Curly grunted. “That fucker did a serious number on your self-esteem. For that alone he deserves Hell. Brooke, you are beautiful. This body you seem to dislike has made me hard every time I’ve been around you. I’ve thought of little else than getting my hands on you. My mouth on you. Your husband was a not only an asshole, he was as stupid as they come. Let me show you what I think of this forty-one-year-old body. Please?”
Please? As if anyone would say no after that.
Biting her lower lip, she nodded and dropped her hands. He untied her bikini top then slide it down her arms. As predicted, her breasts didn’t exactly stay up where they’d been with the support of the suit. Yet Curly didn’t seem to care in the least. His gaze was riveted to her heavy breasts and pointed nipples. She couldn’t blame the puckering on the chill from the wet bathing suit. No, it was one hundred percent arousal and need.
“Beautiful,” he whispered as he cupped both breasts and lifted. As he did, he brushed his thumbs across her nipples sending a shock wave through her gut.
Brooke cried out and clung to his biceps.
“You’re beautiful, these tits are beautiful, and I never want to hear a negative word about this sexy-as-fuck body from you again, you hear me?”
She let out a breathy laugh. “I’ll try but I make no promise—aah!”
He sucked a nipple into his mouth, and she nearly came on the spot. God, it’d been so long since a man pleasured her in this way, she’d forgotten how amazing hot suction could be. After the first year of marriage foreplay vanished. “Holy shit,” she whispered as she lifted her hands. When they reached the level of his head, his gaze shifted up to meet hers.
“Do it,” he said, before drawing her back into the wet heat of his mouth. She dove her fingers into his hair and clutched the ringed strands as she held him against her breast. His groan and the increased pull on her nipple had her crying out.
It felt so unbelievably good. She closed her eyes and let her head tilt back as she absorbed the bombardment of sensations. Soft strands of wet hair weaving through her fingers, electric shocks shooting from her nipple, the throb of emptiness between her legs. She loved every single part of it.
After a few moments of being driven wild by his bold mouth, her other nipple began to ache from neglect. She needed that mouth over there more than she needed to breathe. So she did what she’d gotten herself off fantasizing about. She tugged on his hair.
It didn’t work. He stayed firmly latched to her breast but gave her a smoldering look full of devilry.
He wanted more.
He wanted it harder.
This time she pulled his hair with a strength she thought would have hurt, but he growled a “fuck yeah,” as he popped off her breast. They stared at each other for half a second before she roughly pushed his face to her other breast.
He needed no further guidance, attacking her nipple with a sharp nip.
Brooke shouted his name as she realized something.
Not only did Curly take her fantasy and make the reality better than she ever could have imagined, but he seemed to be loving it just as much.
A smile crossed her face as her eyes nearly rolled back in her head. This was how sex should feel. Hot, breathy, a little out of control, needy…and so damn good she wanted it to last forever.
Two people getting lost in each other. If nothing else, for the rest of her life she’d cherish Curly for giving her this moment.
CHAPTER FIFTEEN
BROOKE TUGGED ON his scalp with a strength bordering on pain, and fuck if it didn’t make his dick leak. Hell, each time he sucked harder, her grasp tightened and he came close to coming in his jeans like a fucking fifteen-year-old watching porn for the first time. She was fire in his arms.
So responsive.
So sexy.
So open to him despite her insecurity.
After another minute of listening to her gasps and mewls, she again yanked on his hair. This time, she drew him to her mouth and claimed his lips with her own.
Fuck, he loved her boldness. Clearly, her douche of an ex-husband had fucked with her self-image and confidence in the bedroom, but with each passing second, she let those hang-ups go and allowed the assertive woman he knew to rise up.
She nipped his lower lip, drawing a grunt from him. He squeezed her ass in response and ground her against his aching cock.
She cried out and aided him by rocking her pelvis along his length.
When he finally needed air, he tore his mouth from hers, grazed his teeth along her ear lobe, then whispered, “You wanna come?”