Rhythm Brooks
After that long night of celebrating and drinking, we stumbled into Sincere's condo.
I climbed onto his lap on the couch, straddling his big thighs. With our eyes locked, I reached up slowly, my fingers brushing his face as I slid his glasses off. I set them carefully on the coffee table beside us.
“I'm so proud of you,” I told him, making him blush a bit.
“Thank you, baby.”
“I’m also so proud to be the woman you claim, because you're not just a good man; you're smart, too, and this development project with the Cartiers is going to change your life.
And I'm just so happy to be here witnessing it all.” I paused, cupping his jaw, my gaze never leaving his.
“Thank you for being good to me, for changing my life like this, showing me things no one's ever shown me before. Because of you, so many unfathomable things feel possible now.”
As he stared back, his eyes softened, like he couldn't gather the words to respond with because he was that touched. Usually, he knew exactly what to say, but now his typical swagger melted into something humble and vulnerable.
Then, without a sound, he reached up and grabbed a handful of my locs, pulling my head back just enough to expose my neck.
His mouth crashed down in a deep tongue kiss along my skin.
His tongue swirled hot and wet against my pulse.
Heat exploded between us, things turning aggressively sexy as his free hand pulled at my clothes while I clawed at his, shoving his shirt up to rake my nails down his bare shoulders.
We disrobed right there on the couch, my dress hiked up and his pants shoved down just enough.
My bra snapped free under his rough grip.
His fingers clawed at my hips hard enough to bruise.
I was so damn eager to feel his dick inside me, grinding down against the hard length of him straining through his boxers until he freed it.
I positioned myself over him, sinking down slow, inch by inch, my pussy stretching around his dick as I took him deep.
As we tongue kissed, our mouths fused together in a sloppy, hungry rhythm.
Our tongues slid and sucked as I started to ride him slow, rolling my hips in unhurried circles that dragged my walls along every ridge of him.
His hands gripped my ass, guiding me but letting me set the pace.
Our breaths mingled hot and ragged between kisses.
My nipples brushed his skin with each rise and fall.
I made love to him like that, savoring the slide of him in and out, my clit grinding against his base on every downstroke, building that sweet ache until waves of pleasure rippled through me, our bodies locked in this intimate, passionate dance, whispering “I love you” against each other's lips between the wet sounds of our ride.