Chapter 17 #2
The visions were of a future. A future with the man now dealing with his own boots and jeans.
In that moment she was assailed with the unfamiliar emotion of the type of love only reserved for when you meet your soulmate. That bone-deep feeling that she’d finally found the person who completed the puzzle that was her.
“Make love to me, Brodie.”
“You don’t have to ask me twice,” Brodie responded with a smile.
Clothes were disposed of and they lay on the bed facing each other. Her body heated from the look Brodie was giving her. His eyes practically ate her up. A rush of shyness threatened to overwhelm her as she lay naked beneath his scrutiny.
“You are so beautiful, Sparkles. I’m honored you’re giving yourself to me.”
All her shyness evaporated. “I’m honored that you’re giving yourself to me.”
She traced down a line down his chest. His six-pack wasn’t defined, like she’d seen on the covers of some romance novels, but it was there.
Her fingers danced over his stomach until she reached his dick.
Feeling bold because Brodie wasn’t stopping her exploration, she clasped his hard length and gave it a squeeze.
He groaned and, when she started to stroke him, his whole body shuddered.
She increased her pace and his hand closed over hers.
“Sparkles, you need to stop. I want to make our first time amazing and if you keep that up, it’s going to be over quicker than a firecracker lighting up the sky.”
“That’s quite the analogy.”
His response was to close the gap between their bodies as his mouth found hers. The kiss sizzled through her body, and she wrapped her arms around his shoulders, pressing her chest against his.
Brodie rolled so that she was on her back. He trailed his mouth across her cheek and down her neck, nipping as he went. When his mouth closed over her distended nipple, she arched off the bed and a moan ripped from her throat.
“I’m just getting started, Sparkles. Just getting started,” he murmured against her breast. While his mouth was busy laving attention to her breasts, his hand worked its way over her stomach, taking extra care to reverently touch her scars, until he found her slick folds.
He massaged her clit and her eyes drifted close.
His lips followed the path of his hand and, when his mouth closed over her pussy, her hips bucked and she gripped the sheets.
His tongue lapped at her and his teeth nipped at the bundle of nerves.
He inserted two fingers inside her and began a slow pump in and out.
Cerise bit her bottom lip as her nerve endings tingled and her muscles clenched tighter and tighter.
Her orgasm was just out of reach, so she ground her hips against his mouth.
As if sensing what she needed, he increased the pace of his fingers and tongue.
It all became too much, and she cried out when her climax rushed through her body, her legs shaking in reaction.
The bed moved and a rush of cool air wafted over her as Brodie moved away from her. She wanted to pull him back, but she was aware of the drawer opening and she figured he was grabbing protection.
A few seconds later her wish was granted, and he was lying over her again.
“You doing okay?” he asked softly, peppering her neck with little nips.
“I’m sparkling.”
He chuckled and the sound reverberated through her, causing a wave of aftershocks to ripple through her. “Yes, you are sparkling, and I’m going to make you sparkle even more.”
“Don’t be making promises you can’t keep, Dice.”
“I never do.” He rolled his hips and she moaned when his cock nudged her pussy. “You can trust me on that.”
He didn’t give her a chance to respond as his mouth closed over hers and his tongue delved inside. She hooked her arms around his neck, anchoring him to her at the same time as he slid an arm beneath her hips, lifting her, before sliding into her.
They both groaned against each other’s mouths. “God, yes, Brodie.”
She flexed her inner muscles around his cock and his body jerked. “Sparkles, you’re going to have to stop doing that.”
“Or what?” She did it again.
“This.” He pulled back before slamming home. She dug her fingers into the flesh of his back, letting him know she was more than happy with what he was doing.
Every time he thrust inside of her, he brushed her clit, increasing the sensations strumming through her.
Her whole body was on fire, and she didn’t mind being consumed by Brodie.
Everything about him set her alight. As his pace increased, she lifted her hips to meet him.
She was so close to coming again and she wanted to feel him come with her.
She hooked her legs around his, deepening the penetration until the fire burst through her and she came apart, crying out his name again.
Brodie stilled above her, moaning out his own release.
He collapsed on top of her, and she cherished the weight of him on her, their ragged breathing the only sounds in the room.
As if aware that he was crushing her, he rolled to the side, and she rested her cheek on his chest. The rapid beating of his heart matched her own.
She’d never been so connected to a man during the act of making love.
Her heart belonged to Brodie. As much as it frightened her that she wouldn’t be enough, and he’d find whatever flaws her foster families found when they’d looked into adopting her, she would treasure this moment and hope that she would be enough.