Chapter 24
Brett
Willow is right, I’ve been treating her with kid gloves because she has been through so much. But as I remember the night, it was her sassy, disinterested personality that sucked me in at first. It was her smart-mouthed, take no bullshit from anyone personality that got me hard as a rock. It was the push and pull between us when we made love that made my blood boil in a way I’ve never felt before. I remove my jeans and take off my sweater. I sit on the couch in just my boxers, but then I think better of it and remove my boxers too. My cock stands erect against my stomach as I take a seat on the couch. I spread my arms out to my sides. I stand to turn off the lights, but I turn on a lamp because I need a good look at her in that lingerie.
I take a seat back on the couch as she leaves my room in that sexy as hell getup. My teeth dig into my lower lip and I shake my head. “You’re fucking stunning, Honey.”
She walks over to me slowly, wearing a pair of fuck-me high heels. She is wearing a red-and-black lace bustier with those garter things that attach to some stockings. Her legs look like they go on for miles.
My breathing picks up. “You aren’t so bad yourself,” she replies and she kneels before me.
My cock bobs before she even touches me. I reach out and grab her breast. “Fucking perfect. I can’t wait to ravish your body.”
She licks her lips. “Not before I suck your cock.”
“Is that an ultimatum?” I ask.
“Is it true you haven’t had sex with anyone since me?” she asks.
“I would never lie about something like that.”
“Have you gotten a blow job from someone else? I don’t care, Brett. I just want to know so there aren’t surprises in the media,” she says.
“You were the last person to suck my cock, and you did such a stellar job that I haven’t wanted anyone else.” I chortle.
She takes a deep breath.
“And I told you. I’m laying low right now so I don’t give the media fuel. The only fuel they are getting from me is how happy I am to have you with me.”
“You can’t hide out forever. It isn’t fair to you,” she says, running her nails along my abdomen slowly. She has red-painted fingernails that look sexy as hell.
“I’ll do what it takes until you know I am trustworthy,” I assure her.
“I appreciate that.”
“Why don’t you show me just how much you do? “Suck my cock like you did that night. Like you can’t get enough of me.”
A little whimper escapes her and she moves into me, taking my cock in her fist. She leans forward and licks a circle around the tip, causing a slow torturous groan to escape me.
My hands move down to her head and I run my fingers through her hair as her mouth comes down and closes over my cock. I groan, this woman makes me feral. Her head begins to bob as she takes my shaft down her throat, sometimes hitting the back of her throat.
“You like sucking my cock, Honey?”
Her head bobs.
“Does it make you wet knowing you’re driving me fucking crazy?” I ask as I take her hair and gather it into a ponytail in my hand, so I have a clear view of my cock disappearing into her mouth.
She nods her head.
“Fuck, I’m going to come, Willow. If you don’t want me to come, you better stop,” I warn, still holding her hair.
“Not stopping,” she pants, and then she is back to sucking my cock with an increased pace. Heat furls up my spine and my balls tighten. Willow reaches down and cups my balls and she starts massaging them. “Fuck me.”
I come hard, spraying everything I have into her mouth. She sucks it all down like a champ, whimpering as she does when she comes up for air.
“Willow, your blow jobs are mind-numbing,” I praise.
She wipes at her mouth with the back of her hand.
“You’re just saying that,” she replies.
“I’m really not, Honey.”
She licks her lips like she enjoyed that and it does something to my insides.
“Come here and lay yourself on the couch. Spread those legs for me so I can see those pink pussy lips.”
“Brett,” she pants.
“You like when I talk dirty to you?” I ask.
She nods but she is also blushing.
“You can’t blush now after the way you sucked me off.”
She bites into her lip, but she does as I say.
“Rub your clit, Honey. Just like you did that night,” I remind her.
She does as I say, and I watch how her chest rises and falls.
“Is there some kind of clip or something to open this up?” I ask of the bodysuit she’s wearing. “I want to see if sucking me off got you wet.”
“It got me so wet,” she confirms softly, her voice a needy purr.
She undoes the bodysuit, revealing her wet pussy. She shaved herself bare and so her pussy lips look like a ripe peach.
“Run your fingers through your seam,” I tell her.
“Brett, I need you,” she cries out.
“You want me to eat that sweet pussy of yours? You know I’ve never eaten such a sweet pussy before. It was so sweet, it was all I could think about for months” I say, kneeling in front of her with my knees on the couch.
“Brett, please,” she begs. “I need you.”
A growl escapes me as I dip my head. My tongue comes up and licks her from clit to seam. I suck up all her juices. “You’re so wet, Honey. You’re such a dirty girl, the way you sucked me off and enjoyed it.”
She moans and I give her what she needs, flicking my tongue against her clit then flattening it and running it over her from seam to clit. Her hips begin to move.
“I need more,” she begs.
I insert two fingers and begin to pump and she cries out, moaning.
“Fuck, Honey, I love to hear you moan. You don’t understand what it does to me when I hear you coming apart. That night in the truck, I almost came like a fucking teenager in my jeans,” I confess, and she cries out more as I pump my fingers into her. I return my mouth to her pussy, sucking, lapping, ravishing her sweetness. She becomes unhinged. Hips thrusting into me as she falls over the edge.
“Too much,” she cries out, but I don’t stop holding her in place with one hand on her hip as my other hand pumps inside her and my tongue sucks and flicks her clit. “Soo good.”
I’m hard again, my cock aching to be inside her, as I watch this woman who is so guarded and careful come undone for me. This time, I know she is giving herself to me because she trusts me, and that is the first step. It makes me feel a pride inside me that I’ve never felt before, to have a woman like Willow give herself to me in trust.
When she stops coming, I pull out my fingers and suck them into my mouth. “I don’t think I can ever get enough of you.”
“You’re a player, Brett. Eventually you will,” she says.
“I cannot believe you just said that to me. I’m the only man who can make you come,” I say, feigning insult.
“Which is why I’ll be left with a broken heart.”
I frown and move in beside her. “Honey, I’m not going anywhere. You’ll see.”
I gather her in my arms and she turns to me and she holds me too.
“I’ve never done this before, Honey.”
She pulls her head out of the crook in my arm and she looks up at me. “What haven’t you done?”
“Held someone after sex. It feels good,” I tell her.
“I’ve never held anyone either,” she admits with both her arms wrapped around my middle. “It does feel good,” she sighs.
“This is different, Honey. Me and you, there is something special here.” I kiss her forehead.
“I know,” she confirms. “That’s why I had to take the leap tonight.”
“I’m happy you did.”
I spin and hop over her and land on my feet. She laughs. “Brett, what are you doing?”
I lift her in my arms.
“I’m taking you to my bed, Honey, so I can fuck you hard.”
Her light eyes turn to burning flames.
“Would you like that?” I ask.
“Yes, please,” she replies as I walk her buck naked to our room. When I think that it is our room my chest grows warm. She told me she was sleeping here the last few nights since our FaceTime sex.
“Don’t be polite now.” I laugh.
“Fuck me hard with that amazing cock of yours.” She giggles.
“Oh, Honey.” I lay her down on the bed, shifting her up so she is on a pillow. “First, I need this bustier off you.” She helps me with all the hooks and I rip it off her.
“Careful, it was expensive,” she cries out.
“I’ll get you ten more, if you like,” I reply and she laughs.
With her totally naked before me, I climb on top of her. I bury my face in her breasts, licking her nipple.
“You better be careful. There is milk in them,” she warns as I suck and pull back as I get a mouthful of her milk. I swallow it back and she looks horrified.
“It’s actually pretty good,” I say, and she swats at my chest.
“You’re ridiculous.”
“I’m crazy about you, and your breasts. I’ve been dying to get my mouth on them. I’m like a starved man.”
I go back to licking her nipples and flicking them with my tongue. When I reach my hand between her legs, I find her soaked again.
“I need you inside me,” she moans as her hands run up and down my back, her fingernails digging into my skin.
I slide inside her in one harsh thrust, burying myself deep inside her. She cries out and I groan as I push to the hilt and pull back.
“Fuck, you’re so wet,” I groan as I slide back inside slowly, deeply. “You feel like a dream.”
“I’m on the pill. You can come inside me,” she shares.
I am so far gone on this woman I forgot to even ask.
“Damn, Honey.” I thrust faster. “It’s been so long and your pussy is suffocating my cock in the best way.”
She clenches around me as I thrust deep inside her and pull back.
“I need more,” she moans, pressing her pussy harder into my cock.
Hot sparks shoot up my spine. I need to make this good for both of us, but it’s been a damn long time since I had sex. I flip her over onto her stomach and she yelps.
I give her ass a good smack and thrust inside her. I wrap my hand around her waist and play with her clit as I thrust deeper, harder.
“Fuck yes,” she calls out.
“That’s it, baby,” I say as we thrust against each other like hungry animals seeking our release.
Willow comes as I pump inside her at a punishing pace. Her screams fill the room and push me over the edge as I fill her sweet pussy.
Out of breath, I fall to her side and pull her into me.
“Best sex of my life, Honey,” I pant.
Her eyes crease in the corners as she laughs. “You’re lying.”
“I promised I wouldn’t lie to you.” I remind her as I pull her back into me and spread kisses down her neck.
“I’m ticklish.” She wiggles out of my grasp.
“That’s because your senses are heightened now,” I say, holding her in place. With her behind pressed to me and her warm skin against mine, a feeling of pure content washes over me.
When the baby monitor lights up, I know our time is up. Maylee begins to cry and we scramble to get cleaned up.
“Do you want me to give her a bottle or do you want to nurse her?” I ask Willow.
“I’ll breastfeed,” she says.
I slip on a T-shirt and a pair of boxers and head to the bathroom to clean up before I go to grab our little munchkin.
I bring her to bed where Willow awaits, sitting up against some pillows. Her hair is a mess, her lips are swollen, and her cheeks flushed. She looks perfect.
I pass Maylee to her and she starts to eat. I just sit and watch my girls.
“What?” Willow asks.
“I’ve never felt this happy before,” I admit.
“Me either, Brett.”