“Then take me,” she said softly. “I’ve been waiting for you to make a move. I want to make love to you, Brooks. I want to know what you feel like inside of me.”
“Baby, you’re about to find out, all night long.”
It felt as though the walk to the cottage took hours, when in fact it was a matter of minutes. Brooks was walking so fast, Lennon was having to jog beside him to keep up. He realized what he was doing and finally just picked her up.
“Shower?” she asked shyly.
“Shower,” he nodded. He turned the shower stream on and stripped down, his hard cock bouncing up and down. He wasn’t shy at all about showing her his body and he hoped she wouldn’t be either.
Lennon took it as a good sign. He was ready. She didn’t think she was spectacular but she knew that her body was good. Not perfect, but good. When she turned to Brooks his face was flushed with heat, steam and sex.
Her breasts were larger than he imagined. The beautiful, natural tear-drop shape, still holding their perfect form with large red nipples. As he traveled downward with his eyes, he stopped at the apex between her thighs, seeing the glistening reddish-brown curls of her sex.
“Fuck me, you’re gorgeous,” he moaned, absently rubbing his cock. He took a step backwards and stood beneath the steaming stream of water and Lennon stepped in with him. He turned her, drenching her hair, proceeding to scrub her hair, washing it gently, combing through it.
“You’re very good at that,” she smiled.
“Remember, I have younger triplet brothers. I bathed them a lot when they were little,” he smirked.
“You can do this every night if you like,” she moaned. Realizing what she’d said, she turned to face him. “I’m sorry, Brooks.”
“Don’t be. I plan to do this every night if you’ll let me.” She nodded, biting her bottom lip.
“Brooks, please, I’m aching,” she moaned.
Brooks knew that he was probably the biggest man she’d ever been with. It wasn’t conceit, it was fact. He was a big man, in a big body, with a big cock. Facts. Nothing to be done about it.
Lifting her, he wrapped her legs around his waist, aligning the head of his cock to her wet, hot opening.
“Ohh,” she moaned. “Oh, Brooks.”
“That’s it baby, that’s it. A long way to go.” He gently lowered her an inch at a time until she was totally seated against him. His body was aching for release, praying she would cum fast. When her hips began to gyrate back and forth, he knew his girl was ready.
“Brooks, this is amazing. You’re amazing,” she moaned.
“Fuck, Lennon. You’re the one that’s amazing. I love your body, baby. I love everything about you.”
“Same,” she moaned, rocking back and forth against his hard cock. “Brooks? Did I ever tell you I was a gymnast?”
“Don’t fucking tease me woman,” he growled.
With one leg wrapped around his waist, she slowly lifted the other along his back until her heel hooked on his shoulder. It opened her wide for him and he shuddered.
“Fuck! Lennon, I need to cum baby.”
“Me too!” she screamed moaning as her body shook. Brooks immediately followed, emptying himself into his little vixen. Settling her feet on the floor of the shower, she smiled at him, then turned so her ass rubbed his cock.
“Feels like someone is still hard,” she said in a smoky, saucy tone. She bent over, grabbing her ankles and standing on her toes so he wouldn’t have lower as much.
It was all night. All night of finding new positions, new maneuvers and new ways of making love to one another.
Around three a.m., they finally drifted off but Brooks was awakened by his phone when comms said the guys had a lead on Rita Ruvienne. He rinsed the smell of sex off his body and kissed Lennon.
“Wh-where are you going?” she said sleepily.
“Comms got some information from the team in Bolivia,” he said kissing her, then sucking on one luscious nipple. “Damn.”
“Come back soon. I’m getting needy again.”
