I am going to be so sore.
It was rude to stare, but I had to. It was big and thick. The veins seemed to pulse as he stood there. When he wrapped his hand around himself and slowly started to pump, my breathing picked up, and I felt a flood of moisture between my legs.
Brock crawled onto the bed and spread my legs wide. Any other man, and I would have been embarrassed. But this man . . . this man brought out a side of me that wanted to be a little dirty. I wanted things I never imagined I would want.
With Brock, I needed it all.
Then, he did what I’d almost been about to beg him for. He kissed me on the small bundle of nerves that pulsed with need.
“Oh God,” I whimpered, the feeling of ecstasy building so fast that it left me dizzy and breathless. His mouth was on my clit, my lips, my inner thigh, then back to my clit again. When I felt him spread me apart with his fingers, I lifted my hips, silently begging for more.
“You’re so fucking perfect, Lincoln.”
I gasped for air as I felt his tongue move slowly over me, then flick my clit.
“Jesus!” I cried out. My hands fisted in his hair as my body took over.
When I felt his tongue moving soft over my clit, I let out a low moan. The feel of his fingers slipping in and out of me as he sucked harder on my sensitive nub had me arching my back off the bed and calling out his name.
My orgasm ripped through my body in a rush so blinding, I swore I saw the sun burst into the room. I let it consume me completely, and I felt my body tremble even as I was coming down from my euphoria. I’d never in my life experienced such a rush of ecstasy.
And holy hell’s bells. This man knew what to do with his tongue and fingers.
I could feel Brock kissing up my body. He removed my bra, and I still felt like I was half in a dream. He stopped at each nipple, sucking gently. I thought I could possibly come again just from that. Then his mouth hovered over mine.
“Can I kiss you?”
I focused on the most beautiful blue eyes ever. Everything was a fog, except for one thing.
Brock.
Everything about him was clear. My feelings for him. How much I wanted him inside me. How desperately I wanted his mouth on mine, regardless of where it had just been.
“Yes,” I breathed out in a heavy voice.
He pressed his mouth to mine, prompting me to open to him. The salty taste of my own body hit my tongue, causing me to moan. Brock did as well, his fingers slipping inside me once again. He quickly found the spot that began to build my next orgasm. One press of his thumb on my clit, and another round of pleasure was gifted to me. Brock stopped kissing me as my body shook and trembled with my orgasm.
“God, I’m already addicted to watching you come,” Brock whispered.
I opened my eyes and smiled.
Then, I heard foil ripping.
“I wanted to go slow our first time, baby, but I’m going to die if I don’t get inside you.”
I watched him roll the condom onto his length. My lower stomach ached with desire and anticipation.
Brock moved over me, resting his weight on his elbows as he held on to my head. Our eyes locked, and time stood still. It was just me and him in this moment. I pulled in a deep breath and blew it out, Brock’s name flowing with it.
He closed his eyes and slowly pushed inside me.
I wrapped my legs around him, guiding him into me. I felt my body stretch to accommodate his size, and I gasped a couple of times, making him still. The immediate connection I felt sent a rush of heat through my body. This felt beyond amazing. It felt so damn good . . . better than I had ever experienced.
“More,” I whispered as I nudged him with my legs. When he was completely buried inside me, he leaned his forehead against mine. I knew he felt the connection too.
“I’m so glad you moved to Montana, Lincoln. You’ve brought me back to life.”
His words hit me so hard in the chest, I felt my emotions about to tumble out. I wanted to tell him exactly how I felt. That he was the man I hadn’t even known I was waiting for. Longing for. That he would now forever hold a piece of my heart with him.
That heart quickened as I looked at him.
Brock didn’t move. He simply kept himself inside me, his eyes still closed, and a million emotions crossed his face. I wanted to know what he was thinking. Feeling.