He kneaded my breast as his tongue circled around my tightly puckered nipple before finally pulling it into his mouth. The heat, the wetness, the suction . . . the pleasure was insane. My back arched off of the bed. I tangled my fingers into his hair, probably about to pull it out from the roots, as I pressed his head even closer. I’d been waiting for the moment the heat of his mouth made contact with the tips of my sensitive breasts. Brody sucked and sucked until I was mad crazy and sexually delirious. When he finished he made sure to give the same attention to the other one.
I hissed. He brought everything out of me including words spoken in Mandarin, French, and English. They all meant one thing, fuck me. He rubbed his steely thickness back and forth against my swollen flesh as he continued to love on my breasts. Our juices mixing together was like an erotic drug heightening my senses to another level.
“Ahhhhh . . . mmm . . . feels so good.”
He spoke with a mouth full of my breast. “Not as good as you taste.”
He moved his lips back to mine and began to kiss me all over again. The rhythm of the kiss matched the pace of him rolling his body into mine.
“Now, I think you’re ready.”
Panting, I agreed.
The next moment, he buried a finger deeply inside of me.
“Yaaaassss!” I clenched the sheets as I lifted my body off the mattress pressing forward into his hand. He still continued to torture me. I wasn’t expecting a finger, and it wasn’t enough. I continued to squirm for more.
Brody slowly pulled back only to thrust back into me again. “More?”
I couldn’t talk. I could only nod. When he added the second digit and crooked his finger in a way that touched my g-spot, my eyes rolled into the back of my head. Brody made love to me with his hands in a way most men hadn’t been able to do with their bodies. I felt the beginning spasms of an orgasm. Was this man really going to make me come just by using his fingers?
A thin layer of perspiration began to cover my body as Brody continued to drill into me over and over again until finally . . . I exploded! There was a scream trapped somewhere in my throat, but it came out as a cross between a moan and screech.
I still hadn’t come down from my sexual haze when he leaned over onto his nightstand for a little gold packet. It took him no time at all to roll on the condom. Once it was on, he got up on his knees and pulled me by my waist to him. I wasted no time wrapping my legs around him.
His own voice sounded strained as if he’d held out for as long as he could. “You ready?”
“Yes.”
“Then, hold on.”
I listened, dug my fingers in, and held on tightly to his arms. Brody lined the head of cock up to my center and thrust into me.
I screamed. “Ahhhhhhh!” He didn’t give me a chance to catch my breath before continuing to drill into me. It hurt so good.
I didn’t think he would fit, and it took a minute to adjust to his size, but I loved every time he pumped into me. I could feel the walls of my body pulse and tighten around him. The way he moaned and gritted his teeth, I think he felt it too.
“I-I’m close.” My head thrashed from side to side on the pillow. Brody’s powerful strokes were unrelenting. He was like a machine as he ground his body into mine. I wasn’t sure if I’d be able to feel my legs enough to walk tomorrow.
When we started our bodies had been covered in a light perspiration now we were wet with sweat. It dripped off of us as the slapping sounds of our bodies coming together increased.
Brody brought his forehead to mine then kissed me. “Come for me baby.”
Seconds later, I saw stars. And, moments after that, Brody growled out his own release.
I snuggled closer into his embrace. I felt carefree for the first time in too long to remember. “The sun is coming up.”
Brody smiled into my neck. “If you’re still talking I guess that means, I still have some work to do.”
I laughed. “Do you ever get tired?”
“I’d be more than happy to go another round with you, but I’m out of condoms. I have no idea how that happened.”
“That’s all I would need, a baby.”
“You say that like it’s a bad thing.”
“I don’t know. Being a parent means putting your child’s needs before your own. I’m not sure how good I would be at that.”
“But isn’t that what you’ve done for Cecily? Leaving her with two people who love her and can keep her safe, I would think that is the ultimate sacrifice.”
“I’ve often felt guilty about it. No one could say I’m the greatest influence.”
“Have you ever thought that maybe you’re too hard on yourself?”
“No. I can honestly say without a shadow of a doubt; I have never had that thought.”
Chapter 17
“Hahn. I’m checking in. What do you have for me? Did you find out who the bastard was that tried to kill me?”
“Gina, you need to get home as soon as you can. We have an idea of who but nothing we can confirm just yet. There is
