I hissed. “I need you so much.”
“Not as much as I need you.”
Suddenly, I was flat on my back. He started to kiss a trail down my body. My skin was more than just feverish. It was now a burning inferno.
Brody descended lower and lower taking my yoga pants with him until they’d been removed from my body. I was naked, but I needed him to be too so that I could feel him skin to skin, flesh to flesh.
My body hummed and so did my blood as it made its way through my veins. I clenched the soft cushions of the sofa as Brody kissed my hipbone, but when he kissed the delicate inner space of my thigh, and then the softness behind my knee, I almost came off of the couch.
The sofa was small so Brody kneeled on the floor as he continued to torture me with his lips and tongue. I lost myself in the feel of him. Already sexually on the edge, my inner muscles pulsed and clenched to the point of being more than uncomfortable.
I whispered. “I’m not sure how much longer I can take this.”
He growled, and I felt the vibration against my skin. “Now you know how I’ve felt these last two months.” God . . . he was taking great pleasure in torturing me.
I was squirming so much that he slid his hands underneath me to hold me in place. Brody closed his eyes, it looked as if he was basking in the scent of me. “Mmm . . . you smell so good. I’m sure you taste even better. My mouth is watering.”
Finally, he kissed me at the apex of my thighs. But it was the long, slow lick down the center of my core that had me about to explode. As a matter of fact, the second stroke of his tongue sent me over the edge.
I squeezed my eyes shut as I saw stars behind them and screamed his name. “Brodyyyyyyy . . .”
He didn’t stop just picked up the pace as I detonated. He thrust his tongue in and out of my body while I clenched tightly around him. Brody devoured every bit of me until he’d licked every last drop of my release.
Panting hard from one of the best orgasms of my life, I took deep breaths to calm myself, while he climbed up my body and kissed me. I could taste myself on his lips, and it made me crazy. The frenzied pace at which we kissed increased, our tongues challenged each other and was still filled was raw emotion and pure need.
As we continued to kiss, Brody placed one leg over his shoulder and then the other. He lined his dick up to my opening and thrust hard and deep.
I broke the kiss and screamed. “Yes!”
There was no gentle build up to feed our desires. Brody pulled almost all of the way out then, plunged into me again. Then, again and again at a maddening pace over and over. The incredible pleasure and sound of the back of my thighs slapping the front of his was bringing on another more powerful orgasm.
He watched as our bodies connected. It seemed to spur him on even more. His grunts were getting louder and so were my moans. It got to the point where I couldn’t tell which ones were mine and which were his.
“Come with me baby.” Brody closed his eyes, and I could see it all over his face that he was close to a release.
I felt my own as I started to convulse around him. One stroke . . . two . . . and then, there it was. “I . . . I’m . . . I’m coming!”
I dug my nails into his arms as he continued to pound me. I didn’t think it was possible for him to move any faster or harder but apparently, I was wrong. His thrusts were so powerful they moved the sofa from its original location.
And, then it happened. He felt it and so did I. The explosion.
*****
I woke up the next morning cocooned within the crook of Brody’s arm, my back to his front—completely naked, and feeling sore in all the right places. He made love to me so good I felt like singing. I couldn’t carry a tune, but that still didn’t keep me from wanting to try.
He was sleeping soundly. We’d slept next to each other for the past couple of months, but last night, or who knows maybe it was early this morning, he’d finally gotten a restful sleep. Great sex will knock you out every time. Wait, we didn’t have sex; we made love.
I couldn’t wipe the goofy smile off of my face. Brody showed me a million different ways how to love, and it still wasn’t enough. I turned around in his arms and studied his face. He truly was scrumptious. I would never have expected to be with a blonde hair, blue-eyed man. Talk about differences. But, he was my equal in every way—mentally, physically, and emotionally.
Our skin—mine caramel, his white with a golden tan—wrapped around each other beautifully. Watching how our bodies connected last night, it was impossible to see where one of us began and the other ended as he moved in and out of me.
I closed my eyes still basking in the way he made me feel and sucked in my bottom lip at the memory. Slowly, I inhaled his scent then opened my eyes only to stare at him like some lovesick fool.
