26. Watched

"Hey,"

It was just after five when he knocked on my door. Benji and Jacqueline didn't come by that day, and Gemma was doing overtime at work. His timing couldn't be better as I was feeling lonely after I got back from the gallery.

"Hmm...I've missed you," I wrapped my hands to the back of his neck and pulled him inside my apartment.

The playful little kisses turn hot in seconds, we haven't done much intimate stuff since we get back together. His arm was still hurt and I was still taking everything slow.

But looking at him made me realize how much I've missed him. I was feeling his kisses, returning the same vigor towards him, moaning his name, and shamelessly pressed my body flat to his and directed him towards my bedroom. My new bedroom without any of his drawings, not even his books. The thought of that made my chest heave which he mistakenly thought for being horny.

Meh...

"God, you're so sexy, baby." His healthy hand slipped under my blouse and took off my top. My pants followed when his fingers easily unbuttoned and let it fall easily to the floor.

Fuck I'm doing this, I'm so fucking wet.
I need to do this, I've missed him.

He sat on the edge of the bed and held out his hand for me. I didn't even notice when he took off his clothes, but he was sitting in his boxer briefs. I can clearly see his manly figure while I was walking closer to his front.

Does he lift weights with his books?

I never think authors keep their bodies in check. But I wasn't complaining seeing his lean well train figure. I stopped, standing between his parted legs. His hand caressed my rose and bees tats on my upper thigh, and I was feeling goosebumps all over my back.

"This is beautiful," his deep voice faded as he planted a kiss on the rose.

His fingers hooked my flimsy lace panties and pull them slowly, my hands were on his shoulder, I was looking down at him totally not knowing how to continue and let him take the lead.

It has been too long, I feel like a virgin all over again and was preparing myself mentally for him. I didn't want to be embarrassed. But his gentleness was making me bite my lip from the anticipation alone. It feels like forever, but I was finally naked, with my wetness inches from his sexy lips.

Oh my God...

Brice was looking at me sexily, licking his lips as if he can't wait to have me. Then he set his glasses to the side table and put his kisses on my thighs, his hands were to the back of my legs holding me in place while making sexy grunts and finally moaning when he was licking me deeper.

Oh fuck, how can it feel so good?
I shouldn't be this turned on right?
My fucking fuck...fuck...fuckkk!

Bursting when he was still under me was not the plan, my hands were still holding his shoulder when he groan louder and flip me roughly onto the bed.

"I missed you, so much." He growled huskily and parted my legs wider only to grip my legs tighter and have me deeper and licked my arousal away.

"Brice!"

"Yes, baby?" he tugged his lips sexily and trail upwards to latched his kiss on my nipples, licking, tugging, sucking, and repeating. I was arching my back, moaning louder, whispering his name, whimpering under him until I beg for him to be inside me.

"It's going to be a bit hard with this," he showed his braced shoulder. "...you will have to be on top, and I can't wait to feel as you set the pace." His eyes drilled into mine, his voice dripped with lust when he stepped down and took off his boxers briefs.

I was about to open my mouth when he pulled me down to straddle him. His body nestled to the headboard and legs parted. My wetness was to his crotch while his hands were back to my ass.

Oh...oh God...

His hands guided me, I was moving closer until his condom-covered dick was slipping inside me. I know I was wet but I still didn't expect it'll feel so snug and tight that I was afraid for a second I might sound like a banshee. The friction was killing me, I was letting out porn star-rated sounds. His dick was stretching me making me feel like a virgin all over again.

I relaxed when he didn't freak out and didn't push me away, instead, his tongue pleasured me softly when he claimed my mouth deeper, kissing me harder and moaning as his hand grabbed my waist and pushed me down making me grab him, hold on to his body tighter, hoping I didn't crush his still injured shoulder.

Damn...
My God...

"Brice..."

"I know, it's been too long, feel so good. Ella, baby, move your hips slowly, fuck... like that," he was groaning on the crook of my neck, his braced arm scratched roughly to my side, reminding me that he was still hurt. But I didn't expect him to hold me and thrust his hips from under me, the sensation was making me see stars and nothing reflect his wound when he kept his thrust hard and deep, filling me in all the right places.

"I'm close, Ella, baby, are you?"

"Yes, yes..." I was riding him harder, picking up my rhythm that I don't know I possessed. But his moans, his grunts, and his stronghold on my waist were taking me closer to my climax.

And a couple of thrusts later I slumped to his body, clenching his dick tighter while his hands gripping me harder and we both climax simultaneously. He didn't let go of his hold on me and I melt back into his kisses while he pumped inside as we both were coming down from our high.

"I love you, Ella."

"I love you too."

Brice kissed my tear away, the happy tear that I didn't know I shed. Then we were back to kissing not wanting to let the moment go until he rest me on my back and he discarded the condom then helped me with a damp towel.

"I was going to ask you out for dinner, but I'm not regretting this at all." He chuckled and kiss my forehead as we lay naked to each other.

"Let's dine-in? order some food instead?"

"If you want to, I just want to go out with you, I guess. This couple of months, I was a mess, I think I just need to be with you, you know?"

My honey bun bun was resting on his healthy hand and propping his head on it. I can't stop looking at his handsome feature and how delicate he's treating me. The man chuckled when I was pushing him back for a lazy kiss.

My thoughts were taking me to earlier this afternoon and I shuddered when I remembered the feeling that I was being watched. I didn't want him to know, maybe it was a random incident, maybe someone was mistaking me for their friend and walk away when I was not the person. But he must've seen the change in my demeanor when he pushes me for answers.

"Ella? what is it? don't you want to go on a date with me?"

"No it's not that, it's nothing. I'm just exhausted. I was at the gallery today, Trisha and Devon just made me tired." I smiled as I try to forget about this afternoon.

"You just got out of the hospital, you shouldn't be worrying about work just yet."

"It's okay, they scheduled my works for next week and they just wanted me to settle some arrangements and sign invoices for my sold paintings... boring tax stuff, no heavy lifting involved."

"If you say so," Brice caresses my arm then kisses the top of my head before he rolled out of bed and put on his boxer briefs, then his pants, and took out his phone. "I'll order dinner, pizza, or steaks?"

"Lasagna," I answered while putting my clothes back on and sitting back on the bed, thinking I don't have a sofa to lounge in with my honey bun bun.

"Baby, stop thinking so hard," he straightens the lines between my brows while smiling at me.

"Sofa, I don't have a sofa." I blurted out making him laugh.

"I don't mind lounging in your bed, easy access and all. Wait, unless you like doing it on the sofa?" his eyebrow raised then smiled wickedly making me laugh.

"There, you're beautiful with a smile on your face." He planted a quick kiss before calling the restaurant while his eyes roamed my body as I started getting dressed.

Focus, Ella.
Brice is here.
You're not being watched.
You're fine.