Chapter 18 #2
I pant, my jaw hanging open as he enthusiastically works my pussy. “I don’t think I can …” The words are stopped by a full-body shiver. “I’m going to come, Brooks!”
My wetness coats my legs, and I wonder what it’s doing to his face. Can he drown down there? I bite my lip and moan. He’ll survive.
“Yes,” I say, yelling because nothing in my life is quiet right now—my voice included. “Do that. Whatever that is, do that. Oh, yes.”
The buildup starts deep in my torso, just above my pussy. It uncurls slowly, moving through me with such intensity that I almost fear the climax. I shake, trembling uncontrollably, which only makes Brooks clamp down harder to hold me in place.
Finally, the big wave hits, flooding me with warmth and colors, and I turn boneless.
“Brooks!” I screech, trying to hold myself up by the headboard. He continues his worship of my body, sucking every drip of my orgasm out of me. “It’s so good.”
The fireworks fade, and the shaking slows, and I drift back to reality in a contented bliss.
He presses a final kiss to my thigh before he slides out from under me. I start to fall forward, but he wraps an arm around me and pulls me backward into him.
“Orgasm with a man,” he whispers in my ear. “Check.”
I giggle as he kisses me just below the ear and then hops off the bed. I close my eyes and fall into a heap on the bed. This is what it feels like to be satisfied. Good to know.
Brooks walks back in with a towel, wiping his face. “So, what do we think? Do we keep that in the rotation, or did you not like it?”
His smirk makes me roll my eyes.
“Ready to get fucked?” he asks.
“I’m not going to say no to that.”
He grabs me by the ankles and drags me across the mattress, then he plants his hands on either side of me and peers down at me with a look that I can’t quite place.
“I want to fuck you so many ways,” he says, licking his bottom lip. “But I fear that the combination of not using a condom and fucking you for the first time will make me blow much faster than I want to.”
I reach up and trace his jawline. “I have the solution for that.”
“You do, do you?”
Nodding, I hum. “We’re going to be here for a few days, and every day has twenty-four hours in it.
Now, you have to set aside a solid thirty minutes at a minimum of each of those days to let me ride your face now that I’ve had that experience.
” I smile as he laughs. “But that gives you ample time to try all the things you wanna try with me.”
“Can I fuck your ass?”
I raise my head. “No!” I laugh, too. “You’re not … no.”
“Then I guess I’ll just have to watch that ass bounce against my cock. Up. On your knees and scoot to the edge of the bed.” Brooks strokes himself as I get into position. “You have the best ass. Look at this.” He rubs his palms around each cheek. “You sure I can’t fuck it?”
“Yes.”
“I’m just kidding.” He smacks me lightly with his right hand, making me moan. “Oh, do you like that?”
“Apparently.”
“Nice.” He places the tip at my opening. “I’m going to go slow.”
He holds my hips and shoves into me, parting me inch by delicious inch.
“Your pussy is a fucking vise.”
I lean back to urge him on, and the stretch feels so unbelievably good.
“That’s about all you can take,” he says, stilling as the head of his cock touches the back of my pussy. “How’s that feel?”
I glance over my shoulder at him. Broad shoulders, wide neck—a sheen of sweat coating his skin. If I didn’t see this with my own eyes, I wouldn’t believe it.
A smirk kisses my lips. “It feels like I want fucked.”
His eyes hood and his fingers bite so hard into my hips that it burns. “You better hold on.”
“Okay.”
He slides out and then slams into me, nearly splitting me apart. I scream out in surprise and delight, the mixture of pleasure and a hint of pain deliriously good. He hisses a breath, gripping me tightly and using it as leverage to rail me from behind.
If this is the fucking that Gianna is always talking about, sign me up.
I rock back as he thrusts forward, his grunts and my moans mixing with the sound of our bodies slapping together. Each stroke is relentless. Each drive somehow deeper and harder than the one before.
Revering. Savoring. Indulging.
The buildup comes faster this time and spreads quicker than the orgasm before. It’s hotter, more intense, and I can’t start to control it as it rolls through my body.
“I’m coming,” I yell, squeezing my eyes shut from the pressure.
“Me, too.” His groan is guttural and raw as he pumps into me. “Fuck.”
I can’t respond. Can’t speak. I’d fall on my face if his hands weren’t holding me up. I’m completely at his whim.
“Shit.” He blows out a breath, shuddering one final time. “Are you all right?”
“Maybe. I might be dead. This could be heaven.”
He laughs, pulling out of me. As soon as he releases me, I collapse onto the mattress. Now that is having an orgasm with a man. Check!
Brooks curls up behind me and rests his chin on my shoulder. “That was, by far, the hottest thing I’ve ever witnessed.” He kisses the crook of my neck. “You are fucking magic. Everything about you is magical.”
I grin, glad he can’t see it because I’m certain it’s goofy.
“You’re a mess,” he says, hopping up. “There’s a big tub in there with a pink bubble bath container and a pretty great smelling candle.”
I give him a thumbs up and close my eyes, unable to respond.
There are a few watershed moments in life when it becomes life before and life after events. And this was one of those moments—the point of no return.
The new Audrey is here and she’s here to stay.