I felt him everywhere.
And soon the pain was gone completely.
My body recognized the call of his, and when he slid his fingers between us again, searching and then finding what he was looking for, he gently stroked it.
And I came with a strangled, guttural cry, as if every bit of pleasure my body could ever feel came to the surface now.
I shook and quivered and was in the middle of full body convulsions when Brooks pulled out. A moment later he came all over my stomach, branding me with his warm seed.
Another bout of pleasure wracked me.
His face was contorted in an expression of gratification, and his cheeks were flushed with heat. His golden skin was slick with sweat.
Brooks looked at me for a moment and then he moved to sit on the edge of the bed, his feet touching the floor. His head was bent and his arms rested on his thighs.
He reminded me of a stallion caught in the rain; its head angled in an attempt to shield itself from the downpour.
I glanced down at my belly which glistened with his release.
We hadn’t used a condom.
The warm glow of my aftermath evaporated immediately.
“Brooks?” I whispered.
“I need a minute.” His voice was a low, raspy growl. And then he stood up and went to the bathroom, shutting the door behind him.
Tears gathered in my eyes as I pulled the sheet over me. That was the second time today I was crying after an intimate moment with Brooks.
Remorse coated my tongue.
With the pleasure of my orgasm fading, my body remembered pain and with every heartbeat, I was reminded of what I’d just done.
The door to the bathroom opened and Brooks strode out,still naked, the remains of my virginity a red souvenir on his still half-erect shaft.
Without a word, he held out a hand to me.
I looked at it for a moment, unsure.
He waited.
Finally, I sat up, wrapped the sheet around me and took his hand.
He led me to the bathroom. He’d started a bath.
“Get in,” he commanded.
His tone didn’t allow for argument. I was raw, both physically and emotionally.
I dropped the sheet and stepped into the tub. The water wasn’t warm enough for my liking and once I was sitting in the tub that had only filled up to my lap, I cranked the hot tap.
“Scoot forward.”
I looked at him and frowned but did as he wanted. Brooks stepped into the tub behind me.
“Fuck, woman. Are you trying to boil me alive?”
I turned on the cold tap.
