Page 70 of Changing Lanes

His moans garner my attention, peeping at him, I see he’s watching me rub my breasts. My chest rises involuntarily when he sinks his finger in me, working me to the brink. I’m primed, and I fucking pulse with every move of his hand.

As I pinch my nipples, Brannon sucks my clit into his mouth, nipping it before it pops free. I’m done. Screaming his name, he climbs up my body to cover my mouth with his. Releasing my lips, Brannon raises me up, sliding my dress off.

Pulling my cups down, he tucks them under my breasts, making them jut forward. Sucking one into his mouth, he continues to lightly twist and pinch the other. My hips rise from the stimulation, rubbing against his heavy cock.

Fisting his cock, he presses the head against my clit. Stroking my pussy with the head of his dick, he spreads my orgasms over both of us. His throbbing cock in one hand, he throws my leg over his shoulder with the other.

I’m spread open to him, and he wastes no time in taking me. His cock enters me, stretching me with his girth until he tops out. His fingers dig into my thigh as he begins moving in me. Dragging out, pushing deep, I’m lead to the edge for him to pull back, slowing the pace down.

“Please. Please, fuck me.” He smirks at my request but rewards me.

Dropping my leg, his hands sweep down the inside of my thighs. Massaging the flesh closest to my pussy, I pulse around his cock, gripping it and pulling him deeper. His hands begin parting my legs, spreading them wide.

He slides my ass up on his thighs, giving him leverage to lean in. His hands slide down the inside of my legs to just above my knees. I’m spread into a ‘V’ when he begins to pound into me. Gripping my legs, his fingers dig deep, the burn pushing me further.

Our bodies meet with sounds of ecstasy enraptured in our primal need for one another. He grunts with each thrust, earning every moan of praise escaping my lips. When heat coils deep within me, I run my hands over my breast again, still exposed to him.

His eyes follow my hands as I roll my nipples between my fingers bringing them to their tightest peak. Swirling them with my index, I pinch them between it and my thumb. Reaching between us, Brannon strokes my clit twice bringing me to orgasm.

He presses into my throbbing bud, wringing every ounce of come from me before he fills me with his. Pumping me until I descend from my high, he spills from my walls. He falls on me, rolling me to his side. Our breathing hard and ragged, we lay there, motionless.

After a few minutes, I murmur, “I can’t move.”

“Do you want to?” His words are no more than a breathless whisper.

Sighing, I say, “No.”

Brannon scoots closer to me, covering our midsections with his coat. He slides his arm under my head, tucking me into him. We lay there, still coming off our high. His warm breath sweeps across my neck, and he kisses my shoulder softly.

“I love you.” His words caress my ear. I turn faintly to my right, looking at him.

“I love you.” He pulls my face to him, kissing me sweetly.

Pausing, we gaze at one another before he takes my mouth with vigor. Moving his arm, he rolls me over, finding his place between my thighs. His mouth refuses to leave mine as his throbbing cock slides through my wetness.

He slides in and out in an unhurried pace, helping to savor this moment in time. He makes love to me, worshipping every inch of my body. His commanding kisses travel down my body leisurely until they find purchase on the swells of my breasts.

Sucking one into his mouth, he fondles the other with reverence. Switching only to give due adoration for the other with the flick of his tongue. Finding his way back to my mouth, his tongue swirls against mine breaking only for gasps of air.

Resting his forehead against mine, we lock gazes as we ride our orgasms out together. His head falls to my chest, and I wrap my legs around him, holding him to me. I never want to be without him again. I don’t think my heart could take it.

Slipping our clothes on, we walk to the house. The bright moon guides us down the path. No lights are on in the house, telling us it’s late. Stepping onto the driveway, I pull his hand toward my car. I’m halted in my tracks as Brannon stretches his arm from where he stands.

I turn to look at him, and he gazes at me with a small smile and tugs my hand. I stare at him, and he jerks his head toward the house. Looking from him to the house, I consider what he’s asking. I take a step back, our fingers loosening from the distance.

He smiles as he reassures me. “It’s okay. We can do this, we’ll work it out.”

I roll my eyes at him then smile. “You think that about everything, don’t you?”

“All we can do is try.” He twists his fingers to lace with mine.

Nodding at him, I follow him to the house, up the stairs, and into his bed. I fall asleep thinking about how many times I’ve imagined this happening. Lovers were few and far between, never allowing them to stay because the only man to hold me until I fell asleep was this man. His arms are the only ones I ever wanted to fall asleep in.

I wake with light streaming through the window. Raising on my elbows, I scan the room. Steam escapes through a crack in a door. Wrapping the sheet around me, I tiptoe over, listening closely before opening it.

Brannon stands gloriously behind a glass door, his hands washing over his body as bubbles trail down his legs. Rubbing his torso with soap, it adds to the bubbles. Rinsing his body, the water runs streams over his muscles, showcasing his ‘V’ to which I sink my teeth into my lip.

Following the water’s path in the opposite direction, I find Brannon watching me. He opens the door, offering his hand. I hesitate, thinking about the company we share. He tilts his head, giving me his wry smile. I let the sheet drop.