Page 80 of Without You

No. No, he doesn’t.

I stand up on shaky legs with my arms wrapped around my stomach. He’s brought me to the brink of orgasm twice now and I’m unsteady on my feet and feeling self-conscious of how I look. I’m not ashamed of my appearance, but I also haven’t had a life-long dedication to eating healthy and working out. I go in spurts of watching what I eat and making sure I get thirty minutes of exercise daily to binge watching Netflix for six hours and watching the chips and pizza disappear into my mouth.

“Don’t hide from me,” he says in a husky voice. “You’re beautiful.”

“To you,” I amend, clarifying.

Brody shakes his head. “Not just to me, especially to me. The most beautiful woman I’ve ever laid eyes on, and you’re mine. My beautiful.”

Oh, well, in that case… I drop my arms and muster up all the courage inside of me and hook my thumbs around the top of my underwear, take a deep breath when I see his eyes follow my movements, his breath stalls in his lungs, and his tongue snakes out to lick his bottom lip.

Inching the lace panties down over my hips, I bend at the waist, push them down my thighs, and then let them drop to the floor. Foot by foot, I step out of them. “Your turn.”

Where I removed the tiny scrap of material slowly and teasingly, he removes his with gusto. It takes no time for him to be completely naked in front of me, standing at attention proudly, boxers flung across the room and forgotten.

My own breath goes shallow as I take him in. All his naked glory. And glorious, it is. He’s not too big but still looks bigger than average. Like the rest of him, he’s perfect. God did good the day he created Brody.

“I don’t know where to start,” he says, staring at every inch of me. Up and down. Down and up. He takes me in, encouraging me to do a circle so he can see my backside, too. I’ve never been so thoroughly inspected and it should make me ill at ease, but it doesn’t. A minute ago, I was insecure with myself, but I’m his beautiful and I know that every word out of his mouth is nothing but the truth. He wants all of me. Inside and out.

“We’ve got all night,” I whisper.

He looks at me like he wants to say something else but settles on, “Yeah, we do.”

I step backward until the back of knees hit the mattress and climb onto the bed, doing my best to look sexy while I scoot but am not sure I’m achieving that goal.

Like a lion on the prowl, he approaches. Slowly stalking toward me, his hardness so tantalizing that I can’t stop myself from reaching out and wrapping my hand around it. He groans and crawls onto the bed, stretching out next to me on his back.

I want to spend long intimate moments getting to know what he likes but I have a feeling right now isn’t going to be it. I’m so geared up and ready, the slightest brush of his knuckles against my center has me shifting and moaning.

Squeezing just a little, I pump my hand up and down his silkiness, rubbing my thumb over the tip. There’s a little drop of precum and I lean over so my mouth can join my hand in the fun. I’ve never truly looked forward to this part of the night with a man, partly because I wasn’t sure if I was any good at it, but right now I think I must have been crazy and if I’m not mistaken, I’m damn good at it. Having this much power, hearing Brody’s groans and watching his face twist and eyes squeeze shut as I suck him in as far as he can go, it’s addicting.

“Oh, fu…ck. Katie. Shiiiiiit.”

His moans of pleasure spur me on and give me the confidence I need to keep going. My hand and mouth work together as his fingers find the spot between my legs. The sounds that we’re making together only furthers my desire but then he taps me on the shoulder, like he’s tapping out of a wrestling match.

“Stop. Stop. I don’t want to come like this and I… fuck, Katie. Stop.”

“Stop? You want me to stop?”

“No. Shit. Yes. I want…”

I sit up, amusement written all over my face. I kiss him on the lips and move so my legs are straddling him. “How’s this? This make it better?” I purr.

“Much.” He pulls me down to him by the back of my head and attacks my lips with the same enthusiasm as he showed removing his boxers. His tongue twists against mine, his fingers bite into the back of my head, and between our bodies, I can feel his hardness grazing across my clit.

His hips move up and down, the back of his shaft sliding across me and triggering the sensitive bud. My legs begin to quake and I cry out his name, begging him not to stop.

“Never,” he promises.

“I’m going to hold you to that,” I moan breathlessly.

“Good. Katie. It’s been a while for me and if you’re not okay with it, I’m prepared, but if you’re covered and you trust me, I’d really like to feel all of you.”

No condom.

I’ve never been with a guy without a condom before.

I hesitate only a second but he catches it and without asking, reaches over and grabs a condom out of his nightstand. He rips the wrapper open with his teeth, hands me the rubber, and I reach between us to slip it on.

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