CHAPTER 15

I remained motionless, refraining from breaking the silence. He closed the distance between us, coming to stand beside me. I observed his gaze as he intently absorbed the piece I had created. Captivated by the painting, he smiled before saying, "You clearly recall the scene of our first meeting." My eyes remained fixed on his face; my heart fluttered as he chuckled sotto voce. "But you still haven't recalled why I told you that you kissed me."

“It's still a puzzle to me, Bryle… I really can't remember that I kissed you when I slipped at the mall.” My eyes rolled on their own as the scene played again in my head. Defeated by the thought, I returned my eyes to the painting, “Is it pretty?”

“Hmm, all of your works are remarkable…” he replied as I felt him move a little closer, “But you are the most remarkable one.”

“I already heard that from the other guys.” I rebutted and sneered.

“Were those guys more important than me?” I winced at what he said. Does it even matter whether they are or not? Was there any difference? “Because if they do, I should be triggered, right?”

“If you don't have anything better to say, you may leave. You see, I am busy painting right now. I need to create a new collection for this year, so far I have only finished this one. So could you please not insult me now?” He seemed to be amused by my antics. I let my eyes roll again, unimpressed by his reaction.

“I couldn't stop myself from teasing you, Eli.” I swallowed as I heard him whisper, almost luring me to him. I felt his soft touch grazing from my shoulder down to my arm, then his lips trailing from my other shoulder up to my neck. A sudden jolt hit me, and involuntarily I bit my lips. From the sensation building up in my body, a moan escaped from me.

“W-what do y-you want from me…now? C-couldn't it be…w-wait until t-tomorrow?” I still tried to make out the words to ask him.

“Brianna is already here, right? Why are you still not in my room?” At that moment, I suddenly remembered our agreement on why we should live together in the same house.

“Later… Can't I?” I awkwardly asked, but his movements appeared as if he wanted to do something else.

“If later… Then I couldn't wait…” His face was inches from mine, so that I could smell his scent, mixed with alcohol. I tried to slip from his arms but he pulled me back in, holding my neck. He pressed his lips onto mine which made me stunned, and for a brief second, I responded to his kisses.

As we were deep in making out, he continued brushing his hands softly against my shoulder down to my hands. He broke off our kisses for a moment and glanced at the materials beside the easel. “You painted this today?” He breathed the words as he reached for the unused paintbrush, “Such incredible hands…” he huskily added. I swallowed deeply once he grasped the paintbrush and he began to gently brush my neck to my shoulders, arms, down to my palm. He acted like he was painting, and my body was his canvas.

My breathing grew rapidly with every touch of the paintbrush against my skin. I never knew that every stroke of it has a sensational effect on me. Is this still normal? Or is the reason that Bryle is the one doing this to me, that's why I'm reacting differently? I don't know…

“Don't move,” he lowly whispered, leaning into my ear. I can't even respond either. I just let him do whatever he wanted to do. His brush now lingering on my collarbone, making its way down to my chest. He closed the gap between our bodies, lowered his head so his eyes would level with mine. Dumbfoundedly, I fell into his gaze and my throat got tight. I was flustered about what he was doing, and at the same time, I felt the excitement from Bryle’s unusual teasing.

He unbuttoned my clothes, and because it looked like a dress on me, no clothing was left on my body. Only my panties were left, and my nakedness was flaunted before him. I felt my cheeks burning up, awkwardly standing as his eyes strolled over every part of my body. He continued to use his brush and flicked it against my nipples, which made me bite my lips while we intently focused on each other's eyes.

I felt hornier at his theatrics…

"Eli, spread your legs." He ordered. I swallowed and yielded to his command. He watched me as I parted my legs slowly, he knelt in front of me so he could face my femininity. He locked eyes with me before he turned his attention to what was laid in front of him. He brought his brush against my center, and even if it was not directly on my skin as my panties are still on, I could still feel the soft touches of the bristles. The thin cloth was starting to get damp, my ragged breaths filled the room, and I bet there would be blood on my lips as I kept biting them, refraining from moaning loudly.

Bryle couldn't control his desires anymore, he put down the brush and swiftly planted his face on my wetness. He took a sharp inhale on my center, with panties still on.

"Ugh... Shit... Bryle… C-can we… Do this on the bed?” I whimpered against his movements. Drank with my dampness, Bryle seemed not to hear me. He slid aside the obstruction from his face and briskly ate my pussy, I couldn't hold my moans anymore. I felt more sensually turned on, Bryle appeared to be longing with my bead as he hungrily ate it. He raised my legs as well, parted them wider which opened my slit even more.

I moaned relentlessly. I was glued to my seat, so I didn't know what to do. My legs were up and it was more difficult to move. I can't touch Bryle's hair either, I could only hold the edge of my chair, resisting the pleasure I'm having so I won't fall from my seat.

“Show your tongue,” he said. I instinctively followed him, and his mouth occupied mine before I could even blink. He got aggressive and there I realized he already freed his hardened cock. And because he was still holding my legs apart, he swiftly inserted his manhood in me.

"Ugh!" I shrieked when he quickly put it in. He started drilling inside me and my moans grew louder and louder.

"You like it, hmm?" He asked. His thrust became intense and increased in pace. Only rapid moans came out of my mouth as my answer to him.

He lifted me from my seat with his dick still buried in me, and we exchanged our positions; he was sitting on the chair, and I was straddling him. He started fucking me roughly while sucking my tit, my moans didn't stop, but it got louder. My hands were tugging at his hair, and I was pleased by our deeds.

"Fuck, you're so tight wife..." he grunted in between our heavy breaths. He thrusted faster and made me hug him tight.

It felt like he was ruining my pussy. But this was the only pain that I could get used to…

He carried me again and walked towards the door, it got me nervous, thinking that he would go outside while we were having sex. But I was wrong, he pinned me against the wall, and he resumed with continuous, quickening thrusts until we both reached our climax.

He smiled while catching our breaths, then he kissed my forehead, “Sorry, I got too aggressive. I just really missed you.” I shook my head at what he said, but still flicked him a smile.

“So, this is your definition of talk? It's scary to talk to you.” I teased him, and we both laughed. Yeah, right. I should get used to Bryle being like this to me. I just hope that his feelings were genuine with my presence and not only with lust when he misses me…

"Wow… your room is great,” I commented when I entered his room. I didn't expect his room to be huge. Well, it was my first time being in his room when I started sleeping in his house.

“Your stuff will still be in your room, but you'll be sleeping here until Brianna leaves the house.” He sounded shy. It was a new reaction from him so I grinned when I saw his face turn red. Wait, what? Why is he acting like that? It's not even new to him that we've been together.

He walked towards his bed and my eyes just followed him. He lay down and glanced back at me, “Come here…”

Bryle hugged me once I lay beside him, he gently kissed me on my neck and said, “Good night, wife.”

“Hmm. Good night, Bryle–”

“Call me ‘hubby'.” He demanded. I smirked while shaking my head. Do we really need endearments? I saw him waiting for me to say it with eyes glistening locked onto mine. I sighed deeply

"Good night... Hubby"

"There, I feel like I want round 2, you just made my heart race tonight," he teased, and with that, he kissed me passionately and shifted his weight on top of me.

Yeah, right. Sex every night would be our habit from now on? Yeah?