Page 39 of All The Way Under
I catch his bottom lip between my teeth and give it back to him. Pulling away from the kiss slowly, I let my gaze find his. His lids at half-mast, he is wildly turned on. Brody’s blue eyes hold a soft intensity. There’s a depth I’ve seen before, but never like this, never just for me.
Releasing his lip, it pops back into place. We stare at each other for a few breaths without speaking, letting the heat simmer like a volcano. The water rushes down around us, encasing us in this mind-altering moment.
I whisper, “But are you mine?” I finally ask.
Something flashes behind his eyes, and I wonder if I’ve ruined it, if he’s retreated to the place where he hides.
I hold my breath and press my lips against his in case this is it. If this is all I get, I’m going to make the most of it right now.
Brody takes the soap that’s sitting on the rock next to my thigh and rubs it over his chest, ignoring the question that seems to have shaken him.
It was easy for him to call me his, but when the roles are reversed, it causes a riot inside him.
Taking the soap from his hand, I wash him all over, lingering on the rippling abs and the V that peeks out from his boxer briefs. He slides them off, and I continue my assault.
Brody’s dick is even more magnificent than I thought—thick, veiny, and long. Taking it in both hands, I lather it. He lets a moan slip, tipping his head back to stare at the rocky top of our secluded cave. While he was rough with my body, I’m careful with his, letting my hands slide over his balls softly.
Leaving his cock, I wash up to his neck and straddle him to wash the top of his back.
“Give me that,” Brody says, tone cracking on the last word as he takes the soap. Then he rolls our bodies into the cool water below us to wash the soap off.
I slide off my panties and toss them on the rock. Our bodies are slick, pressed up against one another. The temperature of our skin offsets the cool tropical water splashing behind us.
He pulls me to stand on a stone that’s next to the rocky cave wall so we can both stand. The water is waist deep, but he pulls me up his body slowly, a crawl, so I rub against first his dick, then every rippling ab, until I’m able to wrap my legs around his waist, and his lips are taking mine.
He cups my ass with one hand and holds my head with the other, taking possession of my body in all ways. He groans, pulling me closer. My clit is sensitive. I circle my hips so I’m rubbing myself against his abs.
I pull away from the kiss, my hands on the sides of his rough face, and look into his eyes.
“Brody,” I whisper his name, my lips brushing against his as I plead my case. “I need you.”
There’s another flicker of something, but this time it vanishes quicker than before.
“I need you too,” Brody replies, kissing me slowly in between each word.
I leave my eyes open because there’s something about this action that feels like I’m being worshipped.
Sliding from my mouth, he kisses my neck and lowers me down his body, pushing me toward his dick. My heart hammers with anticipation and need. The moment seems surreal. The location. His body. His words and actions are so tender and pure that it almost feels as if he’s someone else entirely.
I close my eyes when I feel warmth, his hard tip at my core.
“Open your eyes,” he growls.
I obey.
“I want to see the moment you know.”
“I know what?” I ask, squirming, trying to get him inside me. I clutch his biceps and watch his muscular body as he holds me at bay.
“The second I become yours,” he replies, finally allowing my hips free.
I slide down, letting him feel me. I cry out, forgetting where we are and who is on the other side of the wall of water. Brody puts a hand over my mouth as he starts fucking me, long and hard, his blue gaze locked on mine as he slams into me.
I add to my memory bank. This is a porno.
He closes his eyes as he fills me for just a moment, relishing the sensation. The ecstasy blankets my body as the cool temperature of the water dissipates from the fire burning between our bodies. My core clenches automatically when he thrusts into me deep and holds.
“Fuck,” he whispers.
