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I need her naked now so that I can consume every inch of the woman I can't stop thinking about.
I want to hear her whimper out my name every time I drive into her, bottoming out in her tight pussy until she comes and her body pulsates over me, gripping me and bringing me to my own release.
"One last time… before you leave and head back to Seattle," I say, staring down at her swollen lips that I caused with my own.
"One last time," she agrees.
Having her one more time isn't enough—it will never be enough, but I have to stop this addiction at some point before it shatters my world like it will the day she leaves.
I slide my fingers over the hem of her shirt, asking silently for consent. Brynn nods against my mouth.
I want to strip her naked of everything so that I can see what she's thinking and feeling, but I'll have to settle for her clothes only. She's going back to Daniel, and she hasn't given me any inkling to think she's open to an alternate ending, not that I could give her what she wants even if she told me that I have a chance.
I discard her shirt and then sports bra and once she's bare for me from the waist band up, I slide my hands up her sides, my thumbs glazing over her rib cage until my hands come forward, cupping her supple breasts carefully. I'm in no rush with her this time. Instead, I want to savor and memorize every touch, every taste, and every sound she makes.
Just before I begin to ease her into my touch, she slides off my lap.
I make a disappointed groan and she chuckles in response.
"Don't worry, I'm coming back. I thought you might like these off," she says, gesturing to her shorts.
"Am I that transparent?" I ask.
"Maybe a little."
I take her lead and pull off my shirt and slide down my boardshorts quickly until every article of clothing I was wearing is now on the floor below me.
My cock stands at attention as I sit there, fully naked, waiting for Brynn to do the same.
She glances down at the erection she caused, her tongue slipping out quickly to lick her bottom lip.
Jesus Christ, this woman is going to end me.
I watch her stand in front of me, topless as if she wants to tease me, standing just out of my reach. Not that one quick move on my part wouldn't have her back on my lap in half a second or less if I wanted to. Years of hockey drills make me faster than most. But I like this part of Brynn. I like it when she feels so confident and sexy that she can stand in front of me, hinting at a possible strip tease.
My gaze roams over every inch and curve of her body, from her full breasts and peach-colored nipples all the way down to her tiny belly button that has a small scar where I presume a belly button piercing used to be. From the look of it, it healed up years ago. But something about that piercing tells a story of the girl Brynn used to be… or the girl she thinks she used to be.
Confident.
Adventurous.
Sexy as hell.
The girl that she thinks the list is supposed to turn her back into, I presume.
Why can't she see that she's still that person? I know that she is because she lets me see that side of her ever so often.
But the woman she is now, is all the best parts of who she used to be, and who she's becoming. I'd tell her, but I know she won't believe me.
Brynn makes a show of it—unbuttoning her shorts slowly, her eyes locked on mine. She wants me to watch and I don't plan on looking at anything but her. She unzips them next and bites down on her lower lip. Finally, she wiggles them off her ass, her tits bouncing with the movement and then pushes them down to her ankles, along with her panties.
"Fuck," I mutter to myself.
I can't tell if her cheeks turn pink at my reaction or if they're a little sun-kissed from our time out at sea.
The two other times I've seen her naked, it's been in the dark. She's gorgeous in any lighting, but seeing Brynn completely naked in the light of day with the ocean and the horizon at her back is by far my favorite.
How does a man walk away from this? How could Daniel think that there's anything out there better than her?
