Total pages in book: 94
Estimated words: 95340 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 477(@200wpm)___ 381(@250wpm)___ 318(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 95340 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 477(@200wpm)___ 381(@250wpm)___ 318(@300wpm)
With him.
Obviously…
“What do you want to do?”
“I want to go snuggle.”
His brows go up and his arm goes around my waist, too. “Oh yeah? By snuggle do you mean cuddle fuck?”
“Cuddle fuck?” I pretend I don’t know what he’s talking about.
“Yeah. It’s when you want to cuddle—but we end up fucking.”
Of course that’s what he meant.
But I’ll be the first person to admit that sex with Brodie is off the charts, toe-curling, incredible.
Best sex ever.
Not that I’ve had a ton of partners to compare it to but everything about us fits. And being intimate has brought us closer. Yes, we have issues now and again—our different personalities means we have to work on communication—but so far we’ve been able to navigate them as best we can.
I laugh. “It depends on how cold it is in my room.”
I’m always cold but he’s so damn good at warming me up.
“I’ll keep you warm,” he growls in my ear, giving my waist a gentle squeeze with the hand wrapped around me.
“I knew you’d say that.”
Forty minutes later, I’m toasty in bed and by toasty I mean: my boyfriend is going down on me.
My legs are spread and I have socks on my feet and a bra on but that isn’t stopping him from sucking my clit into oblivion.
I clutch the pillow beneath my head, moaning and panting; I know I’m about to start begging him to be inside me, the words always get lodged in my throat as I war between coming and wanting to come with his dick inside me.
It’s a beautiful dick.
Perfect.
The kind of dick you actually want to suck on. Hard to believe, I know! God has blessed Brodie and I both.
Ha!
My legs begin the tell-tale quivering and if I’m going to speak now I better speak now or hold my peace…
“Babe, please….”
He shakes his head, holding my legs open, giving my thighs a nudge with his elbows.
“Please…Brodie, oh god…fuck me….”
I feel him smiling against my pussy, that bastard is always teasing.
He’s gotten real cocky since the day he lost his virginity. Walks taller, acts more confident.
It’s so sexy, this new side of him.
Funny what a good woman can do for a man’s confidence and I’m forever patting myself on the back.
I give his shoulders a push with the palm of my hand, needing him to take his mouth off my pussy, needing him to make that short climb up my body, needing him to—
“Ahhh.”
He hovers above me, kissing the side of my neck with wet lips.
“Did you like that?”
I nod, pulling at his hips.
“Patience…”
I shake my head. No.
I don’t want to be patient I want—
He slides inside easily since I’m so, so wet, and we both audibly groan.
This is our favorite part.
The first few seconds where he pushes himself in, and if I could bottle the feeling up and sell it, I would be rich.
“You’re so fucking tight.”
“You’re so hard,” I murmur back, returning the compliment.
“Fuck yeah.” He thrusts deep, pumping in and out of me, the headboard beginning its dull thump against my bedroom wall and it’s in the back of my brain to tell him to dial it down a notch; I don’t need my roommates listening to us having sex.
We’re not guys.
We don’t enjoy hearing it.
But I can’t get the words out, not when his dick is this good and I’d rather use the energy sighing and moaning and groaning into his mouth.
Tongue.
Teeth.
Cock.
Brodie begins that guttural, low sound he makes when he’s on the verge of coming, his body tensing up, his hands gripping me harder. Pulling at me harder. Thrusting faster.
Oh god, oh god, oh god….
Oh…..
When we come, it’s together—we’ve mastered that, too—his nose buried in that same spot at my nape, his drawn out moan the moaniest of all moans.
His body jerks.
Jerks again.
He comes inside me the way he’s been doing for a few weeks now after I went to the health center and had them put in an IUD, something we talked about after the talk about being exclusive.
I really do love him…
Haven’t told him yet but we’ll get there.
After we pee, clean ourselves, and get clothes on, we climb back into bed.
I snuggle deeper under my thick quilt, the soft blankets enveloping me like a warm hug. Brodie lays beside me, arms folded behind his head as I flip through the channels with the remote pointed at the TV, his presence a comforting weight against my side as we bask in the afterglow.
The TV cast a soft glow across the room.
The sound of his steady breathing? Also relaxes me.
Everything about his calm presence relaxes me.
Calm and steadfast and—
Just as we hunker down deeper into my warm, blissful bed, a scratching sound pierces the silence, followed by a thud that makes my heart skip a beat. Brodie and I exchange puzzled glances, our eyes widening as we listen intently for more noise.