“And?”
Her brow furrowed, and she pulled back, and, for a moment, I thought she was going to turn me down.
“You want me to stay over more often?” she asked.
“I want you to stay,” I said. “For as long as you’ll have us.”
I watched her mouth curl up into a grin as her hands tangled into the tendrils of my hair.
“I’d like that,” Brooke said.
“You would?” I asked.
She rose up and pressed her lips to mine, and I backed her into the wall as our tongues collided.
“Oh yes,” she whispered. “I would love it.”
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.