Page 13 of The Fighter who Needed Me
She nodded, and he pushed into her warm, wet heat slowly.
Groaning at the feel of her strangling his cock, her wetness coating him, made him surge forward.
Her nails dug into his shoulders and she let out a squeak. He paused, not even fully inside her yet, “Do you want me to stop?”
She shook her head, and gasped, “No, keep going. I feel full, and I ache Brooks. Help me!”
Brooks decided it would be better to not prolong her pain and surged all the way inside her in one thrust.
She let out a mewl and he went still, making her shake her head, “It doesn’t hurt. Please Brooks. Move, I need you to move.”
Brooks pulled his cock out to the tip and thrust back inside, watching her face for any sign of pain, there was none.
He thrust again and she moved her hips with his and it made them both groan.
He picked up his pace, thrusting in and out of her, slowly at first and then with more speed.
She let out little cries and moans when he picked up his pace and it was all he could do to not release his seed then and there.
He leaned back, wanting to see his cock disappear inside her, and as he did she lifted her leg higher on his hip, making him go deeper inside her.
She let out a gasped moan of his name and her sheath tightened on him, making him go faster.
Needing to feel her clench on him, he picked her other leg up and grabbed both hips, using her body for his pleasure.
Her back was arching off the bed and she held onto his forearms, her nails biting into his skin in a delicious amount of pleasure and pain.
She cried out one last time and as he watched her face when she spiraled into her climax it was the best thing he had ever seen.
And her sheath tightened on him, making him see stars and finally allowing his climax to barrell out of his cock and deep into her.
He grunted with the force of it, and when he was drained, he collapsed to the side of her and pulled her into his arms, burying his face in her hair.
They were both sweating and breathing hard and Brooks kissed her skin, her hair, anywhere he could, wanting to know how much he loved her.
Her quiet voice said, “I didn’t know love making could be like that. My mother never told me what to expect.”
Brooks shook his head, “I knew the logistics of it, but never in all my life thought it would be like that. But I also believe it is because you are mine. My soul. My heart. You aren’t just any woman; you are my life.”
She snuggled deep into his embrace and gave a yawn. “You are mine as well Brooks. I never knew what was out there, until you. Until now. And I am so grateful you were there when I needed you. That you found me. That you love me.”
He kissed her softly after turning her face to look at him, “I will always be here for you. Always. You will never be rid of me. Not ever again.”
She smiled and closed her eyes, her breathing slowing as she lay in his arms. “I love you my husband.”
He kissed her forehead softly, “I love you too wife.”
He went to sleep with her snuggled in his arms.
Happy as could be that he not only found the love of his life but married her.
Made love to her. It had been a revelation. And he had loved it.
But he did not know that his words to her would prove false.
As they sailed into the harbor the next day, Brooks did not know just how false his words of being there for her would prove to be.
