I couldn’t stand it another second. Why shouldn’t I pleasure myself? With my mind made up, I threw one leg over his hip, then climbed on top straddling him. Gently, I pressed him flat onto his back. My juices were already flowing before I’d even started pushing myself back and forth on top of his magnificent dick. I wasn’t really in control. My body was. It had a mind of its own as I rolled my hips around and around in a circle while holding my arms above my head.
It took absolutely no time at all for me to feel Brody’s erection. He was hard.
“Mmm . . .” I moaned at the sensation. My eyes fluttered closed at the same time he cracked his open.
His voice was groggy as his hands gripped my hips. “I can wake up like this every morning.”
I continued to writhe my swollen lips against him. I took my hand and positioned him at my opening. Slowly, I slid down until Brody was fully sheathed deeply inside of me.
He sucked in a breath.
I moaned and closed my eyes. This time, I wanted nice and slow, and that’s what I did. I rocked my hips back and forth excruciatingly slow, then up and down, never increasing the speed.
Brody ran his hands up my body until he cupped my breasts and gently kneaded and stroked them.
He could barely talk. “Baby you're killing me.”
I gasped when Brody thrust up into me and rolled his own hips. Still, he allowed me to set the pace. My orgasm started to build and so did his.
I picked up the pace just a little when my inner walls began to clench around him. Then, everything just became too much. I started to ride him and ride hard. I bounced up and down as I took my pleasure.
“Oh, gaaawd. I’m about to come!” He felt so good my toes curled.
Brody decided it was time to take over and quickly flipped me over onto my back before plunging deep into me. He held onto the headboard as he pounded into me over and over again. Moments later, we both found our release.
He collapsed on top of me when we were finished. After we caught our breath, he rolled over onto his side and pulled me back into his arms.
“Good thing the bullet missed my heart. Otherwise, you probably would have killed me, Ms. Lee-Xiou.”
Completely satisfied and utterly exhausted, I laughed. Quickly I found myself falling into another deep sleep until early afternoon.
*****
I woke up, stretched, and yawned. I whispered into Brody’s ear. “Hey, sleepy head. We’ve been in bed all morning. I’m thinking we should probably get up.”
Brody hugged me tighter. “I’m recuperating. I think we should stay here a little longer.”
“I’m pretty sure you are fully recovered, Mr. Windham. You’ve proven that and then some. Anyway, I’m starving.”
The phone next to my bed rang. I had to reach over him to answer it, and the tips of my breasts gently grazed his chest. He growled. “Keep doing what you’re doing; you’re never going to get out of this bed.”
I hadn’t ever felt this level of lightheartedness. “As long as you can perform, I’ll gladly stay in bed—after I eat.”
He pinched my nipple. “Sounds like a challenge to me.”
I giggled. I actually giggled and couldn’t help rolling my own eyes at myself as I put the phone to my ear. “Hello?”
“Ms. Lee-Xiou, this is Romelo. I have a young girl down here at the security gate. She said her name is Cecily Manchetti. What should I do with her?”
Chapter 16
Cecily Manchetti
Nervously, she stood outside the security gate of Gina Lee-Xiou’s home. It had taken almost three days after taking two busses, two planes, and a taxi to get there. Cecily couldn’t help but wonder what if she wouldn’t see her? The last time she was in Guilin it was such a horrible experience. It was possible, Gina just might leave her standing outside her gate. If she did, then Cecily would have to figure something else out.
Her Uncle Alex and Braylee were probably just now finding out that she wasn’t on the plane with the rest of her class for their foreign exchange trip. They wouldn’t understand her need to meet her birth mother. Cecily had questions, and she was the only one who could answer them. She would call to let them know she was safe later, even though they were going to be pissed.
Cecily’s backpack was heavy. It slipped a little off of her shoulder, and she hoisted it back up while waiting for the security guard to let her know if he had permission to let her inside the compound. She was hot and hadn’t changed her jeans and t-shirt since leaving home. Cecily could use a nice cool shower, but she was too nervous. The adrenaline was pumping through her veins. If she didn’t get a grip, her bottom lip was going to need medical attention from gnawing on it.
Suddenly, the gates began to open.
The guard gestured her inside. As she walked through them, he stuck his head out of the little window of the gatehouse. He spoke in Mandarin. “It’s a little
