“Let me make you feel really good, Josie.”
The way he looks at me, like bringing me pleasure is more important than his own, steals my ability to speak, so I nod in response. In one fast thrust, he’s inside me, his crown hitting my core so hard and so beautifully, it sends sparks of pleasure through me.
“Yes,” I cry out and put my hands around his neck as he falls over me, his mouth on mine. He kisses me deeply, stealing all my thoughts, until I can’t think, only feel. I grip his hair, tug, and slide my legs around his ass to hang on for the ride.
His cock is thick inside me, gloriously stretching me, and I revel in his girth and hardness. I move, eager for him to fuck me. His hands move to my hips and his fingers press into me for leverage as he inches almost all the way out, only to slam back into me again.
“Ohmigod,” I yell, and his mouth moves to my throat, his labored breaths hot against my skin as he wets my flesh with kisses. Our bodies move together, and his arms slide around me, hold me to him and my heart squeezes. It’s been so long since I’ve been held like this, another bevy of emotions races through me and this time, I let them tug at my fragile heart.
I close my eyes and ride out each wave of bliss, my body tightening, preparing for another earth-shattering climax as Brody pumps into me. I race my hands over his hard back, desperate need to touch every inch of his skin, all his hard muscle pulls at me.
I moan. “Brody,” I murmur, and slide my hands to the small of his back, following the motion of his hips as he pumps in and out of my body, each downward thrust stimulating my clit. I whimper with pleasure. “So good.”
“I know, Josie. Believe me, I know.”
I hug him to me, our bodies entwined, moist, as the world once again closes in on me. I can’t believe I’m about to climax again.
“Jesus,” he growls as my sex tightens around his pistoning cock, and his hands move up my back to grip my shoulders. His body curls into me, and I sense he’s straining to hang on, but I don’t want him too. I want him to feel, too.
“Come with me, Brody.”
“Josie…”
“Let me feel you.”
He nods and drives in once, twice, then stills high inside me as I continue to clench around him, wave after wave of pleasure surging through me until I’m completely lost in euphoria. His cock swells impossibly more, and he growls as he lets go.
“Ohmigod, yes,” I say as he pumps into the condom and for one brief second I hate the barrier between us. Especially when we’ve both been so open and honest. I like that about Brody. Like that he doesn’t keep secrets. Integrity is important to me.
He pulses and throbs and when he finally depletes himself, he collapses on top of me. “Josie,” he murmurs, and bends his head to take my nipple into his mouth. He licks me gently as we both slowly come back from bliss, and when I slide my hands through his hair, his head lifts, his eyes meeting mine.
“That was…fun,” I say with a small laugh.
“Yeah, it was,” he agrees and presses his lips to mine for a slow, easy kiss that curls through my blood and wraps around my heart. “I like having naps with you.”
That makes me laugh out loud. I stretch my arms, and yawn. I haven’t had a day off in so long, it feels good just to relax and forget about real life for a while.
“We can still have that nap,” I say.
“I like that idea.”
He eases out of me, and my body feels so empty without him. Who knew he’d become an addiction so fast? He discards the condom, and I make a move to get up, to clean up, but his big hand splays over my chest and he holds me down.
“Stay here. Rest. I’ll be right back.” I lay on my pillow, and stark naked, he walks to my door, and I grin at his cute ass. Water runs in the bathroom and he comes back with a wet cloth to wash me down and a stupid, emotional lump pushes into my throat at his sweetness.
Once we’re clean, we snuggle in and I put my cheek on his heart. My mind slows, my body so thoroughly pleasured, I begin to drift off, until a noise pulls me back. My bedroom door creaks open and a heavy weight lands at the foot of my bed.
“You forgot to close the door,” I murmur. Miss Mabel snuck in. I lift my head, but he puts his hand around my neck and brings me back to his chest.
“I’m okay with it, if you are,” he says, his voice groggy from sex. “But if she’s not allowed in here, I’ll put her in the other room.”
My throat tightens even more. I’ve been independent for so long, I’d forgotten what it was like to have someone do things for you—because my needs are important to them.
Careful, Josie.
“I’m okay with it,” I say and even though I’m working to keep my voice casual, a little bit of worry seeps in—worry that I could fall for this tough hockey player, a guy with a zest for life, a guy who is sweet and sensitive and puts my needs first. But maybe I’m wrong. Maybe he wants to put Mabel in the other room, not because he wants to do things for me, but because he cares about her training. His body shifts, and even though my eyes are closed, I can feel his drilling into me, like he can sense my unease. I sigh and slow my breathing, and while he likes honesty, I’m not about to tell him I might be falling for him.
He settles as I slow my breathing, to give the illusion that I’m almost asleep, and a measure of guilt niggles at me. It’s best I keep all these crazy emotions to myself. Honestly, I’m probably feeling things simply because I haven’t been with anyone in a long time. I’m sure I’d be riding a roller coaster of emotions with any guy who was my first after my husband.