Page 99 of All The Way Under
I circle my hips, riding him slowly until his cock stiffens more and more.
“Careful what you wish for, baby. I’m good for the next month. I’m on leave.”
“You took a month off?” I say, sliding up and down, trying to focus on the conversation as he slides against my G-spot. “What if I said no to the proposal?”
“If you said no, I was going to have to take two months to nurse the heartbreak,” he says, voice strained.
We’re both distracted, but I won’t be the one to give in.
“You’re telling me we get to do this for the next month,” I say, closing my eyes. The orgasm is building. I don’t even have to focus.
Brody pops one of my nipples into his mouth.
“Shit,” I hiss. “That feels so good.”
“We can do this everywhere. Your house, my house, this boat, your boat. Anywhere you want it, I’ll give it to you.”
The last sentence sends me. I come apart around his dick. He keeps pumping his hips as I fold over him, riding the high sensations of coming with him inside me.
“I love coming on you,” I say.
“I love coming in you,” he replies, rapid fire fucking me from the bottom. Then he comes again, like he promised he would.
We’re both sweaty and panting when we finish. I cup my hand between my legs to push his come out and wipe it on my stomach.
“We’re going to need another ocean dip to clean you up,” Brody says, smirking. “This could go on all night.”
“I’m going to take you up on that,” I say, catching my breath, rubbing my swollen clit, tracing his come onto my body. “I’m filled with you,” I say, breathy. “It feels so good.”
He moves my hand out of the way and fingers me, making sure to hit my G-spot when he enters.
“Close your eyes.”
I do as I’m told.
“I’m going to finger paint on your stomach. Tell me what I’m drawing.”
He drags more of his come onto my stomach, and the first shape is easy.
“Heart,” I say, teasing my legs open so he’ll go back.
He fingers me a little longer the second time, then slips his hand back to my stomach. My pussy is cold and bereft.
“That’s a raindrop,” I say, slamming my eyes closed further to delight in all my senses.
Brody gives a low, throaty growl before he eats me out, making me arch my back and come apart another time. He doesn’t stop, though. He doesn’t stop eating me until I’m a sweaty pool of limbs and bones, every orgasm slaked from my body viciously, and I’m begging him for a rest.
He’s not tired. He doesn’t ever get tired when it comes to me and my body. We do this dance all night. Eating and fucking. Carnal and feral sometimes, and sweet and slow the next round. His perfect body is my playground, and mine is his.
We don’t sleep until the sun is rising, my head on his chest and his arms protecting me like the safest cage in the entire world.
epilogue
BRODY
SEVEN YEARS LATER
The sun’scoming up over the sound, and there’s something about mornings like this—warm breeze, hint of salt in the air, toddler laughter rolling through the screen door—that makes me pause. Savor. Reflect.
