Whispers of a Broken Halo by Abbi Glines

The knot in my stomach was back, and I wondered what else she’d suffered because of her taking the fall for what her sister had done to my Jeep. Fuck, I hated the idea of her being turned away like that. My chest hurt.

“You look like you’re about to be sick,” she said, squeezing my hand. “It’s fine. Trust me, that was not the first time I’d gone through that. When Tory slept with the Baptist minister in the last town we lived in, I had much worse things said about us and to us. They won’t even sell you milk in town after something like that.”

I needed her to stop telling me this shit long enough for me to deal with the fact that she’d been turned away in this town. Because of me. I closed my eyes and muttered a curse.

Her other hand touched my arm. “Let’s talk about something else. Tell me what y’all did today,” she said in a cheerful voice.

I opened my eyes and looked down at her. It hurt that she was so beautiful. I let go of her hand and reached up to cup her face. Her lips parted as I ran my thumb over her bottom lip. I placed my other hand on her hip and pulled her closer to me until our bodies were touching. Her breasts were pressing against my chest, and she was leaning into me, telling me clearly that she wanted to be here.

Lowering my head, I heard her shaky breath just before my mouth touched hers. Her hand gripped my bicep, and she trembled in my arms. When her mouth opened for me, I dived in, tasting her. I’d thought about this for so long, and not one of my fantasies compared to the actual thing. She tasted of honey and sunshine. She was sweet and warm.

She was holding on to me with both her hands now, as if she needed me to hold her up. Her scent, her taste, the way she felt against me—I wasn’t sure I could ever let go of her. I moved the hand I had on her hip down to cup her bottom. I grabbed it with both hands and picked her up. She wrapped her legs around me, and I walked us over the few steps to the sofa to sit down with her. Never once breaking the kiss.

I ran my hands up her thighs, and she gasped. I only pulled back a little, so I could look at her. My right hand was just inside her thigh. Her legs were open as she straddled me. The sundress was pushed all the way up, so I could see the lacy pink panties covering her. I lifted my eyes from that view to look into her eyes. Moving my hand slowly, I watched her.

“I’m just going to touch you there,” I said, my voice thick with arousal.

She nodded slightly, and her mouth fell open, but her eyes never left mine. I ran a finger over the silk and lace.

“It’s damp,” I said.

“Yes,” she whispered.

I slipped a finger under the fabric, and the silky heat made it easy to move inside.

“Oh!” she said, grabbing on to my arms again and arching her back so that her breasts were in my face.

“Pull down your sundress,” I said as I began running my finger along the satin skin, wet with arousal.

She reached behind her and unzipped the dress, then tugged it down until both her big, round tits were bobbing right under my chin.

I moved my finger to push inside her, and she arched again. This time, I captured a nipple in my mouth and sucked hard.

“O-o-oh G-G-God,” she cried out.

I continued lavishing her nipple and enjoying the way her pussy clenched around my finger as she panted in my arms.

“I just meant to kiss you,” I said as I looked at her. “But you taste too sweet. You drive me crazy. I needed to touch you.”

“Yes,” she said as she began to move her hips against my hand.

I licked at her other nipple and bit down gently. She made a small cry, and her hands grabbed my head.

“Yes, pl-pl-please,” she begged. Her stuttering was back. She wasn’t able to concentrate. She was in the moment with me.

I bit down again, and she rocked harder against my hand. My dick was so swollen that I wasn’t sure how much longer my jeans could hold it. With each little pant Bryn made, I throbbed harder. We had just had our first kiss. There was no way I could sink inside her now. With the kid asleep in the other room. It would have to be quiet, and I wanted to hear her scream my name.

“Rio,” she panted out.

I bit her again, harder this time, holding her nipple in my teeth while I looked up at her. She met my eyes, and her mouth fell open as she began to jerk in my arms.

“Oh G-G-God. O-o-oh, oh,” she cried as the orgasm hit her.

Her pussy was squeezing my finger, her juices coating my hand. I wanted to be down there, tasting it. Would she enjoy me biting her clit too? She liked the pain. The harder I had bitten her nipple, the harder she had ridden my hand.

She moaned and then opened her eyes while a smile curled her lips. “Th-th-that was a-amazing,” she said.

Really? That had been amazing? Hell, I could show her better orgasms than that.

But I had already moved too quickly. My fantasies in the shower had pushed me to this. Bryn being all hot and ready hadn’t helped slow me down.

I moved her off my lap in hopes that my erection would calm the fuck down.

Looking at her face, I let out a soft, shaky laugh. “I meant to kiss you. Seems I don’t have much control.”

She smiled, looking pleased with that admission from me. “Me neither.”

I smirked then. “I guess that’s been building for a long time.”

She tilted her head and studied me with a surprised expression. “Really?”