Chapter Nineteen
CHAPTER NINETEEN
Our footsteps echoed throughout the apartment once we returned home, and even the sound of that comforted me. I had grown so tired of being alone in my own place. As much as I loved living here, it truly felt like home when he was here too.
I wasn’t the only one making memories within these walls. I wasn’t the only one enjoying and appreciating all that it had to offer. I wasn’t the only one who felt comfortable and at peace here.
It hadn’t even been a minute, and I could already see Robert visibly relaxing as he followed me to the living room. Just having him back here made my heart flutter as I took a seat, my eyes trailing him as he sat down next to me, only inches of space separating us.
It still felt like too much.
“Are you okay?” I asked.
Robert gave me a small smile and took my hand. “I’m just glad to be back here with you. I should’ve just talked to you instead of running off. It was stupid.”
I shook my head. I didn’t want him to feel bad. “We both made mistakes, but we’re here now.”
He rested his hand on my thigh as his eyes roamed over my face, skimming over my lips. “I missed you, Brooke. I didn’t stop thinking about you the whole time I was gone.”
My heart rate picked up as we moved closer to each other until the sides of our legs touched. “I missed you too. I didn’t like sleeping alone.”
Robert lifted my hand and kissed the inside of my wrist, making my breath hitch as my skin tingled under his lips. “Do you want me to share your bed tonight?”
My cheeks went warm. “I want you to share my bed every night. I want to make up with you every morning.”
“I want that too,” he murmured. “I’ll look forward to seeing your smile every morning.” He cupped my face, thumb caressing my jaw. “While I was gone, I realized…I love you, Brooke.”
My heart felt too big for my chest. A warm, gooey sensation I’d never felt before in my entire life overtook me.
“Yeah?” I breathed.
He nodded. “I love being around you. I love your voice. I love your generosity. I love your strength. I’m the luckiest man in the world to be with you.”
I took the back of his neck and captured his lips in a deep kiss. “I love you too,” I murmured against his lips. “Being with you has changed my life. I used to feel…half empty. There was always something missing. But then you came into my life, and you made everything better.”
He kissed me hard, and my eyes fluttered shut as I melted into him, our lips parting and brushing against each other. It was ecstasy just to kiss him again: the taste of his mouth, his soft lips, his stubble scratching against my cheek.
Robert pushed his hand into my hair, keeping me close as his tongue pushed against mine. I moaned, and he swallowed it, his hand on my wrist gliding up my arm.
I leaned backward, letting him lay me down on the couch and hover over me. My hands slid up his dark gray shirt, feeling the muscles of his abdomen tighten.
He pushed my shirt up above my bra and leaned down to kiss the tops of my breasts, the scruff on his jaw rubbing red marks against my sensitive skin. I loved it—the mix of pleasure and subtle pain.
“God, I missed this,” he whispered. “You’re so beautiful. The most beautiful woman in the world.”
He moved his hand under my back and unclasped my bra. I lifted my arms so that he could tug off my shirt and bra, his mouth immediately covering one of my nipples. I dropped my head back, my fingers burying themselves in his hair as he sucked firmly.
“Oh,” I gasped. “Your mouth feels so good.”
He circled my hard nipple with the tip of his tongue, his hips pushing between my thighs to part them. His erection pressed against my center, the friction coaxing a soft moan from me.
“I love it when you make sounds,” he sound, voice low, almost a growl. “Don’t hold them back.”
I couldn’t if I tried. His talented tongue made me feel like I was on fire, the pleasure burning low and deep. I arched my back, pushing my breasts against his face as I gripped his hair.
“I…” I started.
“Yes, angel?” He looked up at me, eyes so dark, they were almost black.
“I want your tongue on my…” I slid a hand down between my thighs. I knew without checking that I was already wet.
“Use your words,” he said.
His encouragement made me braver. He had a filthy mouth. I could talk dirty too.
“I want you to eat me out,” I said, the words spilling out of me. “I want you to lick my pussy. I want you to shove your tongue into my cunt.”
As soon as the words left me, I felt momentarily stunned. I’d never spoken like that before, and part of me instinctively wanted to apologise.
But Robert just groaned, reaching down to touch his sizeable erection through his pants. He reached up to kiss me on the lips. “The pretty lawyer with the filthy mouth,” he murmured, breath hot against my lips. “I’ll give you what you want, angel. I’ll give you anything you want.”
With that, he moved down to get on his knees in front of the couch. He grabbed my hips and pulled them to the edge of the couch cushion, his fingers quickly working open the button and zipper of my jeans. My breathing quickened in anticipation as I lifted my hips, helping him take off my jeans and panties.
I was completely bare, completely exposed, and Robert was looking at it like he was about to come in his pants. A second later, he pushed my thighs apart and buried his face between them. I gasped as his tongue dragged up and down my slit, then rolled over my clit nice and slow. My legs twitched, but he held my thighs still, his fingertips pressing hard against the skin.
Would I have bruises tomorrow morning? Whatever, I didn’t care.
What he was doing with his mouth felt so good. I leaned back on my elbows, my head tilting back as bliss crackled through my entire body. I lifted my hips to grind my pussy against his mouth. I wasn’t even really conscious of doing it, my body just acted on its own accord. He had me so worked up that I ached .
When he slid his tongue inside of me, I almost jumped off the couch. He pulled out, flattened his tongue against my clit, then slid two fingers inside of me. They slid in easily, because I was soaked for him.
He curled them, putting perfect pressure against my G-spot as his tongue flicked against my clit.
“Oh fuck,” I hissed, voice hoarse. “Don’t stop. Please, don’t stop.”
Robert gently sucked on my clit, his fingers moving in and out of me faster and faster.
“So close,” I whimpered as my thighs started to tremble, my body growing tense. When he groaned against me, that pushed me over the edge.
With a gasp, I grabbed his head, fingers curling into his hair as I pulled his mouth flush against my core as I came. I shuddered against him, breathing heavily as the strength left my body.
A minute later, I was a floppy mess, chest rising and falling as I caught my breath. Robert kissed his way up my body, his lips quirking up in a smile. “You’re so fucking sexy when you come.”
“You’re the only one who can make me come like this,” I told him, wrapping my arms around his neck and dragging him into a heated kiss. My tongue slid against his, and I realised I was tasting myself on him.
“Baby?” I said, against his lips.
“Mm?” His voice rumbled against me.
I kissed them corner of his mouth, then his jaw. “Take off your clothes and get on the couch.”
I winked at him, then disappeared into my room to grab a condom. When I returned, he was naked, sitting on the couch with his legs spread. It was hot as fuck, especially with his cock standing at attention, the tip a deep pink.
I kneeled in front of him, and saw a muscle in his jaw tighten.
“Brooke,” he said, voice almost a gasp.
I opened the condom, placed it on the head of the cock, and used my mouth to roll it on. He was heavy and thick in my mouth, and smelled like sweat and skin and pure masculinity.
When I looked up, I saw that one of his hands was digging into the fabric of the couch. I smothered a smile, and stood up, then straddled his lap. Immediately, his hands landed on my hips. His lined his cock up with my entrance, and I sank down on him.
We moaned at the same time. Looking into each other’s eyes, feeling myself take him in inch by inch…it was intense like nothing I’d ever experienced before.
He pushed some hair out of my eyes, and I gripped his shoulders, using him for stability as I started moving on his lap.
Robert dropped his head back, his grip on my waist tightening to an almost bruising degree. It only spurred me on. “Fuck, that’s it.”
His breathy groan sent a jolt of pleasure through me. I loved the noises he made, the words he said.
I picked up the pace, moving faster and dropping down on him deeper and harder. Heat and pressure built up low in my stomach, sparks of pleasure igniting throughout my whole body.
Robert leaned forward and captured one of my nipples in his mouth, sucking firmly before doing the same to the other. He kissed and sucked wherever he could reach, leaving a few marks on my breasts. “You’re mine. All mine.”
“All yours,” I breathed, my body rocking against his. “Make me yours.”
Robert grabbed my ass and thrusted up into me, slamming in hard and deep to knock the breath out of my lungs. He buried his face in my neck, groaning as I clawed at the back of his shoulders. I was probably scratching him, but neither of us cared. The sex was too overwhelming for us to think of anything else.
Every deep thrust pushed me closer and closer to the edge, and I felt my wetness spilling down and coating the inside of my thighs. He kept pounding into me, not letting up until I cried out his name.
I was coming, my inner walls spasming around him. He slammed me down on his cock a final time, groaning into my neck as he spilled inside, filling the condom with hot cum. He breathed heavily, his arms winding around my body as the intense pleasure simmered down into tingly warmth. “I’m so happy I have you back in my arms again.”
I smiled and kept my arms looped around his neck, leaning my tired body against his. I didn’t want to move right now, and it didn’t seem like he was in a hurry to move either. “Me too.”
We cuddled on the couch for a few minutes. When the sweat on our skin started to cool, Robert lay a blanket over us. This was our home. We could lay on the couch naked if we wanted to.
“Thank you for finding me,” Robert murmured. “I should’ve been the one to chase you. I’m so sorry for leaving.”
“Just don’t leave me again, okay?” I said.
“I won’t,” he promised. “I don’t know what I was thinking. Everything felt so hopeless, but now that I’m here with you… this can work. This will work.”He took a deep breath. “I don’t want to live like a freeloader. I want to be worthy of you. Do you remember when I said I was looking for a better job?”
I nodded.
“I got an interview,” he said. “It’s a great company, and they’re interested in me because of my past experience. The role would involve me working on the business side of the company, rather than doing manual labor.”
“Oh my god,” I said, sitting up. “Robert, that’s huge.”
He gave me a shy smile. “If I get it, it would be a big change. I really want it.” He kissed my shoulder. “I wouldn’t have applied for it if I hadn’t met you. But seeing your ambition reminded me of my old dreams.”
“They’d be idiots not to hire you,” I said. “When’s the interview?”
“Next week,” he said.
“We can do practice interviews together,” I said.
He grinned. “Sure. But I might not be able to focus. You’ll ask me about my strengths and weaknesses, and all I’ll think about is how much I want to kiss you.”
I laughed, my cheeks going pink.
“I hope I get the job,” he said. “I want to spoil you. I want to be your equal.” He paused. “It’ll be tough, since paying Emily alimony eats up half of my earnings, but if I work hard enough, I’ll get there.”
I froze. “Wait. You’re paying Emily alimony?”
He nodded.
“And the alimony’s half your earnings?”
He listed the figure, and my jaw almost dropped. “It was all worked out by Emily’s lawyers,” he explained, waving a dismissive hand. “That’s the standard amount for alimony.”
I wasn’t an expert in family law, but that didn’t sound right.
“Don’t worry about it,” Robert said, cupping my face. “I’m going to figure it out. I want to put in the work for you and for myself.”
It was hard to keep thinking about divorce law when he gazed at me like that, like I was a work of art to be admired. I rested my forehead against his, letting him sweep me into a passionate kiss that made the rest of the world fade away.