Escaping the Past

“Does she?” John asked quickly.

“I’m about to find out,” Brody answered.

John was just drunk enough to say, “You treat her right or I’ll kick your ass.” He pointed his finger to accentuate the words.

“If I don’t, I deserve it,” Brody replied.

John nodded and clapped Brody on the shoulder. John went to his room to go to bed.

Brody caught Lou bent over in front of the refrigerator and slipped in behind her, his hands gripping her hips firmly as he pulled her back against him. By her gasp, he knew she felt the swell of him against her backside.

“I thought you were just going to walk me to my door,” she teased, giggling as he spun her around and pulled her close.

He smiled and sighed against her neck. He loosened his hold on her and groaned, stepping away from her. Taking her fingers in his, he drew her toward the stairs. “A date is never over until I kiss a lady at her door,” he smiled at her.

They stood outside her door in silence, Lou dancing from foot to foot while clutching a bottle of water in each hand. She had just enough beer in her system to feel loose and uninhib

ited. Stretching on tiptoe, she placed her lips against his, softly encouraging him to kiss her back. He groaned and clutched her to him, tilting his head and deepening the kiss, his tongue meeting hers.

He broke the kiss yet still held her clutched against him and said, “You’re going to make me throw all my good intentions right out the window.”

She smiled, slowly kissing his neck. “You had good intentions?” she asked against his skin.

He gasped and ground out, “I started out with some,” as her lips found his earlobe and she suckled gently.

“And if I don’t want you to have good intentions?” she whispered against his ear.

“Then your wish is my command,” he growled, cupping her bottom and lifting her from the floor. He pulled her legs around his waist and felt her lock her ankles behind him. The bottles of water hit the floor with a loud thunk as she grabbed tightly to his shoulders. He held her bottom with one hand, turned the doorknob with the other and walked into the room.

He groaned loudly as her teeth nibbled gently at his collarbone. “If you don’t stop that, this isn’t going to last nearly as long as I want it to.”

“Then we’ll just have to do it again, won’t we?” she mumbled as she unbuttoned his shirt and placed her hands against his skin.

“You bet we will.” He continued to hold her bottom in his hands, her legs around his waist as he lowered his mouth to her shirt. He tugged gently against the fabric with his teeth. “Take this off,” he murmured.

She grabbed both ends of the top and drew it over her head, exposing her breasts to his gaze in one quick move. He hissed and said, “I watched them move with every step you took tonight, but I couldn’t touch them.” He lifted her a little higher and teased her nipple to life with his tongue. She threw her head back, clouds of hair falling over her shoulders.

“And here I thought you would have been thinking about the thong all night.”

He grunted, “ You wore that just for me, didn’t you?” She nodded as he slid his hands beneath her skirt and lifted it just a scant few inches to expose her bottom. When it was bunched around her waist, he walked over to the dresser. “I just have to get at least one good look at this thing.” He held her in front of the mirror and the look on his face changed from one of desire to pure lust. He watched his own hands in the mirror as they squeezed her bottom, his thumb tweaking the thong like a guitar string. His heartbeat thudded in his ears at the sight of his hands stroking her bottom in the mirror and the length of her naked back.

“God, you are so beautiful,” he breathed as he stared at her in the mirror.

“I am not,” she started to protest.

“Oh, yes, you are,” he said as he set her on her feet and unbuttoned her skirt. He pulled it down her legs and she stepped out of it. She stood before him in nothing but the thong. He grabbed the material at her hips and slowly pulled those down as well. He stood up in front of her and shucked his own clothes quickly. “I’ll show you how beautiful you are.” He picked her up and set her on the bed on her knees, putting himself behind her. From this angle, she could see herself fully in the dresser mirror. She gasped and turned toward him, looking away from the mirror.

“Oh, no, you don’t,” he mumbled against her neck, placing his arm around her waist and pulling her back against his chest. His hand cupped her breast and teased her nipple between his thumb and forefinger.

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Lou closed her eyes, trying to avoid the sight of her own naked body in the mirror.

“Open your eyes,” he breathed against her ear. She did so and gasped at the sight of his hand as it crept down her body and tangled in the curls at the juncture of her thighs. She gasped as he found the small nub that was her center and gently coaxed it to life. Her eyes closed again as her body was awash with sensation. She leaned back against him, her head thrown back over his shoulder. He kissed the side of her neck that was exposed to his gaze, nipping gently with his teeth.

With Brody resting on his knees, she sank down on his lap, still facing the mirror. He removed his hand from her curls and pressed it flat against her stomach, drawing her back to him. She gasped as his length slid into her. He filled her completely as she sank down on him, gripping him tightly. He began to move slowly and she rocked above him. She drew in a quick breath as his fingers stole back into her curls and teased her anew. Her heartbeat pounded in her ears as the pressure begin to build. She bit her bottom lip, reaching back to grab at his buttocks to bring him closer and faster to her.

Through the fog of passion, she heard him say, “Open your eyes.” She did and inhaled quickly at the sight of her own passion-filled eyes as they met his in the mirror. His gaze did not waver from hers as he took another stroke, then another. Then her world exploded as she found release. She watched his face as he did the same. She leaned back against him and felt him envelop her in his arms before he lowered her to the bed, pulling her close to him, her head upon his shoulder.