Eleven
When I wake on Saturday morning, I’m still in Brock’s arms. His arm over my stomach and his head close to mine on the pillow. A smile lights my face as I recall everything that happened between us last night. And let’s just say that he’s proof positive that reality is far better than fantasy. I just hope he isn’t disappointed. Unfortunately, my worry must show on my face because…
“Hey,” he rasps. “What’s wrong? Why do you look upset?”
I open my eyes to the sight of Brock’s handsome yet concerned face. I manage a small smile as he brushes his hand over my cheek.
“I’m fine,” I say softly.
“Sadie, I was watching you,” he says. “You were smiling first, then you frowned. What’s wrong? Did I push you too far last night?”
“No,” I say quickly. “No, you didn’t.”
His expression softens. Barely.
“I feel like there’s a but in there,” he smirks.
I lower my eyes and sigh. And I risk ruining things with the truth.
“I don’t want to disappoint you.”
He tips my face back up to his and presses a soft kiss to my lips. When he pulls back, I get his gorgeous smile.
“Why do you think you’d disappoint me?”
My face grows hot with embarrassment, but I find that I can’t look away from him nor can I lie. So, I just put it all out there. Sort of.
“Isn’t it obvious?” I ask him.
“No,” he says firmly. “Just tell me.”
“Brock,” I almost whine. “I’m not…I haven’t…”
His eyebrows flick up in shock for a moment. So, I just wait for him to puzzle it out.
“How many men have you been with?” he whispers.
“Three.”
He grimaces a bit at this, then clears his throat.
“Are you worried that you’re going to disappoint me in bed?”
“Yes,” I choke out.
I finally get his smile again. And another soft kiss.
“You don’t have to worry about that,” he says. “You’re everything that I want. And if I’m being honest, I’m rather delighted that I only have to be jealous of three other men.”
“Jealous?” I scoff. “Whatever for?”
“Because three other men have had the privilege of knowing the pleasure of your body,” he growls.
“Yeah, well,” I sigh. “Maybe I want to give pleasure as well.”
“You do,” he says firmly.
“Just by laying there,” I grumble.
“Sadie,” he almost snaps. “The last thing you did last night was just lay there .”
“But-”
“No,” he says as he climbs on top of me. “Everything I gave to you; you gave right back. You were with me in every moment last night, Sadie. Every single thing we felt last night we felt together . And I want to experience it again. And often.”
My body shivers beneath him.
“Do you want that, too?” he asks.
“Yes, but…”
“But what? Tell me what you want, Sadie? What can I do to make this better for you?”
“Geez, Brock, if you make it much better, I won’t survive it,” I giggle.
“I’m being serious, Sadie,” he says. “What do we need to do to make you feel better about us?”
Almost immediately, my head fills with a million dirty thoughts. And judging by the twitch of Brock’s mouth, he can tell where my mind just went.
“There are things that I want to do,” I tell him. “Things I haven’t been able to do with a man before.”
“Tell me.”
I half laugh and half sob at the sheer absurdity of this conversation. Not to mention my true lack of experience when it comes to sex.
“I’ve never even…been on top before,” I whisper.
In a flash, he grabs my hips and rolls us over until I’m exactly where I’ve never been. My pussy on top of his cock. His breath leaves him as I roll my hips.
“Take me, Sadie,” he breathes. “Whatever you want, I’m yours.”
I’m panting as my hands are braced on his chest. His eyes are locked on mine. And I know already that no matter what I do, it’s going to please him.
“Brock,” I breathe.
“Come on, my sweet Sadie,” he growls. “Look down. I’m fucking hard already. For you .”
I do as he wishes. And my breath leaves me at the sight of his cock already leaking cum from the tip. My body starts to move without thinking. Very slowly, I rock my hips back and forth, gliding my pussy over his cock. A low growl leaves him as his hands flex on my hips. Which only serves as encouragement.
“Fuck,” he pants.
“Am I hurting you?” I pant.
“Fuck no,” he grits out. “But… Jesus…I’m going to…”
His eyes close as his entire body tenses underneath me. I look down and gasp as I watch his seed leave him in long spurts. Covering his stomach and even some of his neck. The sight is so erotic, that the next brush of his cock head against my clit sends me soaring with him. I moan as my release claims me and wets the space between us.
“Sadie,” he groans.
The sound of my name like that weakens me further. My hands slip forward, and I collapse onto his chest. Our combined releases spreading over both of our bodies.
But it’s perfect.