The delicious pain of my walls stretching around him sends my chest pressing to his as I exhale deeply. He punches my cervix. I stay there for a moment, a fissure of nervous webs.
“I need you so bad.” I bite the cry out of my throat.
I never knew I would need a man like Brody. He seems to understand, saying, “Don’t forget that, lass.”
I clasp Brody's face, kiss him, moving my hips, and thrusting down.
“Don’t forget how much I care for ye,” he tells me again, taking one languid stroke into my sex.
“Never,” I moan. He cares.
Our movement sends waves in all directions. With each thrust, my pleasure builds until I can no longer control it. Bliss surrounds me. A warm blanket of ecstasy consumes me, more than I thought was fathomable. Finally, it’s my chance. I. Am. Happy.