Hello, I'm Brynlee. Bryn for short. Nice to meet you. Look at that my shoe is untied. Sorry.

He's looking straight at my chest. And it feels so good to know he sees what I want him to see. Teasing... a little bit. "Oh, you noticed." I say with a sly smile, trying to keep calm and act like this happens all the time. Even though it totally doesn't.

I can feel my face starting to heat up as he stares at me, and it only makes things worse. "Well, if I were you...," I manage to say with a laugh, giving him another little show before finally looking back down at the untied shoe. This is way more fun than I thought it would be!

Oh my...I knew this would be fun! I lean over slightly to reach the lace of my shoe and accidentally brush against his knee as I do it. "Sorry," I say with a playful giggle, hoping he's getting as turned on by all this as I am. My heart is racing now, but in the best possible way.

I was expecting him to take the bait and ask me out, but his question takes me by surprise. A good time? I can show him a lot more than that if he wants...I clear my throat, trying to regain my composure. "Well, you know, there's always tonight," I say with a wink, wondering how far this could go.

Of course I want more than just tonight...but you're right, we should enjoy the moment. Maybe we can find out together? I grin at him now, my heart racing faster with anticipation. "So," I say casually, looking away for a moment before glancing back at him, "what do you say, Bryn?"

I can feel the energy between us, electric and intense. He's looking at me like he wants more too, and it makes my heart race faster. I lean in closer, our bodies almost touching as I whisper into his ear, "What would you like to do with me tonight, Bentley?"

The way he moans my name sends shivers down my spine. It's so clear that he wants this just as much as I do. Now all we have to figure out is where our night together will lead us...

My breath hitches at his offer; it's exactly what I wanted to hear. "Really?" I ask, feigning surprise before smiling seductively up at him. "Well then," I breathe, standing slowly and swaying my hips a little as I straighten myself up fully, "lead the way, Bentley." I bite my bottom lip nervously, still pretending like this is all so casual when really every part of me is practically glowing with excitement.

I can't believe this is actually happening! I feel lightheaded with anticipation as he takes my hand in his and leads me out of the store. The warmth of his skin sends shockwaves through my body, making it impossible for me to focus on anything else. But when he stops us at the front door of his apartment, leaning in so close I can feel his breath on my neck, my heart nearly explodes from my chest. "Are you ready?" he whispers. "For whatever happens next," I manage to say with a shaky breath, already certain that whatever it is, I'm going to love every second of it.

I can barely think straight as he guides me further into the apartment, his touch sending shockwaves through my body with every brush of skin on skin. His hands move slowly up my back before threading themselves through my hair, pulling lightly at the roots to force my gaze back up to meet his. "You look so beautiful," he whispers, licking his lips as they curl into a smile.

It feels like every muscle in my body is tensing in anticipation as we stand here like this, locked in a moment that could go in any direction imaginable...and I can't wait to find out which one it chooses.

My heart pounds so hard I'm surprised he can't hear it. "Thank you," I manage to whisper back, trying to seem casual even though every nerve ending in my body is screaming with excitement. His touch feels like electricity running through me, making every part of me tingle and ache for more. I lean into him slightly, wanting to feel his skin against mine, wishing we were already tangled together on the couch or bed.

"Sorry," I mumble, feeling heat creep up my neck and into my cheeks as he pulls away just enough to study my face again. "It's not easy when you're this close..." My voice trails off as I try to keep eye contact despite the growing urge to look away, embarrassed by how obvious it is that I want him.

I nod, unable to speak past the lump in my throat as he leads me further down the hall and into his bedroom. My heart races even faster as I take in the sight of his unmade bed, neatly folded blankets and scattered pillows. It's nothing like my own room at home with its pretty, frilly comforter and fluffy pillows - this is where he actually sleeps. The realization hits me hard, making it impossible for me to hide the ache in my chest anymore as I picture us here together tomorrow morning...if we make it that long.

My heart skips a beat at his words, and my breath catches in my throat as he gently pushes me back onto the bed, kissing me slowly and deeply. I arch into him, wanting more, moaning softly as he explores my mouth with his tongue. This is everything I've ever wanted and so much more; I never thought it could be this perfect.

As our kiss deepens, his hands move lower, cupping my bottom before slipping under the waistband of my skirt and hipsters. He growls into the kiss when he finds that I'm not wearing any panties, grinding against him as he rubs me through my underwear. "God, you feel so good," he murmurs against my lips before pulling away for just a moment to tug my skirt and underwear off in one fluid motion.

I gasp as he throws the garments across the room, leaving me completely exposed to his hungry gaze. He looks at me like I'm the most incredible thing he's ever seen, and it sends a thrill of excitement coursing through my entire body. "Bryn," he whispers again, leaning in close enough that our breath mingles before trailing a soft kiss across my collarbone. I shiver at the touch, arching my back up off the bed to meet his mouth again.

His hands slide lower still, cupping and kneading my breasts through my thin tank top. I cry out into his kiss as pleasure radiates out from where his fingers brush against my nipples. "Fuck," he curses hoarsely before finally pulling away to look at me again, breathing hard. He smiles, a wicked glint in his eye. "Are you ready for this?"

Oh God...I've never been so turned on in my entire life. I can barely think straight as he studies me, waiting for an answer. All I want is to feel him inside me, skin against skin. "Just please," I manage to croak out before taking a shuddering breath, "please be gentle with me...at first." The last word comes out like a whisper.

I feel his lips curve into a satisfied smile as he leans in to kiss me again, slower this time, his tongue teasing at the seam of my mouth before exploring every curve and corner inside. My body trembles beneath him, aching for more contact. "Don't worry, I'll take it easy," he whispers against my lips. "I want you to enjoy this too much to complain."

With one last kiss, he pulls away again and leans back on his elbow, surveying me with a hungry look in his eyes. It takes everything I have not to beg him for more as he slides a hand between my legs, teasing at my entrance before finally - finally! - pushing two fingers inside.

"Oh," is all I can manage as he begins to thrust them slowly, stretching and filling me with every smooth movement. My hips buck up off the bed in response, wanting more of him. "Please," I groan out, arching my back off the mattress again and wrapping my legs around his waist, "please make me feel you." He just smiles down at me as he curls a hand over my breast, rolling my nipple between his fingers in time with each thrust of his other hand.

I gasp and arch my back off the bed as he hits just the right spot inside me, sending waves of pleasure crashing through my body. "Yes," I moan out, unable to keep up with how fast everything's happening. My fingernails dig into his shoulders, drawing little lines in his skin as I try to keep him close, wanting him deeper. "Please, more..."

His smile grows devilish at my pleas before he leans forward, capturing one of my nipples between his teeth and giving it a hard pinch. "You like that?" he asks against my breast before pulling back, revealing a tiny drop of blood welling up at the tip. He grins at me, wicked and in control as he circles the wetness with his tongue. I cry out, arching my back again as pleasure explodes through me.

"You're so beautiful," he whispers before thrusting harder, deeper, giving me exactly what I need. His free hand slides lower still, circling and teasing at my clit until I feel the tension coiling tight inside me, threatening to spill over into the most intense orgasm I've ever experienced. "Come for me," he groans out, watching my face intently as his movements become harder, faster, almost brutal.

And just like that, with one final thrust deep inside me, I come undone, shattering in a wave of pure pleasure that washes over me from head to toe. I scream into the pillow as spasm after spasm rocks my body, and only when the last tremor subsides does he finally still, panting heavily above me. His expression is both satisfied and possessive as he looks down at the mess we've made together.

With a sigh, he leans in to kiss me gently

I'm not sure if it's his lips on mine or just the pure release washing over me, but I feel a fresh wave of pleasure ripple through my core. My body goes lax beneath him as I melt into the mattress, boneless and satisfied. He whispers something sweet into my ear, making me shiver with delight before pulling out slowly, his breath hot against my neck. "Wow," he rasps finally, "that was...intense." His voice cracks slightly, betraying any pretenses of casualness now that we're both left spent on the bed.

As I struggle to catch my breath, he rolls to the side, pulling me against his chest and wrapping an arm around me. "Thanks," I manage to say between pants, feeling incredibly content in this moment. It's only now that I allow myself to truly believe it: he wanted this as much as I did, maybe even more. And we just had the hottest night of our lives together. It feels like a dream, but I don't think I ever want to wake up.

I snuggle closer into his chest, feeling the steady beat of his heart beneath my ear. This was definitely not what I expected tonight...but it was perfect. My cheeks flush with a blush at the memories our shared body made just moments ago, and I close my eyes, savoring the warmth spreading through me as he holds me close. It feels so right to be here like this with him, and for once, I'm not going to question it or try to find any hidden meaning. Tonight was simply amazing.

I can't help but drift off to sleep in his arms, the comfort and peace washing over me like a warm summer breeze. It feels like everything just...fell into place tonight, and for once I'm not going to worry about what comes next. Right now, all that matters is this: him and me together, finally getting what we both wanted so badly. It's perfect in its imperfection, and I don't ever want it to end.

I yawn softly against his chest, feeling my eyelids grow heavy with sleep as he gently runs his fingers through my hair, lulling me deeper into slumber. This could last forever...and maybe, just maybe, for tonight, it will.

As I slowly wake up, the sun peeking through the curtains and casting a warm glow across my skin, I stretch languorously, enjoying the feeling of being so completely at ease. Then I remember: last night...with him...it all comes flooding back in an embarrassed rush. My cheeks flush bright red as I turn my head toward where his body was just a moment ago.

To my surprise (and relief), the bed is empty. Groaning, I roll over and bury my face in a pillow, trying to ignore the conflicting mix of disappointment and elation swirling around inside me. Maybe he was only interested in getting off last night...maybe this means nothing at all. I close my eyes tightly, willing myself not to think about it anymore.