Page 86 of Worth the Fall
I just fucking ate her more veraciously before adding a finger to the mix. I fucked her with my finger and tongue, and I could feel her orgasm building from deep within. Her pussy gripped me from the inside, squeezing and releasing as I sucked her clit and licked like my life wouldn’t exist without this.
“I’m going to come.” Her declaration came out garbled. In broken sounds that only spurred me on more.
My finger worked faster, and my tongue pressed harder, licking with more and more fervor. And when her body started to shake and quiver around me, I pulled my finger out and gripped her hips with both hands to keep her from pushing me away in the process. I ate her until the quaking stopped and her breaths came out like she’d just finished running a marathon.
Wiping my face with the back of my hand, I peered up at the woman who was staring back at me, her chest heaving underneath her sweater, which she was still wearing.
“That was life-changing,” she said, and I laughed as I maneuvered to sit up.
“Can’t wait to do it again,” I admitted because pleasing Brooklyn was so damn gratifying.
“I’d really like to return the favor.” She tried to reach for me, but I scooted out of the way and ended up standing next to the bed instead of where I’d just been lying on top of it.
If she put my dick in her mouth, there was no way I wouldn’t come straight away. Couldn’t have that.
“Next time.” I tried to dissuade her, but she pouted, her bottom lip jutting out. “I need to be inside of you.”
“Well, when you put it that way.” She grinned before moving her almost naked body off the bed to stand with me. “Let me help you get these off.”
I stood still while Brooklyn undressed me, her eyes taking in my body, her lips pressing kisses against my chest and stomach as she pulled my shirt off and dropped it. She followed the happy trail of hair down to my jeans before unbuttoning them and kissing way too close to the big guy.
It had been a long time since anyone else had touched me. I’d been dating myself for years now.
She commanded me to sit as she pulled off my shoes, quickly followed by my jeans. Then, she demanded that I stand, and I obeyed like the good boy I was, in nothing but a pair of black boxer briefs.
“You still have too many clothes on.” I reached for her sweater and removed it, adding it to the pile of clothes now growing on my floor.
My eyes scanned her curvaceous body, her full tits, narrow waist, and those hips.
“You really are beautiful, Brooklyn,” I said as I pulled her toward me.
My heart raced when her bare skin hit mine. She was so soft.
My hand caressed her back and traveled up her spine until I reached her bra and unclasped it like I’d been practicing the movement for the last twenty years. I was surprised I still remembered how to do it. I leaned down, taking her breast into my mouth, my tongue swirling around her nipple and sucking before doing the same thing to the other one.
“Thomas.” Her voice was breathless again.
I couldn’t get enough of her. Would never get my fill. I dropped to my knees and pulled down her panties once and for all. I hoped she never fucking wore them again as I pressed a kiss against her clit.
She shivered and took a step back before scolding me. “I can’t stand up straight if you do that.”
“Get back on the bed then.” I pointed.
She turned around, that perfect ass in my face as she crawled back on top of my bed and waited for me as a realization struck.
“Shit. I don’t have a condom,” I said.
“I’m on birth control if you’re okay with that,” she said.
I nodded because I planned on keeping this woman from this day forward. “I’m very okay with that.”
I removed my boxer briefs and watched as Brooklyn’s eyes zeroed in on my exposed dick.
“Bring that to me.” She was practically salivating, and fuck me, if that didn’t make me get even harder.
Moving onto the bed, I situated my body to hover over hers as her green eyes stared up at me, her red hair splayed across my pillow. Leaning down, I kissed her before traveling to her ear, her neck, and then back to her waiting mouth. Our tongues tangled, dancing together effortlessly, and it wouldn’t surprise me one bit if our hearts started to beat in the same rhythm—I felt that connected to her.
When her hand gripped my dick, I startled briefly, not expecting the contact. But her grip felt so good, her fingers gliding along the length of me as she guided me toward her entrance.