Page 16 of 4th and Goal
“No! Eyes on me!” Her gaze snaps back to me, my hand back on her throat. “Deepest pussy in existence, baby girl. You’re taking all of me, so good, because it’s yours. Every part of me belongs to you, do you understand?” She nods; her eyes locked on me. “You want my cum?”
“Please!”
“Should I paint all this milky white flesh with my seed? Or do you want me to fill up this pretty pink gash?”
“Decisions, decisions,” she mutters and my hips stutter. I raise my hand and bring it down hard on her left ass cheek. She yelps with a grin. “I want to feel it inside me, please?”
Sweat rolls down my temple, my back, and chest. My muscles burn, it’s been years since I’ve used them properly, and never like this. I’m gonna have to up my workouts to keep her fucked and happy.
I push her legs out to the sides. I grab her hands and move them above her head until I’m stretched over her. My abs are gonna hate me tomorrow, but I need to be closer to her. She drapes her legs over my hips, her heels digging into my lower back. Lilly lifts her head and sucks my bottom lip into her mouth, then bites it lightly. Growling into her mouth, I hold her wrists in one hand and trail the other down her body, pinching her nipples, gripping her hip, then finding her clit between us and rubbing tight circles with my thumb, all while my hips pump, pump, pump.
“Cum for me, baby girl, and take me with you.” She nods, wanting to cum so bad, but not quite there again. Dipping my head, I suck a nipple into my mouth, batting it with my tongueuntil I feel her cunt ripple. I tug with my teeth, pinch her clit, and slam home. She cums, and this time I allow myself to follow her over the edge into oblivion. I roar around her nipple but never let it go. Her body milks me until I’m empty and floaty.
Carefully, I release her hands and slowly move until the cramp in my abs goes away. Definitely need to up my workouts. Her hands run up and down my sweaty back, she rubs her cheek against mine, sighing contentedly.
“What’s…what’s the difference between fucking and making love?” She questions a few minutes later, my softening cock slipping free of her sinful body. I chuckle at her question, resting my head against her chest. I stick my tongue out and poke her nipple. She squeaks and slaps my back, covering her breast with her other hand.
“Less collateral damage.” I feel her laughter beneath my cheek, loving the way her body shakes from the force of it. She has the best laugh.
“Your lamp is dead.”
“It was a noble death.” Forcing myself to get off her, I sit back on my heels, loving how she looks now. Debauched and dirty and well fucked. Her brows furrow as her eyes run over my torso. I’m not fat, but I’m not chiseled either. I’m solid slabs of muscle. Always been husky, and never been ashamed of how I look, but right now, I’m not sure what she’s thinking. When she realizes I’m watching her watch me, her cheeks pinken.
“You’re so handsome. Sexy.” I pat my stomach and open my mouth to make a joke, but she lifts her foot, her toes on my lips to stop me. “You surround me. And I feel safe. Cherished. Loved for the first time in my life, Brody. You’re gorgeous, but you’re sexier than any man I’ve ever seen, because you’re mine.” I nip her big toe, then grab her ankle and rest her foot on my chest.
“I love you.”
“I love you so much.” She replies, tugs her foot free and turns her upper body to peer down at my broken lamp. “Why don’t we give the fallen soldier a proper send off, rehydrate, then you can show me what it’s like to make love.”
Lilly 13.
Kitchen counter. Shower. Couch. Dining table. SUV. Bed. I mentally tick off the numerous places Brody and I have had sex over the last couple of weeks. And I’m still counting…
Sex is awesome! It’s not boring at all. So many varied and inventive ways to be intimate with another person. Brody has an active imagination and I’m reaping the benefits of his creativity.
I was wrong. So very wrong. Everything I believed Conner to be was what I was taught, what I was shown to look for in a relationship. The passion, the fire and mad lust were never discussed because I firmly believe the adults in my life never experienced it themselves. While I’m loath to think of my parents in this way, there is no doubt in my mind they never burned as hot and bright as Brody and I do. How could they, and then fizzle into glorified roommates over the years? No, they can never know what they’re missing, and I would have happily lived in ignorance right alongside them, oblivious to what a real partnership, true love means.
Until Brody. And it’s not just the sex, though again, it’s awesome! It’s feeling connected to someone in a visceral way. Their hurt is your hurt. Their joy is your joy. Sharing a heart, sharing a soul, swimming side by side in the sea of endless possibilities of a future you both are working so hard to build together.
Jenna tells me not to beat myself up for wasting so many years. Brody feels just as guilty, knowing we could have had all this so much sooner. However, Jenna often reminds me that who we are today has been formed by all that we’ve survived and perhaps we have finally come together because neither of us was ready until now. I’d like to think she’s right, though I do not like telling her that. My time with Conner gave me a different perspective, allowing me to fully embrace my connection with Brody because I had something to compare it to. To understand how special what we have is amidst the millions of decisions we’ve made along the way that could have kept us from meeting, or working together, forming a friendship first, and finding unending love.
Someone knocks on my office door, and I startle, my chin slipping from my upturned hand. I manage to stop my chin from smacking into my desk. That’s what I get for daydreaming during work hours.
“Come in.” I straighten in my seat, attempting to look professional. Brody opens the door and pops his head around it with a sexy grin.
“Lils.” I feel my cheeks flame and I know the moment he notices since his grin grows and he chuckles. “Whatchya thinking about?”
“Logistics,” I answer vaguely. Something heats in his eyes, and he enters, shutting the door behind him. I hear the lock click. Like Pavlov’s dog, my pussy tingles, my nipples harden, and my spine snaps to attention.
“Funny. I was thinking about logistics too.”
“Really?”
“Yeah.” He saunters around my desk. I swivel in my chair to face him. He smirks down at me, then he’s lifting me up and sittingme on my desk. Inches from my face, he tells me, “I was thinking about this fucking skirt you teased me with this morning and the most expedient way to get it up over your hips and your cum in my mouth.” Hand against the front of my throat, he urges me to lay down on the clean side of my desk, parts my legs with his big body, and shoves my skirt up. I try to watch, but he won’t let me, his hold on my throat just tight enough to keep me in place. Thick fingers slide the gusset of my underwear to the side, and between one breath and the next he’s filling me up with at least two, maybe three fingers. He doesn’t pump them like usual, rather turns his hand over so his fingers massage against an ultrasensitive spot inside, his thumb on my clit. He does this weird thing where it feels like he’s trying to rub his thumb against his two fingers despite my body being in the way. It lights me up instantly, every nerve ending in my body on fire. My hands slam on the desk, futilely gripping the smooth surface, as he tries his level best to kill me with overwhelming drugging pleasure.
“God, Lils, the way your body sings for me…nothing better than watching you drown in ecstasy, knowing my fingers, my tongue, my cock are the only things in this world that can unravel you so completely. I want you to let it happen, baby girl, let it take you under.” He leans over me, his fingers still driving me wild with need, his upper lip curling as he demands, “Cum.”
I nod, close my eyes, and let it happen as he said. My back bows, my neck arches, and my poor legs shake uncontrollably. Suddenly his fingers are gone, and I feel empty until he latches his mouth to my pussy and sucks the rest of my orgasm straight from the source.
