“I still can’t believe the turnout they had today. That was amazing. The charity president said this was the best turnout he’s had in years.” Autumn beams, walking in front of me through the master bedroom.
She heads for the bathroom and I walk into the master closet. I’m ready to get out of the slacks and button-up I decided to wear for the pictures with fans. It was a great turnout and it has me wondering how I can do more for the organization.
“Want to change out of these clothes and watch a movie? It’s only just after eight p.m.,” I ask.
“That sounds fun,” she says, still in the bathroom.
She walks out quickly and finds me in the closet and backs up to me with her hair pulled over the side of her shoulder.
“Can you unzip me, please?”
“Absolutely,” I tell her, remembering when she asked me to zip it up for her earlier. My fingers graze over the back of her neck, the sweet smell of her coconut shampoo and hair spray wafting across my nose. I love the smell of her. She doesn’t know it, but I stole her pillow and changed it out for an identical one, packing the pillow she’s been sleeping with into my luggage for my trip tomorrow. I’ll sleep like a baby in the hotel with the smell of her on my pillow.
I remember Isaac’s warning that this is temporary. But how the hell am I supposed to honor ‘temporary’ when she fucking looks like this?
I haven’t considered the idea of permanent in a long time. Every relationship since my girlfriend in college has been temporary, and I’ve preferred it that way. Now, temporary has my heart racing at its inevitable ending.
I pull the zipper of her dress down, slower than necessary, but I like her this close, and I want to keep her like this as long as I can before our time runs out, which now that we have a real lead on the blackmailer… could be sooner than later.
Isaac left this morning, and with the spare bedroom open again, I have no reason to get to sleep next to her tonight. Different bedrooms are how we started this cohabitation, and it only changed because Isaac was here. Does it mean I have to go back now that he’s gone?
The zipper finally ends at the bottom of her floor-length, body-hugging, floral dress she wore today.
She looked incredible at the fundraiser, but now with her back bare for me and the white silk panties enticing me to run my fingers over them to feel if they are anywhere near as soft as her skin, I’m positive I’ve never seen anything as beautiful as Autumn.
I bite back a guttural groan at the increasing pressure of my growing erection.
“Thank you,” she says, grabbing her pajamas and then heading back for the bathroom off her side of the closet shelving. “I’m going to use the bathroom and brush my teeth. Then I’ll be ready for the movie.”
I unbutton my shirt and then hang it up. Next comes my slacks as I pull them down my muscular thighs. Slacks aren’t the easiest thing to wear with large legs and a narrow waist. Everything I buy has to be tailored, and since we wear slacks and button-down shirts for post-game media, I have to wear them more often than I’d like.
I pull on a pair of sweats and a T-shirt to wear while we watch the movie.
When I turn around to walk out of the closet, I’m not expecting Autumn to be staring back at me in her tiny pajama shorts and thin silk top that leaves very little to the imagination…. just how I like it.
Was she checking out my ass?
I smile, and she looks up at me, her cheeks warming in that cute light shade of pink that’s hard to see in this dim closest lighting, but I know it’s there.
“Ready for the movie?” I ask.
‘Yep.’ She nods, playing with the hem of her super short silk shorts.
‘What do you want to watch?’ I ask, taking off my watch and laying it on the closet shelving on my side of the closet.
“Anything that won’t mean you’re offended if I fall asleep before it’s over.”
“Fair enough. It’s been a long day,” I agree.
We walk out of the bedroom and down the hall towards the living room.
She flops down on the couch while I grab the remote off the coffee table.
“My feet are killing me,” Autumn says, her left foot in her hand as she rubs the arch.
“You wore four-inch heels and didn’t sit down once during the hours we were at the fundraiser. And how many times did you climb the stairs to run around and get things for the charity staff?”
“I was happy to help, and there were a ton of people to meet. I met a couple of people who have connections to some hot companies that might be interested in having you endorse some athletic products. It was a great networking opportunity.”
“Are you my agent now?” I smirk, walking over to the couch and plopping down next to her feet, lying on the sofa, and she analyzes them.
I find a movie that I think we could go either way on watching or not. Truth is, I’m beat too, and I have to get up at the ass crack of dawn to leave town on the team bus.
“No, but you need all the help you can get.” She gives me a challenging look as if there’s no way I can object to the truth.
“Ouch,” I say in response. “Here, give me that foot,” I say, reaching over and taking her delicate right foot into my hand and pulling it to rest on my thigh.
“You want to give me a foot massage?” she asks, her nose scrunching a little.
“Sure. You deserve it. You spent the whole day taking care of other people when you didn’t have to be there. You came because I asked you.”
She readjusts her seated position and tries to relax. “Okay, if you’re offering. Thank you.”
I turn a little sideways on the sofa and start to slowly rotate my thumb on the balls of her feet. She watches my hands as they work.
“How’s that?”
“Good. Really good,” she says.
I move my thumb to the spot between the middle of the pad of her feet and press firmly. Her eyes roll to the back of her head, and she lets out a moan that has blood rushing to my cock again.
“Oh…” she says.
She moans again and then tosses back her head and hums an approval. If she keeps up with that, she’ll be getting a hell of a lot more than a foot massage.
“Harder…” she whispers.
Fuck me.
This woman is hot when she’s getting a massage. Note to self: give Autumn as many foot massages as she wants.
“How about this?” I ask for more instruction.
I want to know how to make it good for her.
Her head comes forward now, and her chin almost rests against her chest as she’s reclined back, her eyes still closed as she enjoys my fingers.
“How about your calf?” I ask.
“Yes, please,” she says, and I start to work my fingers up her leg.
I massage, and the moans get more frequent, so I inch higher, not realizing it.
I look down a few moments later to find my hands halfway up her thigh. She looks down, too, and then looks back up at me, our eyes locking.
I continue to inch up, our eyes not flinching away from each other. Not even to blink.
She’s still leaning back against the armrest, her eyes now on my hands. She’s watching… waiting. My hands slowly make it to the top of her thigh.
“How much farther are you going to let me go?” I ask her.
“How much further do you want to go?”
“If it was up to me, I wouldn’t stop until I was three fingers deep inside you.”
She lets out a labored breath.
“Would you like that, Autumn?”
She nods. “Yes.”
I sit up and kneel on the couch, giving me a better position by hovering over her. I reach down and adjust my ever-growing hard-on, and she watches, her tongue darting out to wet her perfect lips.
My fingers finally graze her pajama bottoms, and I push past them until my fingers find the wetness of her panties.
Her eyes roll back again at the small touch from the pads of my fingers. A small moan escapes her lips again when my index finger pushes her panties out of the way, and I run my finger up the full length of her from bottom to top.
Goddamn, I want to take all of her.
I look into her eyes as they open slowly, and she looks into mine.
My index finger runs again along her clit, preparing her for my touch before I sink my index finger completely inside.
“Open wide for me, Autumn. I want to watch my fingers disappear inside of you.”
She gives a small gasp as my finger slips inside her soaking center.
“Open wider if you want more,” I instruct, watching as her knees fall further apart, and I have a perfect view of my fingers disappearing inside something that feels so much like mine. Like every inch of her belongs to me. It’s a feeling I’m struggling to fight. “That’s it, good girl,” I praise because Autumn Daughtry deserves to be praised… she deserves to be worshipped, and I’ll be damned if I let our short time pass without me showing her what she deserves in the bedroom.
Complete and utter adoration, because any man who holds Autumn and doesn’t fall to his knees has no fucking clue what he has in his hands.
“Since you did what I asked, I’ll give you another one. Would you like that?” I ask her.
She nods and swallows hard.
I sink another finger inside of her, bottoming out to the knuckles slowly as I massage the insides of her.
Her sounds become louder and more desperate.
“Briggs… oh God.” Her eyes are fluttering closed again.
“One more? You want another one?”
She nods as she squirms in my hands.
I stretch her tight velvet smooth channel with my third finger and begin to rub the spot I know she needs, wishing it was my cock inside her but happy to at least be touching her. If she lets me, this will only be the start of everything I plan to do to her tonight.
I won’t let another minute with her be wasted. I won’t allow another second to go by where she has to wonder what I want… who I want.
It’s her. Maybe it always has been.
“You’re fucking gorgeous laid out for me,’ I tell her.
I can feel her body tightening around my fingers at my words. Her soft breathy whimpers are giving her away. She’s not far from coming on my fingers and I want it too.
‘Pull up your shirt, Autumn. Let me see all of you,’ I demand, knowing she’s not wearing a bra under that silk pajama shirt.
I can see her hardening nipples. I’m convinced she’s been purposely going braless in her pajama shirts since we moved in together.
She does what I ask and her fingers pull up on the hem of her shirt, pulling it up over her bare breasts and exposing my own personal paradise. She pulls her shirt off and over her head, then her eyelids flutter open, staring back up at me.
‘That’s what I want, Autumn. You… all of you.’
She reaches down and grips my wrist that’s between her thighs, anchoring me to her, and then begins to rock hard against my hand.
‘Are you going to let me fuck you tonight?’ I ask, ready to bend over her and suck down on her perfect rose-colored nub if she agrees.
She nods. ‘Yes… please.’
I lick my lips and then bend down, my free hand supporting my weight so that I can hover over her. I blow softly over her nipple at first. I watch as her nipple tightens even more and then I flick my tongue over it.
Autumn moans and arches into me. I’m teasing her and she loves it, just as much as I love doing it.
More of her arousal coats my fingers and they work in and out of her.
‘Your mouth…’ she gasps out. ‘I need it,’ she begs.
I grin to myself and then press my lips around her perfect nipple and suck down on her. She whimpers and then rocks against me faster like she’s chasing her climax and that’s when it hits. Her muscles grip me like a vice as her orgasm swirls through her. Her breathing labors and she moans out my name.
Fuck, I’ve never heard my name sound like that, and now I don’t want anyone to say it unless it’s her. No one will ever do it justice again.
She’s holding on to me as if to keep herself from falling.
“I got you,” I tell her. “Let it roll.”
After a few more moments, those stunning hazel eyes open again.
“I think you’re trying to ruin me for anyone else,” she teases.
“You’re damn right I am,” I say matter-of-factly.
She looks up at me to gauge if I’m joking, but it only takes her a second to realize that I’m not.
Not even a little.
“Are you ready for bed?”
She looks over at the TV, noticing that neither of us has bothered to watch a second of it.
“Yes.”
“Good. Me too.”
That night, I spent the rest of the evening inside Autumn, giving her two more orgasms, and one for myself, until we passed out at some time well after midnight.
