“I think I can do better.” He bent and placed his hands at her waist, tickling her lightly as he lifted her shirt. He went slowly as the fabric passed over her breasts and she heard him groan before he pulled the shirt over her head.
He cupped one full breast in his hand and said, “You are so beautiful. Your body is perfect.” He began to stroke one breast with his tongue, lightly flicking against her hardened nipple. She gasped. His other hand still cupped her breast, so he began to rub across her nipple with his thumb.
The sensations rocked through her and she moved her hips against his, startled to feel his hardness pressed against her belly. Her eyes grew wide. He moaned. She moved again. He moaned louder. “You had better stop that or this is not going to last nearly as long as I want it to.” She moved her hips against him again. He broke contact with her and stood up to remove his pants. He lifted her hips and slid his hand inside the waist of her pajama bottoms. He kissed her lightly beneath her belly button as he lowered her pants.
Butterflies flittered in her belly as he took off her pajamas. He slid them ever-so-slowly over her thighs and over her feet. They landed in a heap at the foot of the bed.
Realizing she was completely naked to his gaze, she covered her breasts with her hands.
Brody settled himself to the right of Lou. “Don’t you dare cover yourself.” He licked around her fingers with the moist tip of his tongue. He lifted her fingers playfully to gain access to her nipple. The sensations were overwhelming.
Brody drew small circles on her flat stomach with his hand. Lou’s stomach flipped as he ran his hand over her hip and cupped her bottom. His fingers returned to her stomach and then dipped into the auburn curls at the juncture of her thighs. She stiffened. His mouth caught hers and kept it occupied while one finger slid down through her curls and into her heat. He sighed against her lips. He slid one finger to the entrance of her core. She moved slightly against his hand. He moved from the center of her to the little nub that was her pleasure center and rubbed it slowly. She moved against his hand. He drew another circle. Her hips lifted from the bed.
Brody raised himself up on his elbows and settled himself between her parted thighs. She tipped her hips up toward him and squirmed. She would surely explode from all the sensations that were shooting through her body.
He insistently pressed against her center, gritting his teeth as he slid inside. His arms shook. She moved a little beneath him, urging him to go deeper. He did. He plunged into her.
She tensed when he entered her, crying out softly at the pain of it. He stopped and looked into her face. Small tears fell from between her clenched eyelashes.
“What the…”
She reached up and pulled his head down to hers, capturing his mouth in a fiery kiss.
He tore his mouth from hers and placed his forehead against hers, taking great gulps of air. He kissed the tears away from the corners of her eyes. He stayed still inside her, giving her time to adjust to the size of him. Then he started to move slowly. Her breath caught. He lifted her knee and whispered, “Put your legs around me.”
She locked her feet around his back. The sensation suddenly changed. She met him, thrust for thrust. She felt the tension building and she reached for it until it finally found her. Great waves of pleasure p
ushed her over the cliff. Brody fell with her as she went over.
Brody lay with his head on Lou’s chest, her legs still tangled with his, his breaths trying to catch up with his heartbeat. He lifted himself to his elbows and touched his lips to hers softly. Her gaze avoided his. He kissed her lips again. She did not respond.
“Lou?”
She sighed wearily. “Yeah?”
“Please don’t tell me you hated every minute of that. “His uncertainty was her undoing.
She touched his cheek, her eyes finally meeting his. “No…I didn’t hate any of it. Couldn’t you tell?”
“I certainly thought so. But there was that one moment…”
She pushed his shoulders, urging him to move from on top of her.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” she said as he slid from between her thighs. She sat up in bed and swung her feet to the floor. She walked across the darkened room, naked, to the bathroom, and tied her hair in a clumsy ponytail. She turned on the shower and waited a moment, then stepped in and pulled the shower curtain. Within seconds, a cool breeze blew across her skin as he stepped in with her and then his warm body enveloped hers.
“Brody!”
“Lou!” he mocked her tone.
“Would you get out!” she whispered vehemently at him.
“Nope. I need a shower, too.”
“You do not. Get out.” She pushed his chest away from her. He pulled her closer to him, his arms locking behind her.
“Do so. Do you want to see?” She felt his hardness against her belly. She shook her head. “Guess not.” He shrugged his shoulders. “If you were to take a look, you would see I am wearing the same blood that’s all over your thighs.” She gasped. “But, now when I think about it, that might be a little painful to look at. Know why?” He felt the tip of her nose brush against his chest as she shook her head no. “Because, if you acknowledged it and I acknowledged it, that would mean we have to discuss it.”
“D-Discuss what?” she stammered.