Page 94 of The Sounds of Her

Her chest rises and falls as I hook a finger under her chin and turn her to face me.

“I want to kiss you,” I murmur.

“Since when do you ask?” she replies, breathily.

Good point. I take what I want and press my mouth to hers. The thought half enters my head that people seeing this will take the heat off Adam, but it leaves as soon as Brooke’s mouth opens, and she lets me in. Adam’s troubles are the furthest thing from my mind.

Kissing Brooke is unlike kissing any other woman. Her mouth opens up to me, her tongue stroking against mine, with soft breathy moans that drive me to distraction. Yeah, my dick is getting hard, what man wouldn’t having a woman like this in their arms but it’s more than that.

I’m enjoying the hell out of being with her. After an hour of alternating between socialising and kissing Brooke, I decide I’ve had enough.

I ignore the knowing looks and the huge smile on Jenna’s face as she winks. They’re a bunch of nosey bastards who can kiss my ass.

DiMarco gets us back to the hotel, which, fortunately, is not too far away. The air is crackling between us, it’s a wonder I manage to keep my shit together in the car, then the elevator. But once we’re in the room, all bets are off.

Brooke squeals when I grab her by the ass and lift her up. She gets the message quickly enough and wraps her thighs around my waist as I carry her into the bedroom, kissing her. It’s a miracle I don’t walk us into anything. My dick is desperate for her, but my head wants me to slow shit down.

I pace across the room and stop by the large closet, which has a full-length mirror on the sliding doors. Setting her down, I give her one last kiss on her lips before turning her, so her back is to my front. Her gaze catches mine in the reflection, the momentary confusion disappears as I lower the zipper on the back of her dress. We both watch as I push the straps off her shoulders, and it falls in a swathe of fabric at her feet.

Damn this woman and not wearing a bra, and a fucking thong. I kiss her neck and her back arches, pressing her ass into my dick, making us both hiss at the contact. One hand slips beneath the string at the top of her ass, pulling it away, the other I move up and over her throat. Her gasp lets me know she likes it.

Her eyes flutter closed, and I apply a little pressure to her throat. “Watch us,” I whisper against her ear and her eyes spring open, finding mine in the mirror.

She reaches back, her fingers gliding up through my hair, pulling me down so I can suck her neck. It’s going to leave a mark, but the thought of that makes me harder. I step back and drag my shirt over my head, then groan as Brooke bends forward, lowering her thong down her legs. Fuck me, I grab onto her naked ass, pressing one hand into the small of her back to keep her there, then drop to my knees.

Nudging her legs apart wider, I dip down and dart out my tongue beneath her. She’s so fucking wet and tastes delicious. She stretches out her hands to the mirror to steady herself as I eat her out from behind. I can’t see her in the mirror, but she’s watching.

My balls are heavy, my dick throbbing, and I reach down to squeeze it through my jeans. I want to give her pleasure before my base instincts take over. Kissing and licking her, I nuzzle the soft skin where the top of her thighs touch the curve of her ass.

When she moans and her hips thrust back, I brace myself, spreading my knees, darting my tongue in and out in a steady rhythm.

“Don’t stop,” she cries. “Don’t stop.”

I grip her thighs, pulling her against me so I’m practically suffocating myself and reach around to flick her clit. That is all it takes for her to go off, her body straightens up, ripping her pussy away from me.

Without hesitation, I get to my feet and pull my jeans off, grabbing a condom first, then I hold her again and run my fingers up the crack of her ass. It takes a lot of trust to go there, and I want to, but not unless she says it’s alright. I lightly rub my thumb around her opening.

“Have you been fucked here before?” I whisper in her ear. She shakes her head, but the look in her eyes tells me she’s not averse to it. Not now. I don’t have any lube with me, and I want to do it right, so I don’t hurt her. “One day,” I hold her throat again. “I’m going to fuck you there.”

A breathy yes leaves her as I turn her around and kiss her. It thrills me knowing she will let me do that, and she’s just admitted we will do this again.

We only have two days and one night after this before she goes back to New York. I wish we could spend the rest of our time in bed, but given that can’t happen, I’ll make the most of what we have.

Brooke gets on the bed, using her hands to move backwards, closer to the middle. I prowl after her, wiping my beard, which still smells of her release. It drives me fucking crazy.

Lowering my body over her, I rest both elbows by her shoulders, so my face is over hers. Her legs move to wrap around my hips as I lower down, my dick finding her opening without even looking. I stare into her eyes. She watches me while I push inside of her. It’s fucking heaven. She seeks my mouth and I give it to her, pushing my tongue inside to dance with hers.

We kiss the whole time I thrust into her, swallowing her moans. I hold off as long as I can, moving my hand to squeeze her breast and lift up so I can stare at her gorgeous face. Her head tips back and she arches her upper body. I grab onto her jaw and pull her back so I can keep looking at her as my thrusts become rapid and uncoordinated.

“Come for me,” I whisper. It triggers her, and she climaxes, strangling the life out of me, drawing every drop from my balls. I take her mouth again. For a moment, I stay pressed against her and stroke a hand down her cheek.

Something about this moment feels different. It isn’t just a fuck, it’s a hell of a lot more than that. And I can see the same realisation in her expression too. Her eyes flutter shut, and I kiss her eyelids, before pulling out and dropping beside her.

Brooke reaches out and takes my hand, neither of us saying a word.

A little while later, Brooke moves over me, rolling her hips until my dick hardens. She wraps a condom around me, then lifts and drops, pulling me into her wet heat. My hands are tight on her hips, until we both explode all over again, and I can’t help the euphoric feeling I get from her taking charge.

Afterwards, we lie facing one another and I ask her to tell me something good about her life. We’ve spent a lot of time talking about the bad, I want to know something that’s made her happy.

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