Page 47 of Be My Reason

It has been so long. This feels so good. I can feel his erection growing large and pressing into me through the material of his pants.He leans down and dips his tongue into my cleavage, licking his way back up to my neck, sending sparks shooting down to my center. He runs his mouth over my breast and takes my nipple into his mouth, right through the fabric of my thin top and lace bra. I instantly pebble up beneath his touch.

Since his hands are still busy holding me up, I reach down and grab the hem of my shirt and lift it over my head. Then I quickly undo the clasp of my bra and let it fall down my arms onto the floor.He looks at my breasts and then back up at my face. “Brooklyn, you are so beautiful.” He leans down and takes my nipple into his mouth, sucking on it gently then swirling his tongue around and around. Then he does the same thing to the other one.

“That feels so good,” Iwhisper into his hair.

He walks me over to the counter and sets me down on it, all the while kissing and sucking my lips. He swipes my lip with his tongue and again, I open for him. I take his tongue in my mouth and suck on it drawing more moans from his throat.

He pushes my panties aside. I know they are drenched. I can feel how wet they are. He slides a finger inside me with a hitch of his breath. “Brooklyn, you are so wet.”

Oh, that feels good. I almost forgot what it’s like to have a man’s hands on me—in me. He puts another finger inside and yet another on my clit. He rubs it in circles and I can feel the tingling start in my belly. He is kissing my neck, working his way down to my breasts again and I feel like I will explode if I don’t come soon. He lowers himself to his knees and puts his mouth on me. “Oh, God,” I say, gasping for air.

His fingers are slowly working in and out of me as his tongue circles my sweet spot, licking and gently sucking, pushing me towards the edge ofa cliff I so desperately want to fall over. “Oh, Nate . . . oh, yes . . . please,” I whimper. Everything tightens and I clench my thighs around his face as waves cascade through me. I cry out in agonizing pleasure when my orgasm takes over my body. As I ride out the lingering pulses, I’m thankful that he is still holding my legs, or I’d fall right off the counter.

Nate stands up, looks at me andsays, “God, Brooklyn, you taste incredible. I’ve dreamed for years about doing that to you.” A blush sweeps across my face as he lifts me up and carries me to his bedroom. I am still riding in the afterglow and yet my body is screaming for more. Before he has me on the bed I am pulling at the hem of his shirt.

Hesets me down and lifts his shirt over his head. I instantly have my hands on him, wandering them over his pecs, his strong shoulders and his toned arms. I reach for the button on his jeans and watch his face as I slowly zip down the fly. He closes his eyes and takes in a deep breath.

He quickly removes his jeans and boxer briefs in one movement and then he is standing gloriously naked in front of me.I stare, shamelessly, at his manhood. I can’t believe my boldness. I admire his six-pack abs and that happy trail that leads to the very thing I want to have in my hands.

I reach out to touch him.He moans and I close my eyes at the heady feeling I get holding his velvety steel rod in my hands, knowing that I can elicit this sound from him. I start to move my hand up and down, but after a few strokes, he moves it away and says, “Brooklyn, you better stop that or this will be over very quickly.”

He slides me back on the bedand removes my skirt. He smiles at me, then he bites his lip and rips my panties from my body. Actually rips them in two. “Oh!” I exclaim.That was hot.

“I’ve always wanted to do that,” he says, kissing his way up my body.

I giggle.

“That is a wonderful sound,” he whispers in my ear.

He kisses me again, softer this time; not so hurried; not so demanding. Slowly and deliberately, he kisses across my lips, down my neck and over my breasts. He takes turns with each nipple, sucking them gently. His hand occupies the nipple that is not in his mouth. He is tugging, twisting and pulling until the sensation starts building again.

“Nate, please. . . ,” I beg, aching to be filled by him.

He opens the drawer in his night stand and pulls out a condom. I try to take it from him but he stops me. “It’s been a while, Brooklyn.If you put this on me, I might come on the spot.”

Oh.Just how long, I wonder. I mean, it’s been over two years for me and that seems like forever. With everything I know about guys—and Nate in particular—a whileis more than likely a few weeks; maybe even a few months.

“Define a while,” I ask through panted breaths.

“Well . . . how long has it been since I saw you at the convention?”

What?

Before I can get a word out, he thrusts into me, hard and deep. He buries himself in me completely and stills. “God, you are so tight, Brooklyn. You feel amazing.” He starts to move. Slowly at first, then he increases the pace. My hips lift off the bed and I meet him thrust for thrust. We are moving together, a passionate dance of tangled legs and wandering hands. I reach around and stroke his sculpted ass, making him moan. Then he grabs my hands in his and places them on either side of my head, holding me down, captive to his heavy body.

He shifts position puttinghimself at an angle and,oh God, he hits a spot inside me that has white-hot pleasure shooting through my body. I start to tremble, the sensation building quickly. He is breathing harder, more erratic and I can tell he is getting close. “You feel so good . . . oh, baby,” he says, panting.

His words are my undoing. “Oh yes . . . Nate . . . yes!” I yell, as my world spins and my insides tighten and spasm around his hard length. He buries himself fully inside my quivering sex. He stills and then a deep, growling sound escapes him as he shakes with his own release.

We lie, still tangled up and breathing heavily into each other as we come down from our high. I have never experienced such an intense, mind-blowing orgasm as the one he just gave me. “That was incredible,” he says.

I lift my head and smile up at him.“Mmm hmm.” It’s all I can manage to say.

Once I have my breathing back under control, I remember what he said about not being with anyone since he saw me at the convention. “Why haven’t you slept with anyone in two years?”

“I told you I was going to change.” He props up on an elbow and plays with a piece of my hair. “I didn’t plan on remaining celibate all that time. I knew you were engaged and that I should move on. But every time I dated a woman, I realized I didn’t want to sleep with her.” He tucks the piece of hair behind my ear and plants a gentle kiss on the tip of my nose. “None of them were you. Not even close. And this whole time, I assumed you were only engaged and I guess I thought that until I knew you were married, there still might be hope.”

Hope. . . I contemplate the word that has become so foreign to me while he rubs those little circles on my hips until I fall asleep.

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