She unzipped her outfit by the time we made it halfway up the stairs. I left my shirt, shoes, and socks at the top of them. The flimsy black strapless bra pushing up Brynn’s breasts found a place on the catwalk railing, and I stepped out of my jeans in the hallway near the master bedroom. We fell onto the master bed with our mouths together and only our underwear left to remove. I didn’t see anything else anymore. I saw her. “God, you’re so beautiful,” I said, and she laughed against my mouth. I pulled myself away from her body, eager to take in the sight of her. Brynn’s hair fanned out from her face and across the soft bedspread. She chewed on her bottom lip as she watched me, and when I couldn’t take it anymore; I pressed my lips against her throat, then traced a small pathway down her collarbone and the top of her chest. When I tasted her left nipple, she moaned and bucked her hips. “Yes, Tanner, that’s what I want,” she said from a guttural, deep place inside her throat.
