Chapter 37 #2
“Christ, Anna,” he groans, throat working with a swallow so thick it’s audible.
I’ve never loved being on my knees for a man before. Never got pleasure from giving a blow job or feeling the throb of a dick in my hand. Not until now. I rub my thighs together, accepting that I’m drenched between them, another pair of panties soiled because of Brody.
My mouth hovers over the shiny tip of his cock for less than a beat before I’m swiping my tongue along it, moaning from the familiar taste of him. I pulse between my legs, no amount of rubbing doing anything to help my ache any longer.
I squeak when he leaps from the couch and takes me in his arms. He carries me to the space before the fireplace and slowly lowers me to the ground, setting me on the soft carpet. His body moves atop mine, and then his mouth is on my throat, my jaw, and lips.
“It’s my turn to taste you,” he says, his tongue sliding along my neck.
I’m nodding, speechless. I spread my legs, welcoming him between them as he makes quick work of peeling my clothes off, piling them somewhere out of sight.
“My gorgeous woman,” he praises, cupping my breasts in hands marked with thick calluses. They scrape my sensitive flesh, my nipples hard to the point of pain. “So soft and warm and mine.”
“Yours,” I gasp when he softly twists my nipple. My cry is loud when his mouth takes over, sucking hard.
Grappling for anything to hold on to, I wrap my thighs around his middle and whimper, “More.”
He trails his hands down my sides, over the bare skin peppered with goosebumps.
When he pulls my legs from around him and drops them to the ground, I shove aside the need to hide my nakedness.
My wet inner thighs, thick stretch marks, and exposed pussy, there for his perusal.
His eyes flare as he stares at me, all of me.
A deep, rough noise builds in the back of his throat, and then he’s pushing himself down my body, dropping his head between my spread thighs and cursing.
“Fuckin’ prettiest pussy I’ve ever seen. Is all this for me, sweetheart?”
He drags a finger through my slit, his eyes so focused on his task that the fire burning beside us could swallow the house and I doubt he’d notice.
My teeth tear into my bottom lip as he dips his head and nips at my inner thigh before taking me in his mouth.
He sucks just once on my swollen skin and then brings his finger back to explore.
Another sweep through me, and then finally, a slow, torturous circle around my clit. I jolt, my back arching off the floor, thighs spasming as they press tight to his ears.
“Taste like heaven too,” he moans before he’s darting his tongue out again, this time lapping at me.
I believe his words, believe that he truly likes what he’s doing, and that drives me insane. Out of my mind. My blood burns. I’m hot, hot, hot.
“I’ve never—” I start before my confession dies in my throat.
He slides a finger inside me, twisting his wrist when he pulls it out in a way that gives him room to bring his mouth to my clit.
I can’t think, let alone speak, as he flicks his tongue over it, his pace quick and confident.
My stomach soars when he teases me with his teeth, the feel of them cool on my overheated skin.
“Never what, Anna?” The question rumbles across my clit.
My eyes drift shut, my hips lifting as I chase his mouth, wanting more and more and more. “Never come like this. Please let me come, Brody. Please,” I whine.
“You’ll come like this. I won’t fuckin’ stop until you do,” he growls.
He becomes a man on a mission. Possessive hands flatten on my thighs, pushing them further apart, spreading me even wider as he plunges a second finger into my heat and sucks so hard on my clit that his cheeks hollow.
“Yes!” I cry, nails tearing at his shoulders.
I’m half-feral, coiled so damn tight. The pressure between my legs grows, the promise of pleasure so close I can almost taste it. His fingers piston inside of me, brushing an untouched spot every time he curls them just right.
“Right there. Keep touching me there. Oh, my God,” I ramble, half out of my mind.
“That’s it. That’s a good girl. Let go for me,” he groans, flicking my clit again in a perfect rhythm.
I jerk on the carpet, my eyes shooting open as I finally get there. My climax hits me like a truck, sending me flying across time and space. I fill the house with my cries, and he urges me on, his praise intensifying my release.
He licks me until I’m back on solid ground, so sensitive but still craving more. Craving him. The curve of my lips as I watch him kiss up my stomach tells him just that.
“I need you inside of me,” I tell him.
I’m riding a high unlike any I’ve ever known. I feel like I’m floating, happiness mixing with desire in a combination so potent it’s all I can taste.
The warmth from the fire has his skin glistening. He moves up my body, dragging his mouth and tongue along my curves, his cock hard against my thigh. I sigh, relaxing beneath him.
“You’ll get me, baby. Just let me get my fill first,” he rasps.
I curl my fingers in his hair. “You haven’t gotten enough already?”
Deep, dark blue eyes lift, snaring my stare. “Don’t think I ever will.”
I hum low in my throat when he buries his face in my hair, breathing deep before sucking at my pulse again. He’s leaving marks on me, and I love it.
“Do you want me to get a condom? I haven’t had sex for a long time, but it’s up to you, sweetheart.”
The first brush of his cock over my pussy makes me moan, jerking against the pressure. My reply is instant. “No. I want you bare. Please.”
“You don’t have to beg.”
I nod, biting down on my tongue when he parts me with two fingers and gives my clit a final pinch before notching his cock at my entrance. My exhale is heavy, vibrating with nerves.
“It’s been a long time,” I blurt out, holding his shoulders. “Stewart and I didn’t have sex long befo?—”
He shuts me up with his mouth on mine, swallowing the words poised on my tongue. I taste myself for the first time on a man’s lips, and maybe I’m messed up inside because I don’t hate. Not knowing how it got there.
Stewart hated going down on me. He only did it when I asked him to, and even then, it was a quick, lazy effort that always ended with an exaggerated, fake orgasm. I stopped asking after so many complaints, and the sex came to an end soon after it.
Brody pulls back, punishing me with a tug of my lip between his teeth before he says, “Don’t need to hear his name ever.
Especially not when I’m about to make love to you.
You’re with me now, and I’ll always make sure you’re satisfied and ready.
I won’t hurt you, sweetheart. You’ll take me just right, won’t you? ”
I’m nodding without realizing it. “I will. You’re not him.”
His expression shudders. “He’s the past. The reason I found you and nothin’ more.”
“You’re my future, Brody,” I whisper, reaching between our bodies to hold his cock and lead him into my body.
The stretch is intense, each inch spreading me open, but he’s so gentle, so patient. I breathe out, nails pricking his shoulders as our eyes hold, never straying from one another.
“A little more,” he says through his teeth.
I rub the tip of my nose along the bridge of his and start to relax when he bottoms out, feeling so incredibly full. He holds himself above me on his hands as he pulls out and moves back in, a little faster this time. Discomfort turns to an intense pleasure as I grow used to the stretch of him.
My eyes threaten to roll when he takes my clit between his fingers and picks up speed, thrusting harder now. He reaches a place so, so deep inside of me. I choke on the promise of another orgasm so soon after the first. It’s an experience I’ll only ever share with Brody.
My lips part as my next words tumble out so clearly and confidently that I have to look away from him before I ruin this moment with tears.
“I love you, Brody. I love you in the most unexplainable way.”
My heart thuds against my rib cage, screaming out for the man above me. I want it to have him.
He pinches my chin, and I force my eyes open. His thrusts are so hard now that my entire chest shakes with each one, bouncing obscenely.
His fingers grasp the side of my throat, holding firmly as he kisses me fiercely, turning my lips swollen. “You don’t need to explain it to me. I know. I fuckin’ know how you’re feelin’ because I love you the same way. You’re it. Fuckin’ everythin’.”
“Brody,” I whisper, touching every inch of his face as euphoria shakes my bones.
The next roll of his hips pushes him against the spot he found earlier, and I’m soaring again, the world flashing white and then the most beautiful show of colours.
I pull him tight to my chest, and he drops to his elbow, pistoning his hips.
He buries his face in my throat and slams a hand to the floor as he grinds down on me.
“Fuck. Fuck , Anna,” he groans as he comes deep inside of me.
I’m sore and swollen when he pulls out, not daring to move off me. I stroke his head, sighing happily as the minutes tick by. My eyes droop, the heat from the fire making me so blissfully warm beneath my man.
His breath tickles my ear, and I grin, letting it lull me to sleep.