Smiling warmly at him, I reach out and cradle his cheek, and his eyelids drift closed as he nuzzles his face into my palm.
“Is it a good thing?” I whisper.
Brooks nods. “It was overwhelming in the beginning, but I’m starting to understand how important it is. It makes me feel unstoppable, invincible. I’m the strongest I’ve ever been.” He touches my wrist and plants a kiss on the inside of my hand. “And it’s all thanks to you.”
My heart skips a beat as I stare at the man I love, knowing exactly how he feels and feeling the same way. Together, we’ve only grown stronger, and I wouldn’t be able to use my powers in the first place without him.
“You’re right…everything does feel perfect. I love you, Brooks.”
“I love you too, sweetheart,” he responds as he leans in and presses his lips to mine. The kiss is unrushed, sweet yet toe-curling at the same time. When he draws back, his eyes twinkle like the stars above our heads. “The only thing that would be more than perfect would be starting a family with you.”
Smiling shyly, I giggle under my breath, feeling my cheeks heat. “You know…I was thinking about that. I’m ready.”
“You are?!” Brooks exclaims, and his excitement is all the confirmation I need to know that he’d make an excellent father.
It’s not that I had any doubts, but I’ve been thinking about it so much lately.
I nod gently, and Brooks kisses me again.
“We could start now, you know,” he says when he draws back, and wiggles his brows suggestively.
Chuckling nervously, I frown as Brooks slides his arm off my shoulders and proceeds to kneel on the floor in front of me. “Like…right now?”
Brooks stares at me through hooded eyes as he licks his lips. He’s already sliding the skirt of my dress over my knees.
“Yeah…why not?” His voice is lowered and darker now, his hands gliding up my thighs.
“You’re crazy…” I giggle, my thighs parting as a natural response to his coercing caresses.
“Uh-huh…I told you I was crazy about you…” He drawls as he leans in and presses his nose to the crotch of my panties, drinking in the scent of my raging pheromones with a guttural groan.
My head lolls back as I close my eyes and sink into the feeling of rising passion, knowing how good it feels when Brooks worships at the apex of my thighs.
This is utter bliss, and I wouldn’t want it any other way.
I’m glad I came back. I’m glad I stayed.
And most of all, I’m glad that I get to have all these incredible experiences with the man I love.
Those thoughts have me lifting my head to watch him as ravenous eyes meet mine, dark now with distinctive hunger. Sensation spreads through my body as a natural response to meeting his lustful eyes, my heart racing with anticipation and drumming the rhythm of the arousal stirring between my thighs.
Brooks's eyelids flutter as he inhales again, as if relishing and basking in the scent of my arousal before he hooks his skilful fingers on opposite sides of my panties, then begins to lower them.
I lift my bottom to let him slide my panties down my legs. He bundles the black lace in both hands, then lifts it to his nose and breathes in deeply.
An unsteady breath escapes me at the sight of his seductive action, and my thighs part even further because anything this man does will leave me in a puddle of wanton need. As he hooks his arms under my knees to draw my legs over his broad shoulders, he sinks lower and presses a kiss to my moistened folds.
Yup, he's worshipping again, and praising my womanhood with every soft lick and purposeful flick on my bundle of nerves. As the nub starts to swell from the sensations he administers with his expert tongue, a knot coils in the pit of my tummy, ready to explode any moment now.
“Oh, my Goddess… Brooks…” I moan as I card my fingers through his long locks of dark hair, gripping the roots so tightly that it forces his eyes to meet mine. “... That feels so… Ungh!”
I'm thrown over the edge when he slips a finger through my aching hole, my walls clamping around the digit to form a vacuum that pulls his finger into my gushing depths. He only pumps twice before my orgasm bursts through me, setting fire on every inch of my body and leaving me a pool of mass where I can't make out where I end or begin.
Brooks takes the liberty of pulling the dress over my head while I'm still riding out the high, taking hold of my breasts that fit perfectly in his large hands.
His lips are all over my chest, peppering kisses that ignite my flesh with heated goosebumps and send more pleasure between my thighs. Intoxicated by the richness of his natural masculine scent mingled with the sweetness of my cum, all I want is his lips on mine, hardly able to breathe on my own.
“Brooks…” I whimper with an anguished squeak that has him sitting up and pressing his forehead to mine, staring so deeply into my eyes that I feel seen again.
