Chapter 8
Brodie
She didn’t have to ask Brodie twice. Never, in his life had he been so singularly fixated on something.
The disappointment he’d felt when he’d realised he had no protection had been fucking embarrassing.
As had the elation when she’d said she had a condom.
One solitary condom. He couldn’t care less why she had it, he wasn’t one to judge.
He was just ecstatic and so was his dick.
He had to tighten his jaw against the need to thrust in hard and deep straight away. He took it slow, breaching her folds with the head of his dick and then pressing slowly in, trying his best to ignore the hitch in her breathing and how her eyes widened as her body adjusted around him.
Damn. She was tight. Brodie’s eyes almost rolled to the back of his head at how fucking exquisitely torturous it was to go slowly. But then he was buried in her. To the hilt. They were both breathing harshly. Skin dewey with perspiration.
He slowly started to pull back out and then push in again. A slow dance. His movements got easier. She looped an arm around his neck and it brought her breasts flush to his chest.
Brodie put an arm around her, holding her to him as he thrusted in and out, making the pressure build from his balls to the base of his spine.
She was raking the top of his back with her nails now, her other hand on his arm, gripping his biceps. Her mouth was on his shoulder in an open kiss, then sucking and biting at him. He tipped up her chin, found her mouth and kissed her, and drove them higher and higher.
She shifted against him and he stopped momentarily, looked down. ‘OK?’
‘I need you deeper and your hand on me.’
Brodie liked that she was so explicit. He pulled out and lifted her off the cabinet. He turned her around so that her back was to his front and he pressed her forward and pulled her dress up, exposing her backside to him. He entered her again and she leant forward, spreading her arms out.
He was losing it, he was hitting so deep inside her now that he was afraid he’d never find his way back – and shelved that little weird thought.
He massaged her breast, trapping a nipple between two fingers and squeezing, and found her clit with his other hand, pinching it lightly, so close to where they were joined, and that’s when he felt her go still.
She tightened around him for one exquisite infinitesimal moment before her orgasm hit and Brodie came just behind her in a blinding rush of ecstasy that seemed to go on for ever and ever.