“I’m sorry you lost your mother. How old were you?”
“Nine. She got sick, and all of a sudden, she was gone.” I try to shrug it off, but it isn’t easy. I don’t normally talk about it, but something about Brody makes me want to tell him everything. I want to trust him.
“That must have been very hard for you.”
“It was,” I say, lowering my eyes to focus on my food. “My dad… he didn’t take it well. I think it was hard for him to look at me since I look just like her.”
“Was hard? Is he not around anymore either?”
“He is. He just…” I stop trying to stuff my face and look up to meet Brody’s kind and understanding eyes. “He got remarried pretty quick and now he has a new family. I feel like I was relegated to an obligation he was stuck with, holding him back from moving on fully from my mom’s death. I just… don’t fit in.”
Brody stands and pulls me to my feet, his hands capturing my face as my body lands against his. He stares into my eyes, and I have to fight my tears. There’s so much intensity in his gaze that it makes my heart ache and sing at the same time.
“You fit with me,” he whispers before he brings his mouth to mine and kisses me languidly. This time his tongue does seek entry, but it’s timid in its request, and I’m more than happy to welcome it. He tastes like chocolate and vanilla, and it mixes with the lemon in my mouth in a delicious sweet and sour kiss.
I moan and wrap my arms around his neck, my body aching, my pussy responding. I’ve never had this urge to merge with a person before, but I have it right now. If I could somehow crawl inside Brody and exist there, I think I’d be happy to never climb out again.
“You seem too good to be true,” I murmur when our lips part. My hands slide over his hard chest, fingers playing with the buttons of his shirt.
“I could say the same about you, sweetness. I know this seems really sudden and surprising, but I saw you today and I just knew. I saw you and I thought, that’s her, the girl I’m going to spend the rest of my life with.”
A grin pulls at my mouth. “You’re crazy,” I say, leaning in closer. “This is crazy.”
He slides his hands through the length of my hair, down my back until they’re resting on the top of my ass. “Crazy wonderful,” he says, smiling back at me. “But when you know, you know. And I know, Maya. I know now, more than ever, that you and I belong.”
“Brody,” I whisper, sinking a little further.
“My Maya,” he says, his soft words tickling my lips before his mouth is taking mine again, and we’re kissing each other with a hunger I’ve never known before. Suddenly all those conversations I heard in the girl’s bathroom make sense, although this feels way better than that. This feels like…. Love. Would I be the crazy one if I thought that word so soon?
Brody
Dessert lies forgotten on the table as Maya and I move across the small living area and find ourselves on the couch, kissing and touching. I have a desperate need to get inside her soft, warm body and claim her as my own. But something about Maya tells me I need to take care to go at her pace. As much as I want to dominate her, I want to take care of her even more. So I’m being intuitive, reading her signals, and giving her what she wants when she wants it.
Which is why she’s currently straddled over my lap, controlling the depth and length of our kisses as she writhes on top of me. It’s driving me to distraction, my cock pressing against the zipper on my chinos, desperate to break free. I can feel the heat of her pussy, the warm damp of her juices as she rocks over me.
“You’re so beautiful, Maya,” I whisper, my hand on the back her head, fingers speared into the curly mass of hair.
She rocks her hips and whimpers, “So are you.”
There’s a softness to her voice. Aneedthat tells me how turned on she is. I shift my other hand from her ass on the outside of her dress to her thigh underneath her dress. She whimpers again.
“Want me to make that ache go away?” I ask, digging my fingers into her flesh and grinding upwards. She feels so good against my rod. Even with fabric separating us, I know I’m already leaking for her.
“How?” she whispers, her big tits teasing my mouth as they heave up and down, her pert nipples pressing against the cotton.
“You can keep grinding like you are. Or I can touch you—” I slide my hand further under her dress until I’m teasing the elastic of her panties “—taste you.” I grip a handful of bare ass and pull her closer, and I grind my cock against her.
She moans. “You’d really do that?”
“Of course. I can’t wait to get that sweet nectar of yours on my tongue.”
She pulls back slightly, her eyes searching mine as if looking for the truth.Who hurt this woman? Why is she so wary?“All right,” she whispers, sliding off my lap so she’s seated on the couch beside me, her knees drifting slightly apart.
I waste no time in getting to my knees on the floor in front of her, reaching beneath her dress, and hooking my fingers in the sides of her panties. She pulls her dress up and watches my movement eagerly, hungrily, and I’m happy to give her a show, dragging her panties down as I watch the slow reveal of her pretty pink lips. “You’re glistening,” I say, almost coming in my pants as cream runs out of her opening. “I can’t wait to get my dick inside you.” I slide my fingers up her thighs and run my fingertips around the edge of her slit, back up until I’m teasing her clit, throbbing along with her raised heartbeat. “Do you want my dick inside you, sweetness?” I push my fingers inside her as I ask. Two thick digits filling her tiny pussy as her head rolls back, and she moans from the sensation.
“Yes. Yes, Brody. Yes.”
“Yes, you want my cock? Or yes, you like my fingers inside this tight little space of yours?”
