CHAPTER 34
BROOKE

He pressed me into the wall and I could no longer contain myself. My hands shoved his pajama pants down his body and tugged his shirt over his head. His lips kissed my cheek, my neck, nibbled along my shoulder and slid down to my chest. He undressed me with his dexterous hands, allowing his fingertips to grace the curves of my body.

I had never felt more alive.

His lips wrapped around my nipples the moment my bra slipped from my shoulders. His tongue coaxed them to engorged peaks as electricity flashed through my body. My hands tangled in his hair and shoved him downward, no longer trying to be coy about what I wanted. His lips kissed my skin and left a trail of wetness down my stomach as his hands dragged my pants down my thighs.

He helped me out of them before he pressed my legs open, his tongue diving between my folds.

I shook at the strokes of his body. The way his fingertips pulled me open and exposed me to him. He pressed deep into my body and made my legs shiver, causing arousal to pour from my pussy. Long, thick strokes nearly buckled my legs as his hands wrapped around my thighs. He pulled me into him, forcing me to tangle my hands in his hair to keep myself upright.

But I kept going over and he tossed me over his shoulder, arousal dripping down the insides of my thighs.

My hands raked down his head and neck before curling into the chiseled muscles of his back. He tossed me onto the couch, his cock dancing in the air for me. I reached up for his hips and pulled him to my lips, forcing him to brace himself on the back of the couch as I swallowed him down.

I could taste the precum leaking from his tip as I hollowed out my cheeks.

“Brooke,” he grunted. “Holy shit.”

I hummed around his cock as it throbbed against my teeth.

“Fuck,” he said. “Oh hell, you’re so good at that.”

I grinned at his sounds. I loved his moans and grunts. I had missed his sounds for years, and now I’d be able to listen to them for years to come.

Because that was how long I wanted him.

For years and years and years to come.

He pulled his cock from between my lips and pulled me up from the couch. His hand wrapped into the tresses of my hair before he turned me around. My knees hit the couch and I braced myself as his leg knocked mine farther apart.

I could feel his cock sliding between my dripping pussy folds before he slid in.

“Oh my gosh,” I said breathlessly. “Kevin.”

He pulled my head around and crashed his lips to mine before his hips slammed into me.

I jumped against the couch as he filled me to the brim. My tits were bouncing, raking against the softness of the cushions. His dark hair was tangled in my fingers as I reached back for him, and his burning blue eyes were focused on mine. My mouth opened as his cock stroked my pussy, teasing that beautiful pebbled place as my legs began to quiver.

“That’s it. I can feel it. Give it to me, Brooke. Let go.”

“Kevin. Yes. Please, don’t stop. A little—more—yes, yes, yes!”

His lips covered mine and swallowed my moans as my pussy milked his dick. My body shook against his as he held me close, wrapping his free arm around my stomach. I climaxed so hard I pushed his cock from my body and I could feel him chuckling into my lips.

Then he twisted me around so my back landed on the couch.

He fell between my legs, my hands stroking his pulsing arms. The veins in his arms bulged, and his blue eyes darkened with the storm rising in them. His cock slid effortlessly back into my pussy and I rose to meet his hips. I lifted myself to meet every thrust he dealt as we undulated against one another.

Like the ocean that had brought us together again.

Kevin kept his stare on me, unwavering as I looked back at him. His cock was throbbing against my walls and juices were pouring onto the couch below us. I curled my nails into him, raking them down his back as a growl reverberated from his throat.

“Come again for me, Brooke,” Kevin said.

“Oh yes,” I said breathlessly.

I raked my nails up his body, desperate for him as he shook. His thrusts turned to pounding, and soon the only sound we could hear was skin slapping skin. My toes curled and my jaw opened and closed with each pulse. I could feel that fire stoking larger in the pit of my gut. His lips fell to my neck and sucked in a patch of skin, his tongue raking across it and forcing me over the edge.

“Kevin! Yes!”

I dug my nails into his arms, clinging to him for dear life as he pounded into my body.

Without a chance to breathe, he picked me up in his arms. His back was propped up on the cushions of the couch as I straddled his lap. My hands threaded through his hair and my forehead fell to his. I could feel a sheen of sweat covering my body as my tits jumped against his chest. His hands guided my hips, swirling me around and forcing me up and down on his cock. He lifted me up and slammed me back down like I weighed nothing.

And one phrase kept falling from my lips with every stroke.

“I love you. I love you. I love you. Oh, fuck, Kevin. I love you so much.”

Our eyes connected again, and I could feel his rhythm faltering. His legs were pulling taut as my pussy swallowed him down. I pulled him deeper into me as my clit peeked out from beneath its fleshy hood, seeking friction again as Kevin ground his hips up into mine.

I drew in shaky gasps as a grin appeared on his cheeks. His hands rushed up my back as he sat forward. His trimmed curls raked along my clit and his cock throbbed against my walls as I bent back. My neck was exposed, and his face was in my tits and all I could register was the feeling of his tongue against my skin.

The feeling of his cock exploding inside of me.

The feeling of my pussy clamping down on him and never letting go.

He held me close to him, stabilized me as my orgasm crashed over my body. I shook, trembled, gasped for air, until my body was weak, and my skin was covered in sweat. He slowly pulled me back to him and I could feel his cum dribbling out of my body, soaking his skin and wetting my thighs as our foreheads collided.

Then, my heavy head fell to the crook of his neck.

“I never want you to leave, Brooke.”

His voice was low. Rumbling. Like the rolling thunder of a distant storm.

I pressed a kiss to his neck and felt him shiver.

“I never will,” I said breathlessly.

His arms cloaked my back as his cock stayed sheathed in my warmth. I burrowed myself into him as his hands stroked my skin. I peppered his shoulder with kisses, watching as goosebumps trailed along his skin.

Then I rose up and captured his lips one last time.

“I love you, Brooke.”

My eyes fluttered open as a smile crossed my cheeks.

“I love you too, Kevin.”

Then the two of us sank to the couch as he pulled a blanket over our bodies. Still connected at the hips and still shaking with our ecstasy, I curled into his strength, taking in the way my curves felt against the hardness of his body.

Then the two of us fell asleep with the promise of waking up to the other for as long as we both should live.