Joy thought for a moment before nodding. She liked shopping, more so if Bryce was with her.
“I’d like that…” she murmured, her fingers reaching up to trace his lips. “Can you… can you kiss me?”
Joy thought for a moment before nodding. She liked shopping, more so if Bryce was with her.
“I’d like that…” she murmured, her fingers reaching up to trace his lips. “Can you… can you kiss me?”
Bryce smiled and lifted her hand to his lips, kissing it gently. “There. I kissed you,” he teased with a wink. Of course, he knew that wasn’t what she meant, but it was fun to tease her sometimes.
Joy pouted, smacking him on his chest.
“You know what I meant, Bryce,” she pouted, looking up at him. “But now I don’t want it.”
“Aw, are you sure? I would gladly give it if you change your mind,” Bryce said with a playful grin. “C’mon, babe…”
No, you jerk,” Joy grumbled, hiding her face in his chest. “You has your chance but you gave it away!”
Bryce kissed the top of her head and tightened his arms around her. "Well, darn… I'll just have to wait until you're asleep to sneak one, then."
Joy frowned.
“Where’s the fun in that?” she grumbled. “I won’t even be able to kiss you back.”
"You would if I kissed you right now, though," Bryce said with a shrug. "Up to you, though."
Joy raised an eyebrow.
“I told you to kiss me before,” she insisted. “You didn’t listen. You want me to say ‘please’ again?”
Bryce raised an eyebrow right back at her, smirking a little. "Does that mean you've changed your mind? Because you were just saying that I couldn't kiss you now."
Joy turned red, shaking her head.
”No,” she said sharply. “If you want it now, you’re going to get it yourself.”
"Babe… All I need is a 'yes' or a 'no'. I don't want to kiss you if you don't want me to," Bryce said, his expression growing serious.
Joy sighed.
“You know it’s a ‘yes’, Bryce,” she murmured. “There’s never going to be a ‘no’.”
Bryce smiled a little before gently connecting their lips. “Good,” he murmured against her. “I hope there’s never a time when it’s a no.”
Joy wrapped her arms around him tightly, kissing him back, waves of relief crashing through her. His kisses always seemed to make her weak. Thankfully they were on bed—Joy knew she would have collapsed otherwise.
“I love you so much… Thank you for being mine, Joy,” Bryce breathed before pressing harder and deepening the kiss.
Joy pushed herself on Bryce to get comfortable, her fingers making their way into his hair.
“No,” she managed to make out (no pun intended) against his lips. “Thank you for letting me be yours…”
(Lol.)
Bryce made a small sound in his throat as he felt her fingers in his hair. He took her lower lip between his teeth and gently tugged on it, hoping it would prompt a sound from her.
Joy clenched her fingers around his hair, her heart hammering wildly in her chest. A soft groan escaped her lips and she gently parted her lips.
Bryce let out a groan of his own as her hands tightened in his hair. He grabbed her and flipped them so that her back was against the bed and he was above her, not breaking the kiss for more than a second.
Joy let out a squeak of surprise when Bryce flipped her over, kissing her so that she was under him. In response, Joy wrapped her legs around his waist.
“I love you,” she whispered against his lips. ”Bryce…”
"I love you, too, my Joy," Bryce murmured before running his tongue over her lips. Gosh, the things this woman did to him…
Sparks flew throughout Joy’s body the second she felt his tongue on her lips. She parted her mouth, practically begging him to ravage her, to kiss her till the only thing she remembered would be his lips on hers, his name burned in her mind.
Bryce slipped his tongue into her mouth, exploring it as if he had never done so before and never would again. He growled softly and took her lip in between his teeth again, biting down gently enough that it wouldn't hurt her but still roughly. Letting it go, he let himself into her mouth again, pushing against her tongue with his own.
Joy was lost in his kisses—completely and utterly lost. Soft, quiet meals escaped her mouth as he bit down on her, exploring the inside of her mouth as if he’d never done before. She felt his growl, the vibrations of the sound and felt herself getting hotter. Her legs became jelly and she didn’t want to stop. She didn’t want him to stop kissing her roughly—treating her like this.
”Bryce…” she managed out through his heated kiss, her own tongue coming out to meet his.
(Ooookaaaaayyy)
(We can skip to after they're done. Lol. Probably should.
Not it. 😁)
(Definitely should. XD
Awww… where do you want to skip to?)
(Mm… We could do when they're done or… Maybe a couple months later? Joy's started to show, and they can go to an ultrasound?)
(That works! So maybe… a skip of two months? So she’s three months pregnant?)