Page 21 of Beauty Of Her

Brett slowed his hand as the intensity faded. He lifted his mouth from my sex, licking his lips and smiling, before reaching up with his free hand and pinching each nipple firmly between two fingers. I grabbed the back of his neck and pulled him into a deep kiss, tasting my juices. My fingers deftly unbuttoned his jeans, pulling on the zipper tab and freeing his throbbing cock.

He scooped me up bridal style and carried me to the couch, placing me down like I was porcelain before crawling on top of my still-tingling body and dragging his tongue along my neck. I wrapped my legs around his back and squeezed our bodies together, his hard length pressing against my pussy. My hands splayed across his chest, slowly sliding down the rippling muscles of his six-pack abs.

“I want you so bad,” he growled as he leaned back to pull off his pants. Brett balanced on his heels, peeling off his shirt, only wearing black boxer briefs that acted like a second skin. My eyes swept over his ripped body, letting my gaze pause on his thick, veined erection. Brett’s bottomless orbs scorched my skin as he shimmied out of his underwear, springing free his incredible length, leaving me breathless. He stroked his dripping cock, reaching behind him until he found his pant pocket to produce a single condom. “Touch yourself. Show me where you want me to be.”

And without thinking, I obeyed. I sat up on the couch, licking my lips as I ran my hands over my breasts and then to my inner thighs. Once they were in position, my fingers slipped between my slick folds, teasing the sensitive flesh. I moaned as the friction triggered a lazy pulse in my walls.

Brett sheathed his dick and took my hand away from my center, licking my juices off my fingers. He pressed me back by the shoulder until I was pinned under him. He lined himself up with my pussy, teasing my entrance with only the tip of his head. He slid himself back and forth over the wet folds until I thought I would scream from what I needed. His eyes dragged from the contact of his cock pressing into my entrance until he locked eyes with mine. “You have no idea how beautiful you are,” Brett uttered through hooded lids.

“Prove it,” I laughed while trying to relax my muscles enough to let him slip inside. I grabbed his shoulders for leverage, but he was too strong to be pushed around. There was no budging, regardless of how much my core ached for him. He only smiled, shrugged his shoulders, and lunged forward.I stifled a painful moan as his tip split me open from the inside. Brett pumped inside me slowly—each thrust eliciting more and more guttural sounds that made him smile wider by the second.

“You’re so tight, baby,” he grunted while planting one of his hands on my breast and the other firmly on the swollen bundle of nerves.

Every muscle spasm claiming my body had me shaking like a leaf in a storm, reacting to every stroke, feeling how deep he was inside of me, feeling the way he stretched my walls, and caressed every bead of flesh. I writhed under him, calling out his name in whispers and groans. Meeting his rhythm thrust for thrust and angle for angle. My fingers dug into the couch, tearing at the leather while Brett licked and sucked on any piece of skin he could find as he drove me toward another climax. Brett gasped for air as the orgasm began to escape my body. He secured an arm underneath my leg, lifting it up over his shoulder so he could go even deeper than before in one final thrust. My lips opened in a silent scream until Brett stole the sound that quivered on my tongue away again with a searing kiss meant to ruin me.

He leaned over me, bracing his weight on an elbow while still inside of me before massaging my clit, sending me over the edge again. My orgasm caused all of the muscles of my body to seize up and rigidly contract as I shook through aftershocks from the most intense orgasms in my life.

When the waves of pleasure slowed and I was able to catch my breath, I locked eyes with Brett, giving him the silent permission he had been waiting for to really take me, to use my body to capture his release. He moved his hand from my clit to hold onto his dick, still deep inside of me, and maneuvered us on the couch with his strength until I was on top, straddling his glistening muscled body. He rocked from side to side, pulling me up and down on his shaft while he watched his thick cock sliding in and out of my pussy, breaking eye contact with me. Brett pumped a few more times before filling the condom with cum, slamming my mouth to his. Our lips locked as he moaned while he continued to empty himself.

I collapsed onto him, resting my forehead on his shoulder. Our pants and pounding heartbeats cut through the room's silence, only to be rivaled by the pelting raindrops against the window and the rumble of thunder every few minutes. Brett’s fingers danced circles on my sweaty back while I matched his movements against his slick abdomen.

Five years. Five long, patient years.

And the man lying under me was worth the wait.

This wasn’t just sex or fucking. I almost became numb to the act with all these women, always knowing the outcome. That was until I met Julia. It had been years since I wanted to get to know the woman I just rolled around with for almost an hour. This desire hadn’t struck me since Libby, the one real relationship I had. The more I thought about it, Libby wasn’t even close. During my time with Libby, I was super young, being pressured by my mother to court this young girl because she fit a certain angelic mold, and if I was being honest, then? I totally wasn’t into it. Libby was during a time of my life when I struggled with letting my mom down, and to think such a personal part of my life was invaded by my weird mommy issues made me shudder.

Except, here I was. Completely spent after the most amazing sex with this enigmatic woman lying inches from me, and all I wanted to do was talk to her. Find out the minute details that built this woman into the whole. Rolling my body toward Julia’s, I extended my arm. I pulled her sweaty, panting form against mine, triggering a startled yelp from her sexy mouth. I laughed and pressed my lips against hers, and seconds later, her velvet tongue brushed past my lips, exploring my mouth.

“You’re wild,” Julia said, smiling against my mouth.

“Is that a bad thing?” I ground my thickening length against her warm inner thigh, making her squirm. Wrapping my arms around her body, I made sure she couldn’t go anywhere—not that she was trying to escape. Quite the opposite. Julia hugged me, pulling me as close as she could until I lost my breath when her plump tits pressed against my chest.

“No. No, it is not.” Her cobalt eyes scanned my face while biting her bottom lip, driving me wild. Just her simple movements were enough to make all the blood rush to my cock. Was I under some sort of spell? What was it about Julia? Yes, she was gorgeous, but beauty was beauty. It only lasted so long and would never carry me to a point of worship. Julia was so much more than a superficial attraction.

“When can I see you again?” My words came out choppy, making my heart skip a beat.

Julia tensed for a split second in my grip before relaxing. She pushed off my chest and cradled her chin in her hand. “Is that what you want?”

“Are you kidding me right now?” My fingers danced along her arm, causing goosebumps along her skin. Julia tried to avert her gaze from mine, but my index finger redirected her chin, so she had to look at me. “I want to get to know you.”

A struggle swam in Julia’s bottomless eyes, and I knew in my heart she wanted us to get to know each other, but there was a hesitation that deterred her from saying yes. And I wasn’t going to give up. She was worth it. All of it, even if she didn’t know it yet.

“I want to get to know you better, too. It’s just…” Her voice withered, causing me to frown. “This is new to me. It’s been a while.” Julia’s agile fingers trailed down my chest, and I sucked in a sharp breath.

“I know. Five years.”

Julia shook her head no. “It’s been a long time since I’ve had someone genuinely interested. Whose full attention is on me, and I’m the focus.” Julia sat up, but my hands still lingered around her narrow waist. “It’s a little overwhelming.”

“We can take it slow.” I winced at the corny line, probably having no idea what I was even saying, but I didn’t want to lose Julia, and this had nothing to do with sex. I guess my life had been missing that spark of connecting with someone with a simple glance. And that was what Julia was to me. A person found in an ordinary background, bringing an extraordinary light. She was real. I was about to say something when my eyes caught a small horizontal scar at the bottom of her abdomen, right above her pelvis.

Julia caught my stare, and her hand covered the imperfection, but my left hand stopped her movement.

“Can I see?” My eyes pleaded for cooperation, and after a brief stilled struggle, she allowed me to trace the light pink scar with a single finger. “Is this from a c-section?”

“I had to have one when I went into labor with the girls. Since they were twins, I knew I wouldn’t carry them to term. And I was right. They were born just shy of thirty-seven weeks.” Julia smiled as she recalled the memory. Soon, her hand covered mine over the reminder as she continued. “Zoe was born first. Sara came two minutes later. Zoe always reminds Sara that she’s the older sister.” She snorted. “They’re great kids. I’m very lucky.” Julia breathed as her eyes dropped to my hand, still lingering over the scar.

“If I’m being honest, the scar is sexy.” I winked, and Julia rolled her eyes.

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