26
Brooks sets a glass of water down in front of me. The sun setting through the window behind him causes a dreamy glow that lights his dim living room.
“Drink this,” he instructs, before taking a seat on the couch beside me.
He lifts the remote and turns the TV on, clicking on Netflix and starting to scroll through the recommended movies.
He puts his feet on the coffee table and slings his arm around my shoulders, pulling me down so that my head is resting on his chest. It’s crazy how comfortable I am with him.
Cuddling up to him simply feels right, like this is where I was always destined to be.
Not long into the movie, he pulls my face up to look at him, and when our eyes meet, our noses almost touch.
Guiding my face closer to his until his mouth covers mine, he moves his hand from my chin to the side of my face, cupping my cheek.
His body turns towards mine as he begins to slowly lower me down until I’m lying on the couch.
His arm, which was wrapped around my shoulders, is now supporting his weight as he lies at my side.
Our legs become entangled as we melt deeper into our kiss.
His hand moves from my cheek, down my body, to rest on my hip, and the soft touch leaves electric tingles burning in its wake.
He teases the bare gap of flesh between my top and the waistband of my jeans with his fingertips, causing my legs to quiver.
“Is this ok?” he asks, dipping his fingers into my waistband.
I nod eagerly, wrapping my hand around his muscular arm.
He pops the button on my jeans, slowly pulling down the zip and sliding his hand into my panties.
His fingers caressing me is unlike anything I’ve felt before, and the electrifying sensation instantly sends me over the edge.
A loud moan escapes my lips as I come, hard, gripping onto his shirt.
I pull him closer, desperate to feel his lips on mine as my climax pulses against his hand.
I breathe deeply as my shaking body attempts to recover.
I hide my face as I slowly return to reality.
The embarrassment at how quickly I orgasmed consumes me.
I have never been this turned on by another person, and the way my body responded to his fingers took me by surprise.
Brooks tucks his hand under my chin and turns my face, forcing me to look at him again.
“You don’t have to feel embarrassed,” he says quietly. “I think you are the sexiest fucking person I have ever had the pleasure of touching.”
“I’m not used to being swept away like that,” I say honestly, remembering all the times that I felt so self-conscious with Mark that I couldn’t let myself become completely turned on.
He was never mean or spoke unkindly. It was more that he found those types of displays unnecessary, and if I found myself getting carried away for even a moment, he would give me a look that immediately made me feel as though he was judging me.
“Well, get used to it because I plan to be sweeping you away daily,” he says with a smirk, mocking my choice of words.
He raises his body off and away from mine, leaving me lying on the couch to collect myself.
He sits back up with our legs still intertwined, his hand resting on my stomach as we finish watching the movie.
When the credits begin to roll, Brooks gently pushes my legs from his, and for a moment, I’m scared that he’s going to ask me to leave.
Relief washes over me as he takes my hand and leads me over to his bed.
“Lift your arms,” he instructs, gently taking hold of my wrists. He brings my arms up over my head, letting his fingertips trail down from my wrists, tickling my sensitive skin before gliding over the fabric of my top. I suck in a sharp breath as his hands take hold of the hem.
“Is this ok?” he asks, lifting my top to reveal my stomach.
He pauses, waiting for my consent. I nod slowly, too afraid to speak, worried that my voice will quiver and give me away.
I have never felt so inexperienced, and I don’t want to ruin this moment.
He slides my top up over my head and tosses it behind me.
With my arms still raised above my head, he unhooks my bra and lets it drop on the floor beside my feet.
Slowly, he brings his mouth to my breast, and his eyes peer up at me as his tongue softly scrapes over my pebbled nipple.
I take in a shaky breath as electric sparks ignite under his tongue and shoot through my body, down to my thighs.
I bite my lip, trying to distract myself from the pressure building in my belly.
I can’t come again, not yet, and definitely not from a little nipple stimulation.
He smiles, a crease in his brow appearing as he moves to the other breast. A light flutter pulses my clit as his hands slide up my arms again, taking hold of my wrist, and he lowers them to my sides.
I grip my hands around his t-shirt and begin to lift it, eager to see his body.
He shakes his head, making a tutting sound.
“Not yet,” he whispers, burying his face into my neck.
His tongue runs over my throat, down my chest and through the centre of my breasts as he lowers himself to his knees in front of me.
He kisses my stomach, leaving goosebumps on my skin.
My breaths are released in short, sharp bursts as pressure builds at the base of my spine.
He unbuttons my jeans, hooking his fingers into the waistband and sliding them down, past my thighs, letting his fingers brush my skin.
I lift one foot at a time as he pulls my jeans from my feet before throwing them towards the living room.
His lips meet the inside of my knee and trail up my thigh until they meet the material of my soaking-wet panties.
I let out a groan, and he looks up again, smiling at me with his eyes.
His fingers tease the edges of my panties before taking hold and pulling them down.
Before they’ve dropped past my thighs, his mouth is on me again.
“Brooks,” I pant his name as if it’s my final lifeline.
“You taste so good.” His hands take hold of my thighs, spreading them, allowing him more access.
“Oh, Brooks, please,” I beg, my knees beginning to buckle. He slides his fingers deep inside of me, while his tongue circles my clit. “I’m going to...”
Before I can finish my sentence, an earth-shattering orgasm ripples through my body. I take hold of his hair, gripping it in my fists and push his head deeper. His mouth continues to suck as my body shudders against him.
My chest rises and falls with each deep breath as he slowly stands to his feet.
I bring my hands to the bottom of his t-shirt and pause, waiting for his instructions.
He nods. I pull it up over his head, revealing his muscular stomach.
Light brown hair decorates his belly button and trails down into his pants.
I catch a glimpse of a tattoo on his right bicep, but he lowers his arm before I can read what it says.
He sucks in a sharp breath as I unbutton his pants, letting them fall.
My eyes meet his boxers, his erection pushing against the material, instantly filling me with a hunger to have him inside of me.
My fingers pinch the elastic of his boxers.
I stop to look up at him, desperate to see his chocolate brown eyes burning into me.
He smirks, waiting patiently for me to free him.
I push my hand into his boxers, taking him in my hand, catching him off guard.
He moans as I pump his smooth shaft. His strong hands take hold of my arms, gripping them until they hurt.
My hand freezes, scared that I’m not doing it right.
He covers my mouth with his, forcing my lips open with his tongue.
I pull down his boxers as he backs me towards the bed.
“I need to be inside you,” he groans, lowering his hands to my hips.
His eyes rake up and down my body impatiently.
He grabs my butt, lifting me against him.
I wrap my legs around his waist. His hard erection rests against my clit, and I’m scared I’m going to orgasm again.
Supporting me with one arm, he reaches into his bedside drawer, pulling out a condom.
He brings it to his mouth, ripping it open with his teeth.
He lowers me down on the bed and hovers above me.
Rolling the condom down his length, the muscles in his strong arms tensing as he strokes himself.
“And you’re sure?” he asks, his sincere eyes searching mine.
“Yes. I want this.” I take hold, guiding him inside me before tensing my thighs and digging my ankles into his back, pushing him deeper.
My head rests on Brooks’ chest as he softly grazes his fingertips along my back.
I inhale deeply, breathing him in and tighten my arm around his body.
I want to commit every part of this moment to memory.
He is everything I had hoped for and more.
I bring my hand to his arm, squeezing his bicep, to make sure he’s real and this hasn’t all been a dream, before gently brushing my fingers over his tattoo.
“I like this,” I say, my voice calm and relaxed.
“It’s something my mum used to say whenever something bad was happening.
When a girl I liked at school didn’t like me back, or I failed a history test, or when she got sick.
She would place her hand on mine and say This Too Shall Pass,” he replies, his voice distant as if he’s telling the story about someone else.
I arch my back so that my lips brush against his neck, taking a deep breath in, enjoying the intoxicating smell of his skin.
His body shivers, responding to my touch, and he brings his lips to mine, only for a second.
I rest my head back on his chest, and an overwhelming sense of calm pulls me closer to sleep as I listen to his heartbeat.
When I wake to my alarm, I jump in a rush to turn it off, afraid that it will wake Brooks.
He looks too peaceful, lying in the bed next to me, with his arm lazily draped over my naked body.
I slide out from under the weight of his arm and roll out of the bed.
Moving around the room, I find my clothes scattered around the floor.
I dress quickly and sneak out of the apartment as quietly as possible.
I’m floating, walking across the courtyard towards my apartment.
Pushing the door open, I find Luna asleep on the couch, TV remote still in hand.
I tiptoe over to her, kneeling beside her head.
I bring my fingers to her face and tickle her cheek, pulling away before she swats at my touch and hits herself in the face.
I laugh as she jolts up, ripped from her sleeping state.
“You’re a fucking bitch,” she shouts, throwing herself backwards and covering her face.
“Come into the bathroom while I get ready for work. I have so much to tell you.”