“I don’t know. Forever is hell of a long time.” He laughed.
Skye jabbed his ribs and he captured her in his strong arms. He looked down into her eyes.
“I love you, Brock.”
“I love you with all my heart, Mrs. Soon-to-be-Masterson.”
Lifting her up with little effort, Brock carried her back to the empty house. Inside, he gently put her down before yanking the buttons on the front of her blouse apart.
“That’s the second shirt,” Skye gasped as his mouth found her erect nipple and she arched her back. Her hands pulled at his hair, demanding more attention. Rough scrapes of his teeth over her nipple made her cry out.
“You’ll forgive me when I’m finished with you. I promise,” Brock teased as he backed her through the empty living room toward the bar.
With gentle hands, Brock lifted her, settling her ass on the edge of the counter. The heat of her desire made her shorts wet with anticipation. She leaned back, enjoying the feel of his lips traveling up her leg, stopping to lovingly nip the tender flesh of her thigh. The slight pain ebbed, and morphed into desire that continued to build.
She wiggled under his touch, and Brock chuckled as he unbuttoned her shorts. His smile was wicked, hinting of unspoken intent to drive her mad with lust. Slowly, he eased her shorts down, tugging her panties with them. Dark brown eyes regarded her with love before resuming their descent to the spot that ached for attention the most.
“Oh, heavens, yes!” Skye squealed. Warmth spread from the junction between her legs, making them quiver. She planted her feet on the bar and pushed her hips up, loving the scratch of his stubble on her sensitive flesh. His tongue lashed out, tickling her sensitive nub before nipping it between his teeth. The overwhelming feeling overtook her, making her wanton. “Don’t make me beg, Brock,” she pleaded.
Two fingers entered her swiftly, taking her breath away. The last two weeks with Brock reminded her of the happiness they had missed all these years, but now seemed to bring them closer together. Their lovemaking became hotter and more sensual with every act, every minute. Her body writhed on top of the tile countertop. The cold, slick surface on her ass, combined with the heat of her pussy made her wild with want. “Please, Brock,” she gasped, knowing he was teasing her by bringing her close to release and making her beg.
“Please, what?” Brock asked, flicking his tongue over her sensitive clit.
“Fuck me, now!” she wailed. The buildup had become excruciating, leaving her a mess of bundled up nerves.
Brock sheathed himself, smiling with appreciation. His cock nudged her entrance as his hands held her hips. With a long thrust, he entered her. Her voice echoed off the bare walls of the empty space. Long, slow strokes followed, stretching her wide. Each ridge of his cock massaged her inner walls before he pulled back to the tip and entered her channel again.
Skye watched Brock’s face. It was determined and loving. Working to please, yet drive her wild. She didn’t know how fate managed to bring them back together, but was so grateful it had. Her heart had never felt so full or her body so pleased. In Brock’s arms she felt loved and safe. Never again would she spend another night alone, or experience another ounce of regret. For in his arms, was where she was meant to be.
His hips began to speed up, pumping his cock inside her, making her moan with delight. Her fingers traced her nipples, much to Brock’s enjoyment. He smiled and rubbed her clit with his thumb. Heat washed over his cock, making his thrusts slide easily in and out. Her body buzzed, ready to explode with satisfaction.
“Come for me, beautiful.” Brock regarded her with a sinful smile.
Then it was there, the electric buzz of nerve endings as her body erupted at his command. Her body stiffened then relaxed with sporadic jerks.
Brock groaned before allowing his release to explode. He pulled her up into his arms, wrapping his arms around her waist. “I love you, Skye.
She held him, feeling his breath rasp against her chest. Love and the promise of tomorrow made her smile. A tear of joy streamed down her cheek. “I love you, Brock. Always.”
The End
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