Page 50 of Dreams on the Ice

If he hears me, it doesn’t distract him from what his hand and mouth are focused on. And his focus is amazing. So amazing that I almost come just from breast play. I didn’t think that was possible. But I’m bucking and begging for him to touch me between my legs, knowing that when he does, I’m going to fall apart in his arms in an instant.

Icannotwait.

FORREST

Releasing her tit with a pop, I move down her belly, stopping just above the waistband of her shorts, then I unbutton them quickly. Tugging her shorts and panties down her long, slim legs, I move down her body, settling at her knees.

I wrap my fingers around the insides of her thighs and gently widen them. Her pink pussy glistens with anticipation of what is to come. “Please,” she whimpers, her head moving back and forth against the pillow.

Gorgeous.

Shifting forward, throwing her legs over my shoulders, I bury my face in her pussy. Her hands fly to my hair, gripping the strands as she tugs me against her wet center. Immediately, my tongue finds purchase against her clit, and I make it my mission to taste her cum.

And I do.

It doesn’t take long. Once, twice, three flicks, a few sucks, and she shatters against my mouth. Her fingers pull my hair. Her mewling fills the room. Brooklynn is home. And I’m going to be home in just a few seconds when I slide deep inside of her warmth.

I touch my lips to her inner thigh, then move up her body, aligning the head of my cock with her center, and then I slowly sink inside of her. Burying myself to the hilt. My palms are flat against the mattress, my arms straight so I don’t press my weight against her.

It feels like the first time.

She brings her legs up, wrapping them tightly around me, then she lifts her hands and curls her fingers around the back of my neck. The other hand cups my cheek, her thumb sliding across my bottom lip.

Fuck.

Me.

My hips move even though I try to control myself and stay seated. I want this to last. I’m home. Fucking finally, I’m home. I want to stay here as long as possible, but that isn’t going to be very long because my control is slipping with each passing second.

And then it’s gone.

Completely and utterly gone.

My hips move, my eyes look into hers, and I make love to her. Because I am in love with Brooklynn. I wasn’t lying when I said I was. It was, without a doubt, the wholehearted truth. I think I fell in love with her the first time I laid eyes on her. I just wasn’t sure what it was. I know now.

I suck in a breath, holding it as I try to bite back the orgasm that I feel coming. I can’t believe I’m going to blow my load after only a couple of pumps, but it’s Brooklynn. Grinding my pelvis against her sensitive clit, I smirk when her breath hitches.

“Forrest,” she moans.

I can’t speak. My jaw is clenched, my teeth gnashing together as I bite back the orgasm that threatens to explode. And that’s what is about to happen. Stopping on a downstroke, I reach outand gather her wrists in one of my hands before I push them over her head, holding them together against the mattress.

“Hold on,” I say as my only warning.

Then I thrust. I fuck her. It’s hard and fast. My lower back is tingling, my balls draw up, and I know I’m close. So damn close. We’re both panting heavily as I move inside of her. It’s only a couple more thrusts before I come.

Hard and fast.

Just like our whole relationship from the moment we began. Hard and fast. And fucking perfect. Burying my face in her neck, I’m rooted deep inside of her when a roar escapes my throat as I come.

I stay where I am, trying to catch my breath, my heart racing as I release her wrists. Brooklynn’s arms wrap around my shoulders as she holds me close to her body, her breathing labored in my ear.

“I know we weren’t apart for very long, but I really missed this.”

Lifting my head, I look into her eyes through my lowered lashes. “I love you, Brooklynn. I wasn’t bullshitting when I said it on the podcast. I love you. It’s as simple as that. I would marry you tomorrow if I thought it was the right move.”

She laughs softly, no doubt thinking about the first proposal I gave her. It was premature, but the intent was real,is real. It just wasn’t the right time. But that time is coming soon enough.

I’m not sure if she’s going to tell me if she loves me or not. She doesn’t need to because I know without a doubt that she’s my woman. And that’s all I fucking care about. Then she surprises me. Her lips curve up into a smile and she stares up at me with her gorgeous fucking eyes, her lids hooded. Every part of her is perfection.

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