Aroused and on the brink of despair, he inched his dick inside her slowly. A shot of awareness flowed through him and reached all his nerve endings. Groaning, he reveled in the heady sensation of entering her tight cunt. God. He sucked in a breath, pacing himself. “Are you okay?”
“Yes,” she hissed, rocking her hips into him.
Oxygen left his lungs, and, in a sexual haze, he had to rub his eyes to keep focus.
Swallowing, he contemplated the gorgeous woman on all fours, the sweat covering her back, strands of her lustrous hair falling down her shoulders. She wanted him—hell, she kept moving and rocking into his hips, begging for more.
Maybe she was ready—after two orgasms and how shamelessly wet she was. He bent a bit and thrust inside her pussy, so tight, every part of her clung to his cock, provoking electric charges within him. More, being inside her brought all of his system into high alert, as if he’d spent his entire life eating oatmeal and now he savored his first chateaubriand steak.
“Feels so good,” she said.
He clasped her shoulders and withdrew himself halfway then slammed into her deeper. An animalistic force took over him, an inside voice urging him to claim this woman, to fuck her, to make her his.
Suddenly, she stopped swaying, and he followed suit. Panic pounded his temples, and he opened his mouth to ask her what was wrong when she lunged forward, breaking their scintillating contact. Shit. A shiver raced down his spine.
His heart halted, and he ran his fingers down his face. What had he done? “Alexa, I’m sorry—”
“I have to look at you,” she said, positioning herself on his lap, wrapping her legs around his. “I need to see who’s fucking me. I have to know it’s you.” She stroked his cock, and he groaned, loving her palm on him. Biting her lower lip, she guided him inside her soaking wet pussy.
He stared deep into the complex depths of her baby blues. Different shades of azure filled her irises, and flecks of an emotion he couldn’t pinpoint flashed in her eyes. His gut clenched, and he wondered if he should just stop their lovemaking altogether. Something had shifted, and if he—
“Eyes on me,” she said, cupping his chin.
He blinked, and she angled her head closer to his, catching his lips in a kiss.
I have to know it’s you. Her words rang in his ears, but before he delved deeper into their meaning, she thrust her hot tongue into his mouth, crushing any possibility of rational thinking. His body roared, sending him warning signs.
He stroked his tongue with hers, melding them together, teasing her, exploring her sweetness. She tightened her legs around him, giving him the chance to fuck her deeper. Harder. God, she wanted him like that, and he wasn’t strong enough to deny her.
He ripped his mouth from hers, his breath ragged. “It’s me, baby,” he said, his voice hoarse. “I’m the one for you and no one else.” The words escaped him before he made sense of them, but he didn’t care.
She adjusted herself on his lap, swaying back and forth, working that pussy on his dick. “Oh, yes,” she said, falling on the mattress and taking him with her. “Fuck me, Brooks.”
Growling, he grabbed her left leg and tossed it over his shoulder, so he could ram into her harder. Her inner walls clung to him in an airtight motion, his cock swelling even more. He felt his blood rushing to the tip, euphoria pumping in his veins. So close. So damn close.
Without taking his eyes off her, he retreated then slammed back inside, the way he’d done earlier, but with much more intensity. She scratched his shoulders with her nails, adding more sensations to his already overwhelmed system.
He continued the erotic dance, his balls slapping her each time he thrust faster, until she contracted her pussy around him one last time and announced her orgasm with a cry that reverberated through him. Following her cue, he withdrew then slammed into her one last time. His heart thundering in his chest, the loud groan he produced left his throat raw and parched. Flashes of light popped on his field of vision, and he groaned, succumbing to the pleasure riding his body, as she milked every drop of him inside her.
He slumped next to her, sighing with exhilaration. When he brought her with him, entangling their limbs, a quiet sobbing yanked him from his post-sex haze. Propping himself on his elbow, he glanced at her. “Why are you crying, Alexa?”
…
Alexa peered up at the ceiling, not making any effort to wipe the tears streaming down her cheek. Her vision blurred, and soon her nose got constricted. This wasn’t how she expected to end the night with Brooks. She’d had sex with a few other men after her stepfather had abused her, but she’d been able to compartmentalize her miserable past from the intercourse sessions.
Maybe the high level of excitement had triggered her—opened a small door into her consciousness she’d thought had been long shut. She hadn’t experienced much pleasure with her dates—the affairs had been pragmatic and mechanic.
With Brooks…emotions guided her, frightening her. She’d needed to see his face—needed to see him and realize she deserved this. Deserved the pleasure.
A drop of hope fell into her ocean of uncertainty, quickly infecting the banks of water, and uplifting her. She’d done it, despite old painful memories. She’d made it to the finish line and come undone.
“Is this anything I’ve done? I’ve never had a woman have this reaction after sex,” he said, his voice both playful and concerned.
She shifted on the bed, loving how their sweat-slicked bodies brushed. “What’s their usual reaction?”
He peered at her with a boyish grin that made her want to kiss him all over again. “They’re usually thankful and satisfied.”
“I’m both.”
He wiped a tear from her cheek. “Then why these, sweet Alexa?”
Sweet. She suppressed a chuckle. No one ever described her that way, and
