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Brett kneeled in front of me and brought the showerhead to my pussy. I moaned as the spray of water cleaned me of the excess of soap, driving into my folds and almost pressing into my entrance. Brett leaned forward, releasing the showerhead, and replaced the water with his tongue. I cried out as he licked my pussy lips, teasing me, grazing me with his teeth every now and then. I held out my arms and pressed against the walls on either side to keep my balance. My body trembled from Brett’s advances.

I was going to orgasm again, and it would be the second time from my clit alone. I had thought I would be too sensitive, but Brett knew exactly what he was doing, and it was delicious. He became more intense, lapping at me harder and harder. I put my hand on his head and pushed his face into my pussy as desire took over and I struggled to keep control of myself.

As I thought I was going to tip over the edge into another orgasm, Brett pushed two fingers into me. The sensation was so sudden it was a short distraction. But he pumped his fingers in and out, grinding his mouth against my clit, and I couldn’t hold back anymore. I let out a cry as another orgasm rocked me and my body clamped down around Brett’s hand. He stopped sucking on my clit and slowed down with his fingers, and I had a moment to ride out the orgasm.

“Come with me to the bedroom,” Brett said in a gravelly voice when he stood. I nodded, and he took my hand. We turned off the water and climbed out, toweling off just enough not to leave a puddle behind us when we walked to the bed. I collapsed on the bed first, my hair still wet and the cold in the room sending goose bumps across my skin. When Brett reached me, he had already rolled a condom over his dick. He always did it in a way that didn’t distract from our sex.

“Turn around, baby,” Brett murmured, and I did as he asked. The pet name sent shivers down my spine. When I was facing away from him, bracing myself on the bed, Brett positioned himself behind me. His one hand found my hip and with the other, he guided his cock into my pussy. When he pushed in, we cried out together.

There was no gentle rocking or sensual stroking. We had done that in the shower. This was about a wild release, and Brett started fucking me hard from the moment he pushed into me. Pleasure spread through my body as Brett fucked me harder and harder. Both his hands were on my hips, fingers digging into my skin, but the slight pain only let the pleasure roar through my body. My arms became numb, and I collapsed on the bed and onto my chest, my ass in the air and my body rocking back and forth as Brett pounded into me.

I orgasmed, and Brett released at almost the same time. I felt him pumping into the condom, and my body spasmed around his dick, sending waves of ecstasy through my body.

We came together for a long time. When it was finally over, we collapsed onto the bed. Brett lay next to me, and we were both breathing hard.

“Get that condom off so we can cuddle,” I said.

“Yes, ma’am,” Brett answered and disappeared into the bathroom. When he came back, he climbed into bed with me, naked. I rolled onto his chest, a space I had come to cherish, and he put his arm around me. We didn’t fall asleep. Instead, we joked around a bit, talking more about trivial things, picking up where we had left off when Brett had kissed me.

I didn’t know where this was going to go. I didn’t know what was happening between us, and with how everything was back at the office, there were so many questions that needed to be answered. That needed to be asked.

We would get there, but for now, I was going to enjoy the time I had with Brett and this semblance of normalcy that we had lost when everything had blown up in our faces. What we had right now was what we would have had if we were both other people. If we had different lives. If nothing we did mattered to the media.

I was falling for Brett. Or maybe I had already fallen. Whichever it was, I knew that what I felt for Brett had surpassed pure lust. It was more than that now. That it had happened at all was worth exploring. And I wanted to do that.

Maybe it wasn’t a bad idea to talk to him about it at some point. Not here, not now.

But soon.

Chapter 19

Brett

On Monday morning, I was back in the office and trying to focus on business. After the weekend with Erica, that proved harder than it sounded. I should have been used to the distraction she offered by now, but I didn’t think I would ever get used to Erica. The more time I spent with her, the more she occupied my thoughts.

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