“I wanted a lot more than that.” I pull his face to mine, letting our kissing roam wild, burning. “But I would have taken a handskie.”
I glare at him but I can’t stay serious. “And what does the Brodie of today want?” Two fingers tease my entrance and I cry out against his lips. I can’t play games and flirt anymore. Mywhole body throbs with the need to have him and I change my tune. “Fuck me. Now.”
His fingers slip inside me, his palm delivering the perfect friction to my clit. “I’ve got a few things to take care of first.”
“Get on with it then,” I beg, squeezing my eyes shut while delicious agony takes over.
His lips tickle under my ear as he licks the skin there. “My tests have been all clear.”
“Mine too. I have an IUD.”
Brodie removes his fingers from me and lines his cock up with my center. He guides it up and down my pussy, grinding my clit so perfectly. “You want me to wear a condom?”
“No. But you can wear these glasses if you want.” I tap the rim of the glasses that have now become smeared and fogged several times in the course of our activities.
His broad smile has me with one foot in the grave and the other on a banana peel. “It’ll be better if I don’t wear them for the next part.”
He carefully folds the glasses and puts them next to me. Then, with all his big life-saving, money-raising muscles, he lifts under my ass to scoot me to the edge of the counter. He sinks to his knees and pushes mine wider. “I’ve waited far too long to taste this pussy.”
I whimper, the anticipation enough to take me under. He starts with a firm suck over my clit that has my hand gripping the back of his head. His hair’s not long enough to sink into, but I’ve gotten head from guys with longer hair. I don’t care what length Brodie’s hair is—just that it’s attached to his head. Thathishead is the one diving between my legs. That his tongue is the one flicking my clit. That his lips are the ones sucking on me.
My Brodie.
I cup one breast and play with my nipple, looking down to find him peering up at me. He slides two fingers back insideme, pulling toward where his tongue does mind-melting work. I press against his mouth, hoping I don’t hurt his neck with my force. “Is that okay?” I ask.
“Ari, wrap your legs around my head until I suffocate for all I care. As long as you come on my face, I don’t care if I still have a pulse.”
It’s a hot statement and also kind of funny. “You sure about that? Because I don’t face-fuck dead guys.”
We share a look until Brodie snorts and wheezes. He rests his forehead on my inner thigh, his whole body shaking with the force of his laughter.
“Fine,” he says. “Not all dirty talk is an immediate winner.”
I cup his cheek in my hand, spellbound by his playful brown eyes. “No, no, I loved it. Keep going. I need to fuck your face to death.”
“It’s been nice knowing you,” he cracks before getting back to it.
He closes his eyes and immerses himself in his task. Yes, this sex is incredibly hot, but there’s an extra layer of how special it is because it’sus. It’s the way we relate to each other. It’s the understanding and teamwork we developed over long summer days in the woods.
He’s my co-conspirator. My partner in crime. And as much as it scares me to admit it, he’s my person and he always has been.
Inevitable, but not in a doomed kind of way. In a beautiful, made for each other way.
“I need to fuck you,” I rush out, and he nods, rising to his feet. I jump down from the counter and push him backward as we move toward, I’m not sure what, because I’m too busy kissing him. Tasting myself on his tongue. Letting him know with every fiber of my being that this is what I want. I open my eyes after a few steps and decide the couch is too far and his bedroom much too far. “On the floor.”
He sits and pulls me down with him until I straddle his lap. With my smirk and playful shove, he’s on his back. I reach for his cock and find it almost as soaked as I am, precum leaving a mess all over him. I mirror his earlier words. “You are so perfect, Brodie.”
He’s desperate, brows pinched and mouth dropping open when I sink down on him. “Ari,” he chokes out. He seems unsure where to put his hands, his eyes tracking every place he puts them on my body: my hips, my breasts, my waist, trailing down my middle.
I bend down so we’re chest to chest and he settles on filling his hands with my ass, squeezing with every curl of my hips. I kiss him, because he’s here, and I can, and I want to. When I pull away to draw a big breath, he cups the back of my head, forcing our foreheads together. His gaze is so intense it sends a chill through my whole body, every hair raising to be closer to him.
“I’ve missed you, Ari. I’m not letting you go again.”
“You’d better not,” I warn, and he laughs into another series of kisses.
He times his thrusts with my hips and throws his head back, scrunching up his face. “I’m not going to last, baby.” I stop my motions and his jaw drops. “Ari!”
I grin down at him and bite my lip. “What?”
