Page 23 of Forever Finds Us
My body danced around another orgasm just slightly out of reach, but when he stilled and raised his head, the intense look in his eyes told me to prepare myself. He had grown hard again; his rigid heat pulsed against my belly.
“Let’s go to bed,” he rasped, and I shivered.
He offered his hand as I stepped from the shower, blatantly admiring his body and all its muscled edges, and then he wrapped me in a towel and picked me up like I weighed nothing.
No one, and I mean no one, had ever tried to lift me, and especially not while I was wet and slippery, but Brand accomplished it easily, and then, licking his lips like a hungry tiger, he carried me to the bed and placed me gently on the messed-up sheets, fulfilling the fantasies I’d been having all day.
I hoped I’d done a good job of washing my mascara off in the shower, ’cause if not, raccoon eyes were a definite possibility. He didn’t seem bothered though.
Carefully, he lay me down and tugged the towel away, and then careful went right out the window when he gripped the backs of my thighs and dragged my ass to the bed’s edge.
His mouth teased and his breath heated my inner thigh. It felt like he was searching for just the right spot, and when he found it, his teeth sank into my skin. Not enough to break through, but enough to leave a mark no one but him would ever see.
I gasped at the pinch and moaned, and he dropped to his knees on the floor and ate at my wet pussy like he was starved for me.
“Brand!” I cried out, trying to close my legs because the pleasure was too much. His tongue on my clit, flicking and fluttering, was almost ticklish now after two intense orgasms and nearly another, but he didn’t stop. He cupped his hands over my boobs and moved my body to the rhythm of his mouth. “Oh my God.”
And when he closed his teeth around the extremely sensitive, swollen nub, cum rushed from my body.
I screamed as I came, but he reached up to cover my mouth with his hand while his other moved inside me, fingers curling and coaxing my orgasm to heights I’d never reached before. Liquid literally squirted out of me. That had never happened before.
I’d read about it in book club, but damn! It was a strange sensation, but it was so hot, and the way he sucked it all down his throat, moaning and chanting, “Fuck yes,” was the sexiest thing I’d ever experienced.
I didn’t even have time to breathe before he was kneeling between my thighs, hooking my legs over his shoulders, and looking between us to watch himself enter and fuck me like I’d never, ever been fucked before.
I looked, too, and was shocked at the sight of his wide, reddened cock breaking me open at my core, like a fucking earthquake cracking gaping chasms into roads and earth.
My gaze latched onto his tightened abs as he rocked my whole body with his thrusts, and it moved lazily over his chest, smattered with coarse brown hair. His arms and shoulders were steel anchors over strong hands grasping the bedsheets beneath me, and still he pumped and rammed his cock inside me relentlessly.
The sound of his urgent, panting breath turned me on like nothing I’d ever heard before.
“Roxanne,” he whispered, lowering his head to rest in the hollow below my throat, his hips pistoning his cock in and out of me now in the most perfect rhythm. He’d practically folded me in half. I had no clue I was that flexible, but I’d never been happier to learn something new about myself.
Breathing in the scent of his sweat and shampoo from our shower, I wondered how much more my body could take. I wasn’t sure, but I was more than willing to find out. He could break me if he wanted to. At this point, I’d probably thank him.
Gripping the backs of my thighs in his hands, he pushed them closer to my chest and?—
Oh!
Now I was chanting, “Yes! Oh yes, yes, yes. Harder!”
The angle and the force with which his cock pounded at my cervix or whatever the fuck that slippery, fat, delicious appendage kept sliding into was utter divinity.
My eyes rolled to the back of my head, and my whole body froze and locked in place like I’d been suspended in thin air.
My fingernails embedded themselves into his ripped back, and Brand cursed against my sweaty neck when he came and my body devoured his cum like fucking Cookie Monster, chomping down chocolate chip cookies right there in the middle of Sesame Street!
My memory of what happened after the mind-altering sex was hazy at best the next morning.
The embarrassment I felt when I’d caught a glimpse of the bird’s nest my hair had become in the bathroom mirror made me want to run screaming from the room. I used my fingers and water from the sink to calm it down as best as I could, thinking Brand probably wasn’t used to waking up next to a yeti after a one-night stand.
All I could recall from last night after the sexcapades was Brand lifting me from the bed, readjusting my legs beneath the covers, and then his big, taller-than-me body slipping under the sheets next to me. I think I might have nuzzled back against him, and he might’ve wrapped his arms and legs around me as we fell into deep sleep.
I was only guessing though.
He panicked for a second ’cause we hadn’t used protection. How many times had he come inside me and no condom?
But I remembered mumbling something about birth control shots, and I’m pretty sure I made a joke about the side effects turning me into a nauseated, rabid bitch every three months.
