I took Brooklyn to our famous burger dine-in after we left the dress shop. Because it was so late, we opted to take our orders to go. Well, the food obviously smelled so good and tempting that we snacked on our fries and hamburgers on the way back to me house. I rolled my SUV into the garage, we grabbed our bags, and hurried into the house.

At the kitchen table, we finished our dinner.

“That was so good,” she exclaimed, drinking from a glass of water. “So much better than the takeout joints I’m used to back home.”

“I know, right? When we go back, you should try the cobbler next. The blueberry is my favorite.”

“Blueberry, huh? Since when did you grow a sweet tooth?” she asked.

“Since I moved out here and was introduced to the good homemade stuff.”

She leaned over on the table, grabbed a pickle, and bit into it. “How do you stay so fit? I mean, you were always sporting those muscles, but you’ve really taken care of yourself.”

“Part of it was being in the military. The other part is that I have a whole seventy odd acres to keep me occupied. I took up hiking a couple years back and with the lake and the pool in my backyard, I can swim laps anytime I want.”

She nodded, smiling. “This is really the life. I need to take a page from your book.”

“But you know me. It wasn’t always like this for me.”

“That’s what makes your journey so inspiring. I’m happy for you,” she said.

“I’m glad you’re happy.”

She got up and picked up both of our plates. I was wondering what she was doing when she proceeded to throw our empty container in the trash and take our utensils to the kitchen sink. I wasn’t used to having a woman around, so it was foreign to me. It reminded me of her marriage. She’d been married to that prick for four years so she must have been a dutiful wife to him. I knew Brooklyn from head to toe. She probably played her role to a “T” until she didn’t want to anymore. I felt bad for all the pressure she went through in her teens to marry someone she was never really in love with.

I’d always wanted a wife, but I didn’t want the heartbreak. I didn’t know why I attributed relationships to heartbreaks, but the last time I gave my heart to a woman, it didn’t end so well. Ironically, that woman was now standing in my kitchen cleaning my dishes. And she still had me wrapped around her pretty little finger.

“Don’t worry about the dishes, Brooklyn,” I called out.

She put the last fork in the drying rack. “Oh, it wasn’t that much. I like to wash them before they pile up anyway.”

“You don’t have to do that.”

“I owe you something. Honestly, I don’t really enjoy sleeping in hotels,” she said, walking back to the kitchen table.

I grabbed her hand before she has a chance to sit back down in her chair and pull her between my thighs.

“You don’t owe me anything, alright? This is purely me wanting to help you. And I want you to stay.”

“What you said back at the store…is that true?” she asked.

“I can’t let you go, but…” I looked down at our hands and our fingers where they were entwined together.

Brooklyn moved in closer and sat down on my thigh. She lifted my face, leaned in, and our lips met. She tasted like pickle juice and sweet heaven. This was my first love and I wanted to keep her forever. I felt my cock tightening against as we delved deeper into the kiss. Her touch is soft and delicate. Her lips are ripe and demanding.

I needed to feel more of her and take more of her. I stood up, lifting her with me, and placed her right in front of me on the table top. Her shirt came off first and then mine. She helped me toss both garments on the floor. I kissed her neck as I unlatched her lace bra from the back. Her breasts sprang free the moment the flimsy garment fell to her lap. I bent my head and devoured her nipples, feeling them as they grew erect under my greedy tongue.

She moaned and rocked against me, offering herself to me. I sucked hard on both nipples and relished in the way she panted and gasped fro breath. I used my tongue to play with her until her fingers are tangled in my hair. She managed to twist and tug me right where she needed me to be.

I moved lower, kissing her belly and drawing lazy circles around her navels. She mewled softly, almost like our very first time. Every sound brought back so many memories. It’s been over eight years, but I remember every detail of our first time together. I’d taken her sweet virginity then, but somehow this felt like I was taking it all over again.

With her fingers, she managed to undo my belt, pulling it from the first loop. Her hand dipped low into my pants and pulled out my erection. I groaned as she stroked me with her soft palm. I knew she was ready to fuck, but I wouldn’t last long if she played with me like this.

I unbuttoned her jeans, lifted her hips, and dragged them down her soft, creamy thighs. Except for a single red pantie, she’s exposed to me now. For a moment, I stood back and looked at her, wondering how I ever let her walk away the first time. I’d been so stupid, but not anymore. Brooklyn Bridges was mine to have, hold, love, and fuck. I didn’t care if it took me eight years, ten years, thirty years, I needed to make her my wife. She was all I ever wanted.

I lifted one of her pretty feet to my mouth and kissed her toes. I grinned as she shook and shivered. I slid my hands down her thigh, hooked my finger around her panty, and pulled them down. She kicked them on the floor.

No words are spoken as I took a seat in front of her at my kitchen table. She leaned up on her elbows, but I reached up, splayed my hand over her belly and pushed her back flat on the table.

“What are you doing?”

“You don’t have to have dessert, but I will,” I said, hooking one leg over my shoulder and then pulling her in closer.

“Oh God,” she panted.

I could literally see her juices rolling down her pink pussy lips. I slid a single finger inside and my cock jumps in excitement. She cried out.

“You know, you’re so fucking wet, I could fuck you right now.”

“Yes, do it, please,” she pleaded.

“Now, what fun would that be if I didn’t taste you first.” I lifted my finger to my lip and sucked on it.

I pushed her thighs back a bit, opening her to me. With her pussy spread open like a freshly bloomed flower I ran my tongue through her damp folds. She gyrated her hips, twisting and turning, coaxing my mouth exactly where she needed it to be. I plunged my tongue into her pussy and then licked her ultra-sensitive clit. Just like that, I alternated between fucking her pussy with my tongue and lapping at her clit. I drank from her until her sweet honey coated my mouth, chin, and beard.

She pushed up on her elbows again, dug her knees into my back, and pushed her hot pussy against my tongue. None of it surprised me. Brooklyn was always so responsive and clear about what she needed from me. I felt her pussy clamping down my tongue whenever I buried it deep in her.

“Blake…God, I’m going to come.” Her hands clenched tighter in my hair, moving me just the way she liked. “There. Right there.”

I licked her clit faster and harder, not letting up, because I needed to hear her come so badly.

“Oh…” She screamed my name as a rush of juices melt from her.

Her orgasm was long and intense, but I kept licking until she rested her hips back on the table. I tried to lap up every drop, but her pussy was so sensitive that she pulled me up and kissed me on the mouth.

She lifted herself from the table and shoved my pants right down my legs. I stepped out of them. She started to pump me between her fists, stroking up and down. When a drip of pre-cum leaks from my cock, she licked her lips and started to place her legs on the floor. But I couldn’t wait anymore. I needed my fucking cock inside of her now.

I lifted her by the ass, dropped her back on the table, and slammed into her. Her screams slice through the kitchen and echoes throughout the empty house. I pulled out all the way and then slowly drive my cock to the hilt inside of her. I pull out and slammed into her again, taking her by surprise. I began pumping with hungry strokes and I watched as her face deepened in a rosy glow.

She was tight as fucked, but I worked her over and over again until her sheath had adjusted to me thick girth. She lifted her hips upward, making it easier for me to hit her g-spot over and over again. I loved how she didn’t just lay there. She was so reactive to me. She just didn’t know it yet, but I was going to fuck her in every position known to man and then some. I grabbed her hips and fucked her until she reached her second climax.

She couldn’t have weighed more than a buck fifty, maybe less. I pulled her up off the table. She immediately wrapped her legs around my waist. I took her across the kitchen, but I never made it out of it. I pinned her to the wall and pounded into her with deep, diving strokes. I swallowed her cries. Her pussy convulsed so many times around my rod I thought I would spill my seed prematurely. But I wanted to fuck her forever. I did whatever I could to lengthen the time I spent inside of her. New position. Deep strokes. Short strokes. Intense drives. Somehow, we made it out into my living room in front of the fireplace that no longer held a fire. That was just fine. There was already a fire raging inside of us. One that would never be put out.

“Brooklyn, I can’t hold it,” I called out, kissing her along the column of her neck.

“Then don’t. Come for me,” she demanded. She wrapped her legs tighter around me.

“Mine. Brooklyn, you’re mine.” I rasped, biting into my bottom lip so hard, I tasted blood.

“I’m all yours, Blake. Come for me.”

I held her hips steady, keeping her ass pinned to the plush rug and sped up my thrusts. I fucked her with raging desire. The moment I felt her tight pussy clench around my cock in another convulsion, I lost myself. She milked my climax right out of me. Our moans mingled as we crested together on a peak of euphoria where we remained. She petted and kissed my face as I came down from my orgasm. Afterward, I slipped out of her, but I kept her close to me. We stayed that way, wrapped up in an embrace for a very long time.

She was still and quiet in my arms, and I almost thought she’d fallen asleep. When rain started pelting the rooftop, Brooklyn giggled softly. “It sure does rain a lot out here.”

I grinned. “All the more reason we should stay inside and do more indoor activities like this.”

“You’re a sex addict.” She swatted my arm.

“Only for you,” I exclaimed. “Your body is amazing.”

She leaned in and kissed my chest. “Blake, I miss this. I missed talking to you.”

“I’ve missed you too, Brooklyn. I can’t even begin to measure just how much I missed you.”

She molded her body tighter to me and I knew, I just knew, there was no way I would let her go.