Page 95 of Love Resurrected
“Was it good?” she calls back to me as she walks through the kitchen to a mirror. I think back to last night. Not so much about the emotion I felt, ’cause I’m overthinking that to death, but the lasciviousness of it all.
* * *
My mouth was on hers, our tongues dueling for control. I wasn’t nice about the kissing, but she met me stroke for stroke.
“Not gonna be gentle,” I mumbled against her mouth.
“I don’t want gentle.”
My dick jumped at that. “Not going to be slow either.”
She smiled wickedly. “What are you waiting for?”
I lifted her by the ass and pulled her against me, and she wrapped her long legs around my waist. “Last door on the left.”
We made it to her room, and I literally tossed her onto the bed. “Strip.”
I watched as she scrambled to her knees and unzipped the one-piece thing she was wearing. Her bra underneath was all lace and pale pink, her nipples straining to break free. I undid my pants and let them fall open, reached in to grab my cock, and stroked it.
“Bra.”
She reached behind her and unhooked it, then lowered her arms. Both the bra and the top of her outfit fell to her waist, revealing a soft stomach and full breasts with hardened peaks. She reached up and pinched them, moaning softly. A groan escaped me despite myself.
I pushed at her chest, knocking her back against the bed, and pulled at her clothes until she was lying bare before me. Her hair was tousled, cheeks flushed, chest heaving. She was fucking sublime.
“On your hands and knees.”
She immediately assumed the position, ass high in the air, forearms against the mattress, head hanging low. I grabbed her by the hips and pulled her back to the edge of the bed.
“Wait!” she cried as she scrambled back to the head of the bed and rummaged through the nightstand drawer, returning with a strip of condoms.
Thank god, because I was gonna go bare. Again. Don’t know what the fuck my problem is.
I rolled the condom on, lined my cock up, and plunged all the way in.
No warning.
No foreplay.
She cried out and threw her head back. I wrapped my hand in her hair to hold it there and I slammed into her again and again. And again. So tight. So wet. As I thrusted forward, she pushed back, in perfect symmetry.
It was fucking heaven.
“Ohmigod, I’m going to come.” She cried out my name as she spasmed around my cock, which was all it took for me to lose it. I pumped everything I had into her. It felt amazing, her muscles milking me dry as the condom filled.
She collapsed to the bed and I fell with her, covering her back with my chest. I’d removed my shirt, but my pants were still around my hips. I couldn’t catch my breath. Not for minutes after. My head was spinning. The only way to describe it was explosive.
And my dick was still hard after. I had to fuck her twice more before I finally felt satiated. She came so many times the sheets beneath her were wet. And when I returned from the bathroom, having disposed of the final condom, she lay there, spread eagle across her bed, her body still and limp. I’d watched her for a minute before crawling in next to her. By the time I did, she was asleep.
* * *
“Yeah, it was,” I tell Remi. “It was really fucking good.”
She rejoins me at the table. “Then you take that, Brad. You take that and you keep that for you. Because you deserve to be happy. We all do. Life is too short not to be. Kat wanted this for you. So, give it to her. Love her enough to be happy again.”
Love her enough to be happy again.
I let that sink in.
