Page 84 of Beauty Of Her

“Touch your clit,” he whispered, sending goose bumps trailing my skin. “You’re gonna come on my cock.”

I did as instructed, sliding my fingers down to my aching core. The moment my fingers instinctively settled on my swollen bud, a wave of pure pleasure surged through me. I moaned into his mouth, our kiss deep, unbreakable, stroking myself, matching the rhythm of his thrusts. My hips bucked wildly against his, the exquisite friction of his cock inside me and my fingers on my clit intensifying with each thrust. I threw my head back, losing myself in the pleasure, my gaze still locked with his, our faces contorted with passion. I felt the familiar swell of my orgasm building, the pressure growing more intense with each second. Chasing my climax, Brett reached down and grabbed my other wrist, pulling it away from my clit. His eyes were intense, his grip firm. He pounded into me harder than before, and I screamed out his name when my orgasm crashed over me like a tidal wave. It was the most intense orgasm I'd ever experienced, my body shaking uncontrollably as wave after wave of pleasure washed over me.

I tugged my fingers through Brett’s sweat-soaked hair and pulled him so my lips were flush against his ear. “Come in me, baby. Give it to me.”

Brett’s eyes flared, his face contorted in pleasure as he grunted and fucked me into the mattress. His jaw clenched, and he tensed. His cock swelled between my walls.

“Come for me, baby.” My voice hoarse and spent from moaning his name.

Brett grunted, his eyes fluttering shut, his entire body trembling. He pumped into me harder, his thrusts becoming more erratic as if his body was trying to escape the intense pleasure. I clawed at his back, my nails digging into his skin, my heart pounding in my chest.

“Fuck, Julia, I'm gonna come,” he growled.

My pussy clamped around his cock, milking him for every drop that was about to explode. One final thrust, pushing deep into me, lost it. Hot cum filled me, spilling inside my walls. The sensation was overwhelming, the connection so intense it was almost spiritual.

As he collapsed on top of me, his breath ragged, his heart pounding against my chest, I knew this was where I wanted to be. And I never wanted to go back because being here, with all of Brett’s weight on top of me, never made me feel so safe and at home.

Eventually, we repositioned our sticky bodies and lay beside one another, staring at the white tray ceilings. This was a nice apartment, and I wondered how much rent cost here. I never thought about Brett’s financial position, but I couldn’t help but be impressed with the more details I learned.

“What are you thinking about?” Brett asked, throwing a lazy arm across my bare breasts, teasing a semi-hard nipple.

“How much is your rent?” I turned my head and ran a finger along his perfectly square jaw.

“Of all things, this is what pops into your head?” Brett laughed. “Why do you want to know?”

I shrugged. “I was just wondering. You don’t have to answer.” And threw him a casual smile.

“Four thousand.”

“What?” I gasped.

“What can I say? It is what it is in this area.” A fading grin rippled across Brett’s face, and I couldn’t help but lean in and kiss those irresistible lips.

When I pulled away, I peered at him through hooded lids. “Move in with me.”

Brett's eyes widened, but a hint of mischief sparked in them. "What did you just say?" He propped himself up on his elbow and ran a hand up my exposed inner thigh.

I giggled and stopped the hand from any further intrusion. “I’m being serious. "Move in with me," I repeated, this time with more conviction.

“You’re really serious?” Brett raised an eyebrow.

“I mean it. And I know you won’t believe this, but when your mom came to see me today, she said she was worried I’d be missing out on someone great in my life because I was letting the past dictate my present. And then she said I could be acting this way with any man, not just you. That’s when it hit me. I didn’t want to see myself with anyone else. I only want you.” My eyes dropped from his bottomless orbs to his mouth. “So, what do you say?”

Brett leaned in, our foreheads touching. “Should I start packing now?” His laughter filled the room, and I joined in. "I guess so." He pulled away and pushed a loose strand of hair behind my ear. “How did I ever land someone as amazing as you? I’m so lucky.”

I kissed his inner wrist, leaning into his hand, and said, “We’re lucky. So stupidly lucky.”

One year later…

I had planned this dinner meticulously over the last two months because that was how long I had the ring. I had no doubts that Julia would say yes to marrying me. We had been living together for one solid, blissful year, and the girls loved their new life. I was in love with my life, and Julia was happy. I just yearned to stake my claim on her, which meant marriage for me. From the first day I met her, I knew. And I finally understood whenever someone would tell me, ‘When you know, you know.’

We were in the midst of a heavy renovation of our home. We kept Julia’s house and decided to expand it. My first request? A man cave because I was officially in a girl’s house. Julia would tease me that I would forever be surrounded by women here because of my playboy past. I guess it was a form of payback, but I never told Julia I wouldn’t want it any other way.

I invited over family and Amelia when I popped the big question. Everyone knew this was the plan, and I thought I had mentally prepared myself for the moment. Still, my body vibrated with nerves and excitement. I couldn’t mess this up. The only hiccup? Our house was a disaster from all the renovations. I had exactly six hours to transform the dining room into an eatable space. Julia was in a pissy mood and took the day off from work, saying whatever she ate last night hadn’t agreed with her but reassured me that she’d be up for dinner. I told Julia I had arranged this meal to show everyone the progress and transformation the house underwent.

We added two more bedrooms and expanded our master suite, adding a balcony and fireplace. Julia told me it was too over the top, but I saw it as our romantic oasis. A pool house with all Lucite furniture per the girls’ request. All new masonry around the front yard. I was begging for a Koi pond, but Julia said absolutely not. Oh well. I couldn’t with them all. The next project to tackle was the basement, which would be my man cave, which was still unfinished after the flood over a year ago. And finally, the kitchen. I wanted a fantastic chef’s kitchen to cook my girls the best cuisines made from the freshest ingredients—a small perk for owning a supermarket.

The hammers and drills echoed throughout the house as I raced against the clock. I sweated profusely, darting from one corner of the dining room to another, trying to transform the chaos into an inviting space. But with every step I took, my mind wandered back to the ring hidden in my pocket.

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