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Re: The Die is Cast 22/?

[(Anonymous)]

All I could manage was, "Oh." I was crying again. Bryn smiled sadly at me and I reached out to cup his face with my hand. I couldn't even attempt to articulate what was going through my mind so I pulled myself in for another desperate kiss, one that I trusted showed my hopes and fears. As the intensity of our kiss grew I became bolder, running my hands against his chest and back. When we broke for air there was wonder in both our eyes. I smiled uncertainly at Brynjolf, scared to take the next step. I took a breath, it's Brynjolf, and pulled my shirt over my head, completely baring myself to his gaze. My cheeks flushed as Brynjolf stared at me, eyes flickering to the faint bruises under my skin. Then he pulled off his shirt to match, allowing me to appreciate his lean but muscular physique. He looked beautiful. Then he pulled off his trousers, exposing his throbbing erection. I held back the panic as he exposed himself but I'd be damned if I backed out now. You're safe. It's Bryn. You can do this. I lay back down on the bed on my back, guiding him to lean over me. He kissed my mouth again, before sliding a trail of kisses to my jaw and along my jaw to my earlobe. He suckled on that sensitive spot, making me catch my breath, before tracing a line down my neck. When he encountered the bite mark that had been left by Mercer, he paused, showering me with little kisses, before working his way down to the next bruise and repeating the process along my collar bone and then back across. All I could do was lie there and concentrate on breathing, my body was starting to respond to the erotic caresses but my mind wasn't quite there yet. He pulled back briefly to gauge my reactions and I managed to find another tentative smile, he kissed me deeply again and his hands came up slowly to stroke across my shoulders before sliding down to my breasts. He kept up the gentle stroking, spiralling in towards my hardening nipples and I moaned into his mouth as his fingers closed on my tender buds. Immediately I felt a flash of guilt and froze underneath him. Brynjolf pulled back from the kiss, but kept on gently stroking over my flesh, "Are you alright, lass?"
I swallowed and nodded, "Keep going." I would not have this ruined. It's Brynjolf. It's OK.

He bent his head and began kissing my breast, working his way to my nipple, giving me time to relax. I whimpered as he suckled on the tender nub, fingers clutching at the sheets. He repeated the process with my other breast. And then he began working his way down my stomach. He paused to play at my navel, grinning up at me as I began to moan and writhe underneath him. He pulled my legs up over his shoulders and worked his way down my thigh, lips gently brushing over my sex before working his way up the other leg.
His tongue stroked over my slit once, twice, before sliding up to caress my throbbing clit and I bucked my hips at the sensation. The pleasure was winding my body up and I wanted to give into it but l I couldn't let go. Bryn slid first one finger into me and then a second, rocking them in and out, stroking that sensitive bundle of nerves inside me. But my release still would not come and I slammed my fist in frustration against the mattress. No, they would not take this from me.