h. My. God.
Brody stills as I pulse around him for like, the thousandth time. “Fuck, honey, you’re so tight like this. You feel incredible.”
I don’t know how he’s still stringing sentences together. I can only manage greedy little whimpers and pleas for more. He eases out of me as I come down and slowly removes the plug, leaving me strangely empty.
“That was intense,” I pant.
I see a flash of hot pink as he throws the plug to the side. “Yeah...it really was. You ready for more?”
A ribbon of lube drops between my buttcheeks. Brody spreads it around my asshole then he pours some more into his palm and lathers his cock.
I bite my swollen lip. “I think so.”
He bands his arm around me and pulls me onto my side, my back to his chest. “This angle will ease up the pressure a bit.”
I take his word for it and hold my breath as his crown presses against my sensitive flesh. I start to panic when the flared head dips inside, just barely, but it sends a stark reminder to my brain that Brody is not a small man, in any sense of the word. Sex toys are one thing, but can his dick really fit into such a tight space?
His fingers bite into my hips. “Rainey, you need to breathe.” He pushes in a little bit further, past the first ring of muscle. “Oh fuck, motherfuck. Relax, baby.”
Gah! It hurts! “You’re too big, Brody.”
“No, I’m not, honey,” he assures me. “You can take it. You just need to breathe.”
I squeeze my eyes shut as he approaches the second ring. “It burns—there’s too much pressure.”
He places soft kisses along my neck. “I know, sweetheart. The bad part is almost over. Just stay with me.”
I try, I really try, but I can’t seem to unwind enough to allow him in any further. Brody’s hands stroke my skin softly, trying to coax my body into submission. I’m just about to tell him to stop when his fingers begin rubbing circles over my clit. Oh...that helps. His other hand grabs onto my breast, rolling my nipple between his index finger and thumb.
He breaches the second barrier and slides in more until I can feel his balls against my over-sensitized flesh. “There you go, baby. I’m all the way in. It’s smooth sailing from here on out.”
Huh. He was right; it doesn’t hurt anymore, now that my body is no longer resisting. It’s definitely a foreign feeling that I think will take some getting used to, but it’s just pressure now. A lot of pressure, but not necessarily in a bad way. He continues working my love button into a frenzy while I adjust around his length. I climb higher and higher, getting wetter and wetter, until I’m dripping and wriggling against him, begging him to move.
“Move, Brody,” I whine.
His forehead falls to the back of my neck. “Thank fuck.”
He pulls out almost completely before shoving back in with a groan. He quickly develops a rhythm that’s unhurried, yet desperate all at once. As he moves inside of me, I’m in awe by how intimate such a supposedly depraved act can feel. What started out as pure debauchery, turned into something truly special. Brody’s caressing every inch of my skin that he can reach. He’s kissing the back of my neck and shoulders, telling me how beautiful I am. How honored he is that I trusted him enough to do this. How I make him happier than he’s ever been in his life. I don’t know at what point it began, but once my eyes start shedding tears, I can’t seem to make them stop.
My earth-shattering orgasm triggers his and the feeling is like nothing I’ve ever known. I couldn’t find words to describe it if my life depended on it. After it wanes, he slowly pulls out with a long exhale and hugs me closer while we catch our breath.
Brody gently wipes a tear from my cheek. “Are you okay?”
I nod my head. “Yeah.”
“Then why are you crying?”
“That was...amazing. I’m just overwhelmed. I wasn’t prepared to have so many feelings.”
He tightens his hold on me and nuzzles his nose between my shoulder blades. “Me neither, baby. Me neither.”
Chapter Forty-Five
BRODY
“Dude, who died?” Drew asks.
I take a long pull from my beer. “I don’t know what the hell you’re talking about.”