Broken Dreams (Broken 2)

I smiled as I thought about Layton and Whitley spending three weeks alone together. I only hoped I could give Courtney that kind of an amazing honeymoon. Shaking my head to clear my thoughts, I let out a laugh. Just imagining marrying Courtney was causing my dick to jump again.

I poured two glasses of orange juice and set them on the tray next to the plates covered in scrambled eggs, toast, and fruit. Making my way upstairs, I heard Courtney on the phone. I slowed down and stopped at the door. I wasn’t sure who she was talking to until I heard her let out a little scream.

“Oh, Whitley, I have so much to tell you. I mean, at first, I hated you like there was no tomorrow because y’all set us up like that, but”—she let out a sigh—“Reed is so amazing, so…so amazing. Oh yeah…that kind of amazing, too.”

I smiled, and if I weren’t holding a tray loaded down with food, I would have done a fist pump.

“Well, I don’t really want to kiss and tell,” Courtney purred into the phone.

I let out a small chuckle because that was exactly what I’d said to Layton. I started to make my way into the bedroom, and her eyes caught mine. I was pretty sure I let out a moan when she smiled at me.

“Okay, well, be careful driving and see you soon. Oh, trust me…I will. Later, girl.”

She ended the call and tilted her head as she looked me up and down. I had on nothing but a pair of boxers.

She closed her eyes and said, “Please tell me I’m not dreaming…because I’m pretty sure I just had the most amazing night of my life last night.”

I set the tray down on the side table and made my way over to her on the bed. With her eyes still closed, I gently kissed her on the lips and then sucked her bottom lip into my mouth. I pulled back slightly as she opened her eyes and looked into mine.

“If you’re dreaming, then so am I, and this is one dream I don’t ever want to wake up from.”

Her eyes filled with tears as she gave me the sweetest smile. “Reed…” she whispered.

“I think we have time before they get here,

” I said as I looked down at her lips.

She pulled her lower lip in between her teeth and nodded her head. As she lay back on the bed, I stripped off my boxer shorts and then slowly began kissing her body everywhere.

“Courtney, you’re so beautiful in every way.”

She let out a small moan that traveled straight through my body and to my dick. I slowly began teasing her with my tip as we found each other’s lips and began a sweet dance with our tongues.

I just wanted to freeze this moment in time. I needed to go slow and enjoy every second with the woman I loved. I needed her to feel special, wanted, and adored.

As I began making love to Courtney, that familiar fear of me hurting her crept back into my mind. I pushed it aside and focused on doing nothing but making her feel good. I covered her body in kisses and then focused on each of her nipples, sucking and then pulling each one with my teeth, and she let out moan after moan.

“Reed…oh God, that feels so good.”

When she fell apart in my arms, I rolled her over until she was on top of me. The feel of her on me, moving in such a way that was practically driving me mad, caused me to have one of the most intense orgasms of my life. It felt like it went on forever.

Courtney leaned down and kissed me before she whispered, “Thank you for swooning me.”

I smiled bigger, and inside, I was like a little boy jumping up and down for joy.

“Nick swoon-worthy?” I asked.

She made a funny expression and then looked up, like she was thinking hard. “Not quite but oh-so very close. I think you’ll need more practice…lots and lots of practice.”

She began grinding on me, and I swore I felt my dick growing harder.

I let out a laugh as I pulled her to me and rolled over. Pinning her to the bed, I began tickling her. It wasn’t long before Lulu came running in and jumped on the bed. I immediately stopped and looked at her, and then I looked down at Courtney.

“Holy shit, we didn’t crate them last night.” I jumped up and started getting dressed.

“Wait, you didn’t let them out when you were making breakfast?”

“No! I forgot about them, but I was sure we—”