He had them through the door of the bedroom, pulling at the sorry excuse for a bathing suit cover-up, before he stopped dead in his tracks, looking around. He frowned, realizing this was the room she’d shared with another man, the man who’d taken her first, the man she’d been married to, the man who wasn’t him.
“It’s ok, Brett.” She reassured him, but she could see that he wasn’t ok with that, he’d never been ok with it. She started to say it wouldn’t matter where, for she and Hunter had made love all over this house, except for one room and Brett knew exactly which one, as if reading her mind.
He moved them to the opposite wing of the house, practically running at this point, and if his mouth hadn’t been back on hers, she would’ve laughed at his rush to get to her. But soon, he was bolting through the guest room door and her back was hitting the mattress as the mountain of a man covered her body with his own.
Her string bikini top was the first thing to go, and Brett’s massive hands squeezed and loved her breasts as her head flew back in passion. “Mmm,” she purred as his mouth loved one breast then the other. His hands began to undo the strings on her bottoms, and he ripped them off, a man crazed. Madi’s entire body literally hummed, ready for him, ready for the big member that was hiding behind those black swim trunks he was pushing down his hips.
When she saw it she moaned again, she wanted to feel his girth filling her like nothing she’d ever wanted before. She reached for him before he’d even gotten the trunks past his knees and squeezed the thick shaft with her fist, getting a growl out of him that made her sex tingle.
“Oh, Brett, I want you inside me. Now. Please?” she begged even as he moved atop her and aligned their bodies.
He brought an elbow next to her head, looking deeply into her eyes. One hand moved into her hair, his other hand cupped her face then descended her torso achingly slowly. His calloused palm covered her belly then hovered over the apex of her thighs. She felt his fingers separate her wet folds as she opened her legs wider and gasped when he dipped a finger inside her, preparing her further.
“I was so scared tonight, Madi, my beautiful Hera. The thoughts of another man…”
“Don’t do that to yourself, my love. He didn’t—”
“Even still. I’ve never wanted to kill someone as much as I did tonight. And I could’ve. I wanted to.”
“Shh, it’s over now.” Her hand caressed his square jaw. “I’m yours. I’ve always been yours. Now make me yours, Zeus.”
His brows drew and he gulped. Unspoken words passed between them. Years of pent-up emotions, desires, longing. Finally, Brett’s face relaxed into a subtle grin. “I’ve wanted you for so long, Madi. Just like this. I imagined this, dreamed it, yearned for it. For so long, so very long.”
The fingers in her hair stroked, just as his digits inside her did, and she whimpered and arched her hips, needing more.
And now you’re gonna get me, so take me, she wanted to plead but moaned again as he plunged deeper, two fingers this time. He withdrew and brought them to his lips, licking the nectar from them and making her desire skyrocket.
“Mmm, I love your taste, sweet baby.” Brett moved his wet fingers to her parted lips, letting her taste the combination of him and herself before switching them out for his tongue. Madi whimpered as he kissed her, her walls clenching as his fingers returned within her.
A growl came from the back of his throat then he said, “I wasn’t the first man to be inside you Madison Hope, but I will be the last.”
Madi didn’t protest as his big palm moved to grip her hip, his own hips arching. He let her hand guide his sex to hers. She felt the head of his shaft pierce her opening, gasping as her body hummed with vibrating energy. “Oh God,” she moaned as she felt him sliding inside her. Her hands moved up his back to his shoulders gripping him tightly as slow, incredible increments of time passed while he filled her womanhood with his steely member, in all the way to the hilt. When he settled over her, he kissed her mouth, letting her body accommodate to his size before he moved, withdrawing and plunging again. “Mmm.”
“Oh, Madi, baby. You’re even sweeter than I ever dreamed you could be.” He drove in deep as she wrapped her legs around him and pulled his body ever closer.
“Brett,” she whimpered, realizing what this moment meant. How in love with him she was and how incredible the union between them. How amazing his sex felt buried within her own, two contrasting pieces aligning together in perfect sync.
“Madison, my love, my queen, my heart.” He cupped her cheek as he made love to her tenderly, with both his erection and his eyes. His hands moved to her breasts, worshipping her flesh, then his mouth took her nipple and he suckled ever gently. He moved to the other breast before his head came back up and he gazed into her eyes as he claimed her.
She gasped as her head began to fall back in ecstasy. She was close to the edge, the head of his shaft making spirals of pleasure ripple through her. She gripped his biceps and absorbed his momentum, moving her hips each time he lunged, ever so leisurely—as if he had all the time in the world to hit that incredible spot over and over and over again.
Madi’s entire body began to quake with each plunge, and Brett chuckled in pleasure, basking in her responses. His hips angled, stroking her with his sex, loving her like she’d
