Page 81 of Without You

The second it’s in place, he’s thrusting up into me. I cry out in pleasure-pain and swear to him that he better not stop when he asks if he needs to give me time.

My hands are on his chest, giving me leverage as I move up and down, my hips moving back and forth and grinding into him. Beads of sweat start forming down the center of my back and I drop my head back, looking at the ceiling and letting out a shout.

“You there?”

“Yes. I’m… there.”

His hips move faster and his fingers splay across my back while his other hand slips between us, his thumb finding the sweet spot with no trouble and then I’m flying.

Without a doubt, the biggest orgasm I’ve ever had. Wave after wave hits me like I’m in the ocean, being sucked away in the riptide. I’m lost forever and hope to never be found.

Suddenly I’m on my back and Brody is over top of me, his body pounding into me hard and fast and relentlessly. I love it. I love the way he’s being rough and unapologetic about it. I love that he’s taking what he needs from me, but in a way that he’s making sure I’m getting what I need first.

“Can you come again?”

Again? I’m barely recovered from the first one! He expects me to…

“Oh!” Apparently, I can come again.

There’s a first time for everything, I suppose. Brody lifts one of my legs over his shoulder and the different angle has my eyes rolling into the back of my head. We try to kiss but it’s sloppy and messy, our lips barely connecting. He tries to lean down to suck on my nipple but we’re moving too much. Our bodies are colliding against each other and then he moves faster and my cries turn louder.

He moans and pushes hard into me and then I see Brody at his most beautiful. When he lets go completely and gives everything to me.

I’ll never recover from this.

It’s the moment that I realize that I’m gone for Brody. Love? Not sure yet. But it’s close.

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