She moaned as I ran my hand down the length of her back, the skin smooth and delicious like warm honey. I lowered my head to kiss her there but quickly—too quickly—I could feel my cock straining. I grabbed another condom and practically shoved the thing on then moved to the sweet ass I loved and took hold of her hips to guide myself into her.
I plunged into her hot, wet heat, and we both groaned from the intensity, just like before, and just like before, she was deliciously tight. I began to move inside her. This time I couldn’t give her the slow, controlled pumps we both seemed to enjoy. I couldn’t do it. The position felt too good, and I just wanted to fuck her.
Every cell in my body erupted with need, and the sounds of pleasure that fell from her lips fed my desire for her. Her hunger and need matched mine. I pounded into her as she moaned loudly and cried out my name, and soon there were no more words, just the sounds of passion with the echo of our bodies slapping together. We gasped, moaned, and writhed against each other within the lock of our mad embrace.
I gritted my teeth against the oncoming sensation, not wanting to come. I just wanted to hold on for a little bit longer, just a little bit, but I couldn’t. She was too much. It was too much, anddamnshe’d had me all fucking night.
The need to explode built up within me, up to a rising crescendo. Then my desire for her took on a life of its own and I jackhammered toward a desperate climax.
I came with a growl, crying out in pleasure, and she did too, sharing the fireball of ecstasy that raged over us.
We both collapsed into a heap. I pulled her into my arms, holding her against my chest, and she closed her hand over mine. It was such a simple gesture in comparison to how we’d been just seconds before, but it did something to me. I took a few seconds to enjoy it then I moved to go take care of the condom in the bathroom, which was soaked from the leak. I’d come back later and fix that.
I held her again when I returned, lying next to her, enjoying the feel of her in my arms.
“I don’t want you to go.” She spoke against my chest and planted a kiss just above my right pec.
“I don’t want to go either.”
“But you have to,” she said, her voice barely above a whisper.
I did have to. “I’ll be back later.”
She lifted her head up and gazed at me. “Later?”
“Well, that pipe needs to be fixed, and I suspect you’re going to need the whole system replaced.”
She sat up and gave me a cunning look. “It could take days to do such a thing.”
The minute she said that, the perfect excuse formed in my mind.
Yes, pipes could take days.
“Weeks, even. I should make sure it gets all the attention it deserves.”
“Don’t make me jealous of the pipes.” She giggled.
“Believe me, I won’t.” God, I wanted her again. I looked at her gorgeous body and the wicked sexual look in her eyes, wanting her all over again.
Damn, I was even getting hard—again.
I pulled her into my lap and she slipped her arms around me.
“I want you again. I didn’t even know that was possible.”
“Take me then go in ten minutes,” she cooed.
“What the fuck have you done to me, Brooke?”
“Ryan 101: you can’t say no to Brooke.” She giggled, planting a line of kisses down my neck.
“Brooke 101: she’s damn irresistible. No man on earth could say no to her.”
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Brooke
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