Page 70 of Family Bonds: Alana & Brennan
“How?” he asked.
“Hard.” The word barely escaped her lips before he was slamming into her, her bed moving on the floor, her body telling her it couldn’t keep up and there was no reason to try.
She was coming again, a frenzy of explosions between her legs, him following closely behind.
There was so much throbbing going on below and she realized that some of it was him. That she could feel him pulsing inside of her.
He dropped on her seconds later, his weight welcome but not lengthy as he rolled and had her on his chest.
“Talk about a pleasant surprise,” she said, laughing. Her breasts were rubbing against his shirt, the cotton almost working her up again.
If she knew beforehand what Brennan was like in bed, she would have been terrified of moving forward and disappointing him.
Instead, she’d never felt more alive.
21
A LOT OF NEXT TIMES
“Do you want some more wine?” Brennan asked an hour later.
He had pulled his pants up and walked to her bathroom in the hall to take care of the condom, then returned to see Alana with a T-shirt and a pair of leggings on. He hadn’t expected her to keep her dress on but found that seeing her in more relaxed clothing was just as appealing.
“I’d love some,” she said, picking the bottle up and topping both of their glasses off.
They were on the couch in front of the fireplace, the flames high, giving a nice romantic feel to their night.
The last thing he’d thought he’d do was be rough with her, but something just clicked in his body, she gave him the green light, and he hit the gas to proceed.
“How are you feeling about things?” he asked. He wanted to make sure he didn’t scare her off or that she wasn’t thinking he was someone other than who she’d gotten to know.
He had a healthy appreciation for sex, but it wasn’t as if he partook in it often or with random women. He preferred to be in a committed relationship.
But there wasn’t anything wrong with exploring each other’s wants and desires.
Normally he didn’t do it the first time though.
“I’m feeling more content and relaxed than I ever have before,” she said, putting her head on his shoulder.
Her legs were over his thighs, the two of them cuddling into each other’s body.
There had been no talk on if he was spending the night, but it was early yet. Not even nine.
He’d like to stay but would wait to see her thoughts on it.
“I feel the same,” he said. “About earlier, I’m not normally like that.”
“Really?” she asked, curling her lip. “That’s a bummer. I’m not either, but I sure the hell loved it.”
He laughed. “I’m glad. I was worried afterward. During it I wasn’t thinking of much. It was more about us feeling each other.”
“I felt a lot,” she said. “And few thoughts went with it. Can I confess something to you?”
“I’d like you to,” he said, sipping his wine.
“I’ve never had sex with shoes on before. Nor have I purposely dressed like that intending to get sex.”
He was touched she’d done it with him.
