My palms became sweaty as I parked on the street near her building. When I was an hour away, Avery texted me that he was lagging on getting Brooke home so I could get to her before she fell asleep, but Nicole was getting antsy and he couldn’t stall anymore. I knew he was truly my best friend because I figured he wanted to be buried deep in Nicole instead of “babysitting” Brooke for me.
Me: Still awake?
Brooke: Just got out of the shower and trying to stay awake for your call. How’s work going?
I got out of my car and started to walk toward her building.
Me: Busy. Just made myself take a break. I miss you.
Brooke: I miss you more.
I found her apartment and started to walk up the stairs while I dialed her number and smiled at her words. There was no way she missed me more.
“Hey,” she answered. I could hear the smile through the phone.
“Hey, I just wanted to hear your voice.”
“You’re always telling me pick-up lines.”
“How is that a pick-up line?” I asked, still smiling as I stood outside her door. The lights from inside her apartment glowed through the blinds.
My palms were still sweaty. Why was I so nervous? This was my Brooke. The one I’d spent seven nights with on a cruise. The one I talked to every night before bed.
“You always say things that make me melt.” Knock, knock, knock. “Weird, someone is at the door,” she said, losing her train of thought.
“Who could that be this late at night?” I asked, still smiling like the Cheshire Cat from Alice in Wonderland.
“Probably Nicole. Ever since we found out about my tumor, she’s been babying me. Tonight, she and Avery acted like they couldn’t leave me home alone. After dinner, they took me to get ice cream and coffee,” she said, dragging out the word “and”. “Hold on, let me see what she wants.”
I heard the wind through the phone as she made her way through her apartment. My heart was racing more than the day I held Cheyenne in my arms. The day my peanut was born had changed my life. I hoped tonight was life changing, too.
I could see her shadow as she looked through the peephole and I waited nervously.
She gasped. “Easton … What …”
The deadbolt turned, and she opened the door. She stood with the phone held to her ear, dressed in my boxers and Halo T-shirt that she hadn’t returned.
My phone was still to my ear, too. “Hi,” I said, smiling—still. My smile hadn’t faltered since she answered the phone.
She bit her bottom lip, and my cock jerked in my jeans. “Hi,” she said, taking the phone from her ear.
I lowered mine, pressing the End button and stepped forward as she did the same. Our bodies were inches apart, hers smelling like apple orchards and mine smelling like a stuffy bar.
“What—”
I grabbed her face with both hands, my phone still in my right hand and kissed her like the night we kissed on the cruise. Her phone fell to the floor as she reached up, running her fingers through my hair and pressing her body against mine. My dick grew hard with the contact, but this time she didn’t pull away like she had the first time she’d felt my cock stiffen when we kissed.
I kicked the door closed behind me, and she led me to her bedroom with our fingers laced. No words were spoken; they weren’t needed. So much sexual frustration had been built up between us, and now that we were both single, we knew what was coming.
I’d been waiting for this moment for what seemed like an eternity. Every noise from the busy street that ran in front of her apartment building disappeared as our tongues lapped at each other again. Her moans made my cock stiffen more, and I had to fight every urge to throw her on the bed and make her scream my name before we’d even had time to say more than hello.
This was going to be my first time with her, and I wanted it to be perfect. It would be my last first time with anyone. If someone had told me three weeks ago that I would fall in love with the first woman I saw on the cruise around my age, I would have told them they were crazy.
Avery was looking for the one, but I’d found my own.
“What are you doing here?” she asked, never breaking the contact of our lips.
I didn’t break them either as I responded against her mouth, “I had to be here for my Superwoman.”
“I would say the roses were enough, but this is better,” she said, crawling backward onto the bed.
“They were a decoy. I planned to come after work, but I needed to see you sooner.”
I stepped closer as she kneeled on the edge of the bed, her arms wrapped around my neck, sending shivers down my spine as she ran her fingers through my hair. Every time Brooke touched me, it was like I had never been touched before. Every touch felt new.
“Now we can christen the sheets like you promised,” she said, leaning back to look into my eyes.
“Oh yeah?” I smirked at her.
“Definitely.”
I could feel the hardness of her nipples as they poked through her shirt— my shirt. I reached down to the hem of her T-shirt. “I like your shirt.”
“I wear it every night.” She blushed.
“Mmmm, it smells clean, like you,” I said, bending down to sniff the side of her neck.
“Well, I wash it, but I just put it back on the same night I do laundry.”
“I’m going to give you more so you don’t wear it out too fast. I like you sleeping in my clothes.”
“That’s fine with me.” She smiled.
I kissed the side of her neck where I had been memorizing her scent, and my tongue slipped out to taste her skin, making her moan again. She tilted her head to the side, granting me better access, my tongue tasting the saltiness of her skin. I ran my tongue from the top of her shoulder to her earlobe, feeling little goose bumps on her skin as she moaned again. She tasted like heaven, and I wasn’t even to the good stuff, yet. I couldn’t imagine what her pussy would taste like. If it tasted as good as her skin, I was going to be eating her for breakfast, lunch and dinner until the day I died.
I grabbed the hem of the T-shirt, raising it until it was over her head and on the floor. I stepped back a foot, capturing the sight of her bare, plump breasts, and my mouth watered in anticipation.
“You’re the most beautiful woman in the whole world.”
“You’re just sayin’ that.”
My eyes darted back to hers. “I’m serious. I want to suck and lick every inch of you right now.”
“Well, do it.” She smiled.
She didn’t have to tell me twice.
I threw my shirt on the floor beside hers and stepped forward, grabbing her left breast with my right hand. It was the perfect size for my hand. Just big enough to spill over in my palm, but not too big that I wouldn’t know what to do with it all. I bent down to stick it in my mouth, twirling my tongue around her puckered nipple.
“Do you want to turn the light off?” she asked.
I looked up at her. “Why would I want to do that?”
“I … I don’t know.” She shrugged.
“We can turn the lights off if you want, but I want to see you, baby.”
“Okay.” She smiled again.
There was something in her look that told me that when Jared fucked her, he did it with the lights off. He was a worthless piece of shit who probably got off on women who looked like men instead of this beautiful woman in front of me.
His loss!
I took her other breast in my mouth, giving her nipple the same attention as the first one. Her hands continued to play with my hair, and I could smell the distinct fragrance of her arousal.
Stepping away from her, I unbuttoned my jeans, and after I stepped out of them, I threw them and my boxers on the floor with our clothes. I watched Brooke watch me. The look in her eye was like a tiger about to pounce on its prey. But I was the tiger, and I was going to claim her first.
As I stood before her naked body, placing my hands on her hips and hooking my
fingers in the elastic band of her boxers, I shimmied them down her legs, taking her panties with them. When I got to her bent legs, she laid back, straightening her legs so I could remove the rest of her clothes.
I’d imagined her naked body a thousand times, but nothing could compare to the real deal. Her smooth, golden, tanned body radiated as I looked down on her. I would never get the image out of my head as it was now engraved in every part of my brain. I wanted to go to sleep every night with it and wake up every morning to it.
It was mine.
She was mine.
She scooted back to the center of the bed, laying her head on a pillow, and I crawled over her, looking directly into her eyes until we were face to face. I brushed my lips against hers and started to taste her body again with my tongue, starting at her slender throat.
“Do you have a condom?” she asked.
Shit!
“Fuck, I didn’t expect this to happen. I left the bar quickly and came straight here. I don’t have one.”
“I have an IUD.”
“A what?” I laughed.
She laughed back. “It’s a pregnancy prevention thing that gets stuck up in your vagina.”
“I … It’s like … It means you won’t get pregnant, right?”
“Yeah.” She smiled. “It’s like the pill, but not.”
I shrugged. “I’m clean if you trust me.”
“I trust you. And I’m clean, too.”
“Good. Now that we got that out of the way, can I continue my trail?”
“Uh huh,” she said, biting her lip and smiling.
Her fucking smile made my cock twitch every time I saw it. If she kept looking at me all cute, it was going to be over sooner than I wanted. I was trying to draw it out. Trying to make this memorable for both of us because she wasn’t just some random chick I picked up at Halo. This was my Superwoman, and I wanted our first time to be the best we’d ever had.
I continued down to the valley of her breasts, stopping to suck each one in my mouth again. The scent of her arousal was getting stronger, and I needed to find out how wet she was. While I sucked a nipple into my mouth, I reached between her legs, running my middle finger between her folds. The instant I felt her slick juices, I groaned against her chest. My dick stood at attention, jealous and wanting to be covered in the fluids that my finger was getting. She gasped as I touched her clit with my finger, throwing her head back against the pillow and arching her back off the bed.
I rubbed her nub as I continued my trail with my tongue, licking her stomach, dipping into her belly button and going further south until her coarse hair tickled my tongue. I grinned against the top of her mound as realization was settling in that I was about to taste her pussy for the first time. All my senses were on high alert, and my cock throbbed, screaming at me because it wanted to be in Brooke’s warm cunt. But I needed to taste her. I’d waited too long, and even though I wanted nothing more than to give my dick what he wanted, I wanted to feel Brooke squeeze my head with her thighs as her first orgasm shot through her.
As I inched down further, a bead of pre-cum glistened on the tip of my cock. I was ready to explode just hearing Brooke moan at the first swipe of my tongue against her pussy. It tasted like candy.
Sweet fucking candy.
I lapped at her core as she continued to moan and clenched the comforter on her bed. When I flicked her clit, her body jerked a little beneath me. Her pussy was as sweet as a fucking lollipop and the best cunt I’d ever tasted—and I’d had my fair share.
I spread her folds open with my fingers and continued to lick up her sweet juices. I couldn’t believe that I was in her apartment and tasting her—ready to fuck her. I laid on the bed on my stomach, and with my other hand, I slipped first one finger and then two into her pussy as I sucked and flicked her clit.
Her body started to tighten as she was on the verge of shattering. I moved my fingers and tongue faster, needing her to release so my cock could experience her tight pussy bareback. I hadn’t gone without a condom since I was married to Dana, and I knew it was going to feel awesome.
My two fingers curled inside her drenched pussy, and that was Brooke’s undoing. She moaned, back arching and legs clenching my head like I wanted. I slowly continued to fuck her with my fingers until her body relaxed and started coming down from her high.
I rose off my belly, licking my lips and tasting her cum as I crawled up her body. Our eyes were locked as I bent my head down, capturing her mouth with mine. I didn’t think about it—I needed to kiss her. There had been some women who wouldn’t let me kiss them after, but not Brooke. She didn’t even flinch.
Her tongue darted out, tasting herself on my lips and tongue. She moaned again, running her hands along my smooth chest and rippling washboard abs, and grabbed my cock. I let her pump me a few times in her hand, but I was on the brink of losing it, so I pulled out of her grasp and eased my way between her thighs once more—this time with my dick. I pressed the tip of my cock against her entrance and ran it along her folds to gather some of her cum while looking into her lustful eyes. I eased into her, inch by inch, her legs wrapping around me so that I could go deeper once I was in all the way. Each inch warmed my cock as I sank into her.
We stared into each other’s eyes as I went further in. I’d forgotten how good it felt to go without a condom, but I knew nothing compared to her. Her warm, slick pussy wrapped around my cock each time I went deeper. Her nails raked lightly across my back, and my goose bumps returned. Not only my hair, but every nerve was standing at attention as I withdrew a little and then eased in further.
Once I was to the hilt, I leaned down, kissing her again as I moved my hips. She ran her hands through my hair—something I loved, but had never told her. She just knew.
Our bodies had a light coating of sweat as our hips rocked in sync with each other. She would moan and I would groan as the pleasure grew so intense that I knew I couldn’t last long. I’d been worked up from the moment she opened the door and I’d laid eyes on her. I was trying my hardest to wait for her to come again.
As if she were reading my mind she whimpered, “I’m close,” in my ear.
I was even closer, I knew it.
I rested my weight on my left forearm, continuing to pump into her as I reached my hand between her legs and rubbed her clit. She titled her head to the side, and I leaned forward enough to take her lips and tongue in my mouth again. Her body tightened the same way it did when she was about to come before. I massaged her nub harder and faster, grinding my hips into her as fast as I could. Brooke moaned my name as she came beneath me, and I groaned hers in her ear as I came at the same time.
“Wow …” Brooke finally said as we lay next to each other.
“I know.”
I did know. It had been almost a year since I’d had sex. Before when I would let a girl have more than one night with me and we would end up having sex, I wouldn’t kiss her. Kissing during sex was something special. Kissing wasn’t special, but when my dick was in them, I didn’t want my tongue in their mouth. But Brooke … I couldn’t get enough. The moment her eyes locked with mine when I entered her—I was a goner. I wanted my hands, mouth, chest, cock—everything on and in her.
She leaned over, wrapped her arm around my body, and placed her head on my chest.
She fit me perfectly.
I woke to the smell of bacon and coffee … two of my favorite things. I was a little bummed that Easton wasn’t still in bed with me. I would have loved to have woken up next to him, but spending the night in his arms and waking up to him cooking breakfast was just as good.
After our first session, I laid wrapped in his arms as he lightly ran his fingertips down my arm. I was almost asleep before I realized that we had never locked the front door. After I’d made myself get out of bed to lock the door, I went back to my bedroom and was instantly awake for round two.
The things Easton could do with his tongue were out of this world. Jared had never once come cl
ose to getting me off while going down on me. After about five minutes of him asking me if I was close, I would fake it. There was no faking it with Easton.
Since the first day of the cruise, I’d imagined his fingers and tongue on my pussy, but nothing had come close to the reality. Since I’d kicked Jared out, I would use my own fingers after hanging up the phone with Easton. Just thinking about his voice and laugh, and remembering his hard body and smile, made me horny. When I saw him at my front door last night, I instantly became wet. He was no longer in my imagination; he was reality—my reality.
I slipped on his boxers and T-shirt. I hadn’t meant to steal them, but the morning I woke up to him in the shower, I’d left as soon as I could. Part of me was disappointed because I knew I could have had Easton on the cruise like I’d wanted since Jared had been cheating on me the whole time. But the other part of me was glad that our first time was in a king-size bed and not in the middle of two twins pushed together.
“Mornin’,” I said, slipping my arms around Easton’s bare stomach and leaning my head on his back. He stood in my kitchen in only his jeans, scrambling eggs.
“Did I wake you?”
“No, the bacon did.” I smiled against his back.
Easton turned in my arms, giving me a sweet kiss on the lips. “I made coffee, too. I hope it’s how you like it.”
“Nothing creamer can’t fix.” I stood on my tippy-toes, giving him a little kiss before turning to make myself a cup.
After he’d finished making the scrambled eggs and a few slices of toast, we sat at my square cherry oak table and dug in. It had been a long time since anyone had cooked me breakfast.
“Thank you for making breakfast,” I said, taking a bite of the bacon.
“You’re welcome.”
“How did you learn to cook?”
“After Dana died, I had to learn, you know? I couldn’t let Cheyenne starve. My mom taught me the basics, but over time, I’ve picked up some things here and there.” He took a sip of his coffee.
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