Page 49 of Fighting for Brielle
Brielle’s breath caught in her throat at the incredible sensations he aroused in her. “Justice,” she moaned. She tried to caress him, but he wouldn’t let her.
“No, baby. I haven’t rockedyourworld yet.”
He placed openmouthed kisses along her toned torso and moved further down her body until he reached the tantalizing apex between her thighs. He stopped short then, to caress and kiss her feet, slide his hands up her legs, and press his mouth on the sensitive spot behind her knees. Justice made her breathless with anticipation as he pulled her legs apart and ran his hands along her inner thighs. He teased her mercilessly as he slid a finger inside her hot, wet folds before he lowered his head and used his tongue to excite her. Long, slow strokes with pauses in between each one caused Brielle to whimper and moan low in her throat as she tossed her head from side to side. When his tongue flicked her clit, she gasped and arched her back.
“Oh, God, Justice!”
He blew softly into her and continued those slow, measured strokes, every so often teasing her clit until the sweet pleasure building inside of her exploded in the most powerful and intense orgasm she’d ever experienced. At that moment Justice sucked hard on her clit, and Brielle cried his name, gripping the sheet beneath her.
When her body stopped shuddering, he flipped her over, moving her hair aside so he could kiss her neck and her shoulders. One finger traced her spine followed by feather-light kisses. He squeezed her softer, rounder, more tempting curves, and lifting her up a little, inserted one finger, then a second into her slick opening.
Her soft mewls of pleasure excited him, and he couldn’t hold back any longer. Justice turned Brielle onto her back and sank deep inside her, groaning as she took all of his hard, pulsing length. Wanting to prolong their penultimate climax, wanting to please Brielle more than himself, he thrust slowly and steadily, then changed his rhythm, sometimes pulling nearly all the way out before pumping against her.
Raking her nails lightly down his back, Brielle practically sobbed as she demanded him to move faster and harder. As she reached her climax, she cried, “Yes! Oh, God, yes!”
Justice cut her off by capturing her mouth with his, moaning his own pleasure deep in his throat. He kissed her hard until their bodies stopped quaking from the ecstasy they shared. Afterward, they lay, limbs entwined, as Justice guided Brielle’s head onto his chest.
“My answer is yes,” she told him in a soft voice. “To everything you wanted to know. If you want to adopt Rosie, I’ll support you. In fact, let’s visit her tomorrow so you can introduce me. And,” she pressed a warm kiss against his skin, “I think you’re definitely a man worth loving. You’re amazing, Justice. Both in and out of bed.”
His arms tightened around her. “So are you. I’ve been waiting my entire life to meet a woman like you. I know this happened fast, but I’ve never felt like this about anyone else. Thanks, by the way, for not slapping me or shoving the cheesecake in my face or running out the door earlier. And mostly, thanks for the way you made love to me. You made me feel, I don’t know…”
“I hope I made you feel wanted. Appreciated,” she responded. “Because that’s how you made me feel. And I’ve never felt like this about anyone else, either, which is why I trust it. Trustyou.”
Justice grinned. “We lit this bed on fire.”
Brielle leaned up on one elbow. “Ready for round three?”
“I think it’s four, but who’s counting?” Justice drawled as he rolled her beneath him and molded his mouth to hers.
After a long night of lovemaking, they finally fell into a deep, sated sleep.
* * *
Brielle awoke mid-morning. She yawned and stretched before glancing down at Justice. She smiled as she recalled the incredible things they’d done in his bed all night. He proved to be a fantastic lover, generous and giving, always caring more about her pleasure and satisfaction than his own. But she took care of his needs, too, as they explored each other’s body and learned what pleased them the most.
Expelling a soft breath, Brielle didn’t have the heart to wake Justice. He looked so peaceful and boyish with one arm resting on the pillow above his head. Quietly, she slipped from the bed and took a quick shower. Her body still tingled from making exquisite love for hours. Honestly, she didn’t think she was capable of having multiple orgasms, one after another, until Justice learned the secrets of her body.
After rummaging through a dresser drawer, she found one of his Navy T-shirts and pulled it on. It fell to her knees, and she smiled.
Downstairs in the kitchen, Brielle brewed a pot of coffee and poured herself a cup, enjoying those first few sips as she gazed at the Pacific. The sun shining gloriously on the water reflected the brightness deep in her soul this morning. But nothing compared to the man sleeping upstairs and his place in her life. In her heart.
Turning away from the view, she found eggs, link sausage, and pancake mix. Humming to herself, she fried the sausage while flipping pancakes. When the sausage was done, she scrambled half a dozen eggs.
Just as she flipped the last pancake onto a platter, she heard Justice’s rich, deep voice. “You look damn sexy in my T-shirt.”
Brielle set the platter of pancakes on the granite counter and sidled toward him. “Good morning.” She offered her mouth for a kiss.
“Good morning.” Justice crushed her against him. His mouth slanted relentlessly across hers, his tongue plundering again and again as he lifted the T-shirt.
“Aren’t you hungry?” she whispered against his lips.
“Starved. But breakfast can wait.”
He swept her into his arms and took her upstairs for a quick romp in his bed and again in the shower. Laughing, they chased each other downstairs to the kitchen.
After they devoured every single bite of food, several cups of coffee and glasses of orange juice, they discussed their plans for the rest of the day. Justice called the Westfalls and arranged to see Rosie around two o’clock that afternoon.
“Let’s have a picnic on the beach,” Brielle suggested. “Nothing fancy. Just sandwiches, chips, cookies, and lemonade. I’ll pack a basket.”
