual way of having sex that most people considered making love she had always turned into something slightly harder, or slightly too fast to be considered true making love.
The reality of the predicament struck him like a semi truck. Was he an idiot for missing this over the last year that they'd been together?

“Aiya, I had no idea, I’m so sorry. I won’t say it any more. I didn’t realize we’d never really done that before, in all honesty,” he told her, guilt ringing in his voice.

“Brian, I never let us. I’ve done a really good job of keeping things from being too slow for my comfort, or too light for my mental state. It’s nothing you did. I could never blame you for wanting to show me that you love me that way,” she said in quiet response.

Her words assuaged his guilt, and he knew that he’d have to try to lighten the mood, so he did it the only way that he knew how.

“So, I’m off the hook forever? You mean I can fuck you three ways to Sunday and never have to go through all the touchy feely crap? Scoooooore,” he sing songed in her ear.

She laughed softly and raised her head to meet his gaze, his eyes still showing his worry and concern for her despite his jokes and upbeat tone.

“I know men crave it from time to time, and I’m sorry I can’t deliver that,” she told him with sorrow in her voice at the fact that she’d never be able to give him what every human soul craved from time to time.

Brian shook his head and kissed her softly before responding sincerely, “Aiya, my love, any time I have sex with you it’s ma…. doing that because I love you. So we express it differently. Who gives a shit? It’s phenomenal every time I’m with you, baby.”

He kissed her softly and held her close as he felt her sigh in relief to his admission. After holding her a moment, he heard her voice ring out with light laughter from where her head lay under his own.

“Sorry I ruined the mood. How about popcorn and a movie since neither of us are tired yet?”

Brian chuckled and kissed the top of her head before letting her go and climbing out of bed. Picking up his boxers, he slid them on while she pulled on her underwear and a t-shirt. Linking their fingers, he lead her back down to the living room for a late night movie and cuddle fest on the couch.

Notes

Sex isn't always rainbows, hearts, and unicorn farts.

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