Page 26 of Healing Hearts
With one smooth motion, I thrust into her, filling her completely as she cries out in pleasure and adjusts to the sensation. We pause for a moment to savor the feeling before I begin to move slowly at first, then building a steady rhythm that has us moving together in unison. Her legs wrap around my waist, pulling me closer and urging me deeper inside her. As we lose ourselves in each other's embrace, we rock together on the gently swaying boat. Every touch and movement is amplified by the rocking motion of the boat.
"Harder, Trevor,"she pants, her fingernails digging into my back in a delicious mix of pleasure and pain."Please, don't hold back."
Her words serve as fuel to my desire, and I comply, driving into her with more force, our bodies slapping together in a primal rhythm. I feel her tightening around me, her inner walls gripping my cock like a vice as she reaches her climax,pulsating and milking me for all I’m worth. Her cries of pleasure fill the small room, pushing me closer to the edge, and I can’t hold back any longer even though I want to pull another orgasm out of her.
"Fuck, Brooke,"I groan, my voice strained with the effort of holding back. But I can't resist any longer and with two final thrusts, I spill into her with an intensity that leaves us both breathless.
We lay entangled in each other's arms, our hearts racing and our bodies glistening with sweat. A rush of emotions overwhelms me as I realize the intimacy we've shared tonight. It's both exhilarating and terrifying all at once. I brush a stray hair from her face and gaze down at her with a mixture of satisfaction and awe. "You're incredible, Brooke. I hope you know that."I whisper, my lips gently brushing against hers.
She smiles up at me, her eyes sparkling with newfound confidence."So are you, Trevor."
As I hold her close, I know that this night is just the beginning of something truly special between us. Brooke has awakened a passion within me that I can't ignore or deny any longer…and I don’t want to.
Afterward, as we lay tangled in the sheets, Brooke traces lazy patterns on my chest, and I find myself memorizing every freckle on her shoulder.
"What are you thinking?" she asks, her voice husky.
I hesitate, unsure how to put these new feelings into words. "I'm thinking... I've never felt anything like this before for someone."
She props herself up on an elbow, studying my face. "Like what?"
"This connection we have. At least for me, it's more than just physical. It's like..." I search for the right words, my heart pounding. "It's like you see me. The real me and I want to show you the world."
A slow smile spreads across her face, making my breath catch. "I do see you, Trevor, and I like what I see…very much."
I pull her close, pressing a kiss on her forehead. This feeling, this intensity – it's unfamiliar territory for me. Part of me wants to run, to protect myself from the vulnerability, but a larger part wants to dive in headfirst, consequences be damned.
"You're something special, Brooke," I whisper, meaning every word. She snuggles closer, fitting perfectly against me.
As we drift off to sleep, I can't shake the feeling that my life has irrevocably changed for the better. Despite the fear niggling at the edges of my mind, I find myself looking forward to wherever this journey with Brooke might lead.
The gentle lapping of waves against the hull rouses me from sleep. I blink, momentarily disoriented in the early morning light, before memories of last night and who is lying next to me flood back. A smile tugs at my lips as I carefully extricate myself from Brooke's embrace after kissing her forehead, not wanting to wake her just yet. It’s still too early to get up for work, so I decide I want to make her breakfast and extend her stay here for as long as possible. Eventually the real world will invade our little moment of paradise, but not yet.
In the galley, I rummage through the small fridge, pulling out eggs and bacon I thankfully had purchased yesterday when shopping for the ingredients for dinner. The sizzle of meat hitting the pan fills the air as I work, my mind drifting back to Brooke and last night.
I want more of her…her time, her smile, her laughter…just more of her, but I don’t want to scare her off, either. Going through my schedule in my head, making plans on how to see her again…if she still wants to see me again…I accidently break the yoke on the egg and instead of eggs over easy, we’re now having scrambled eggs. Last night’s cooking escapade was an anomaly. This is how I usually cook…by accident.
"Something smells amazing," her sleepy voice startles me.
I turn, drinking in the sight of her wearing my shirt from last night, hair tousled from sleep and I’m instantly hard and want to drag her back into bed. "Good morning, beautiful. I hope you're hungry."
She pads over, peeking around my shoulder. "Starving, actually. Someone wore me out last night. Need any help?"
I kiss her on the forehead. "Nah, I've got this. Why don't you grab some coffee? Mugs are in the cabinet above the sink."
As we move around each other in the tight space, I can't help but marvel at how natural this feels. Like we've done this a hundred times before.
"So," I begin, plating up our breakfast, "any big plans for the day?"
Brooke takes a sip of coffee, her eyes meeting mine over the rim. "Nothing set in stone other than work. You?"
I settle across from her at the small table where we had dinner only last night. "I should probably check in at the hospital, see what my schedule looks like for the week."
A flicker of something – disappointment? – crosses her face before she smiles. "Of course. Duty calls, right?"
I reach across the table, taking her hand and kissing the back of it. "Hey, I had an amazing time with you, and I'd really like to see you again as soon as possible, if you're up for it."
Her fingers intertwine with mine, sending a jolt through my system. "I'd like that too, Trevor. A lot."
