A loud groan.
A blissed-out sigh.
Soon, she’s hitting a fast pace of cries. She’s close, and I don’t want her to lose it again. As I fill her and fuck her, I find her swollen clit, and I rub. Just the right pressure. Just the right touch.
My mission? Overwhelm her with pleasure so she can’t think.
And I don’t relent. I keep the rhythm of hard, deep thrusts. Focused swirls of my finger.
Most of all…words.
So hot, so tight, so good.
I’m close to the edge too.
Soon, I’ll lose control.
But I hold on till she tips over, her sounds turning into a gorgeous cry ofoh God,oh God, oh God.
Once, twice, then countless times as she comes.
I follow her there, rocking into her, my own release blurring out the world.
When at last we both come back to earth, I lean over her and kiss her shoulder. “Don’t think for a moment that I forgot the terms of our deal. I have yet to make you scream my name while my face is between your thighs.”
She laughs. “So I get another chance.”
“We both do.”
Some things women do amaze me. Like that bra trick where they take it off from under their clothes. A bit of wiggling thenvoila—free-range boobs.
I’m equally floored that Brooke can throw together a meal after such epic sex. My brain is still coming back online, and she’s whipping up a risotto dish in a frying pan, sautéing mushrooms and asparagus too.
“How did you do that?” I gesture in awe to the goodness on the stove, crackling and sizzling in her cute little kitchen. Yellow walls make the place warm and inviting, and the evening sun streams through the windows.
“Do what? Cook?”
“More like put together a recipe that quickly. You chopped the asparagus and mushrooms in no time,” I say, scratching my jaw, trying to put two and two together in my post-orgasm haze. “Honestly, I’m not sure I’m speaking in complete sentences after that. I’m still feeling a little sex drunk.”
She pats my shoulder. “You’re managing. I’m following.”
“Must do sex again,” I grunt, caveman style.
“Okay, you’re de-evolving,” she says with a laugh.
“Sex and tacos. Must have sex and tacos next time,” I continue.
“Well, that’s clear.”
I go back to normal. “Forgive my appetite. Great sex makes me extra hungry,” I say, coming in closer to drop a tender kiss on the back of her neck. She smells likeus.
She leans against me, seeming to savor the soft kiss too. “You’re forgiven,” she whispers.
But then she returns her focus to the food. As she pushes the veggies around with a spatula, she says, “Want to know my secret? To tossing the veggies in the pan so quickly?”
“I really do.”
She drops her voice to a stage whisper. “The veggies were pre-chopped.”