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I blushed at the rawness of his words. I hadn’t been a virgin before Leif, but I’d never had sex like this. Never been with somebody who knew my body better than I did. He had made me come more than once each time, and as we had explored before, we’d learned what we wanted from one another, and ourselves.

My thoughts immediately turned to mush as Leif began to lick and suck, taking his sweet time. He spread me with two fingers, using his tongue to take me near the edge but not close enough.

“Touch your tits, there you go. Pinch your nipples for me. That’s a good girl,” Leif mumbled against my pussy.

I cupped my breasts, my hands shaking, and then I was coming, pressing my pussy against Leif’s face. He laughed at me, both of us shaking, before he was hovering over me, kissing me.

I could taste myself on his lips, and I wanted to feel embarrassed. I had never had a man go down on me before, but I knew that no one would ever match him. He would be my ending, and I didn’t want to say goodbye.

“Are you ready for me, baby?” he asked, sliding his hard cock against my hip.

“Always.” I reached between us, gripping the base of his cock as I guided him towards my entrance. “Please.”

“I need a condom,” he whispered. He took my lips again, and then quickly sheathed himself in the condom we had put on the bed earlier. And when he was ready, I guided him once more, and with an intake of breath, he was inside me. He stretched me in just the perfect way, as he was bigger than even my largest toy, and I had to swallow hard just to think.

He moved in and out of me, slowly at first, and then harder, faster. The sounds of our lovemaking filled the room, and I couldn’t help but moan and call out his name.

“Look down between us,” he ordered, and I did so, trying to focus. “Look at where we’re connected. You’re so fucking beautiful, Brooke.” He took my lips again before he rolled on his back, and I sucked in a breath.

“Ride me,” he ordered. He folded his hands behind his head, and I rolled my eyes, then did exactly what he asked. I put my hands on his shoulders and lifted my hips high. I slid over his length before slamming back down again.

“Dear God. Look at the way your pussy’s grabbing for my cock. So fucking beautiful.”

Blushing hard now, I continued to ride him until I couldn’t think anymore. And when I came again, he rolled us over so we were on our sides, my leg draped over his hip, and he moved faster, harder, and then he was calling out my name, his face pressed against my neck, as he slammed into me one last time, finally coming.

It felt like hours, but I knew it was only minutes, as we both came down from our high, our breaths coming in pants.

“Brooke,” he whispered.

“Don’t,” I said as I wiped my own tears away this time.

He kissed me softly before he pulled out of me. I ached in the best ways possible, even as I missed the way that he felt deep inside me. Leif took care of the condom, and I sat up in bed, pulling the sheet to cover my body. He walked naked back to me and tugged on his jeans. He didn’t bother to button them but handed me his shirt.

“I know you like to stay clothed, so I’ll take care of you.”

He would take care of me. I knew he said that, and I knew he believed that. But what would happen when it was over?

“I see the way that you’re thinking so hard. The way that you can’t even focus. The hamster is working overtime on that wheel.”

“I think the hamster is taking a break,” I said dryly.

He sat next to me then, leaned forward, and pushed my hair from my face.

“You’re beautiful.”

“You keep saying that,” I said dryly.

“It’s the truth.”

“We’re all packed up. Our flights are tomorrow.”

“They are.” The crack in his voice nearly undid me. “What if we meet?”

I blinked. “Leif. I’m going to school. I’m moving to California.”

“I know. And I’m starting my apprenticeship. But this between us? Don’t you see? It has to mean something.”

“I want it to mean something, I promise.” I pulled on his shirt, feeling far more naked than I had before. “But how is this supposed to work? We’re both just starting our lives.”