“It wasn’t that bad. I’ve seen you get hit harder than that at the dojo.”
“I know,” she said and wiped a tear from her cheek.
“Can you kiss me like you did Pam and Peggy?” she asked.
“How did you know I kissed them?” I asked in shock.
“You have lip gloss on your lips.”
“Oh.”
“How about we have that make-up sex you wanted the last time we fought?” Brook suggested.
I was down with that. ‘Rich white boy,’ my ass.
We held each other as we walked into my bedroom and found Precious sound asleep on my pillow. I scooped the cat up, put her in Duke’s crate, and locked her in. The look she gave me promised pain. Probably best that I call Brit and have her let Precious out when I wasn’t around.
When I came back into the bedroom, I found Brook in a frilly, sexy bra-and-panty set she’d bought from Victoria’s Secret. I made a wolfish growl and began to stalk her.
“I could eat you for hours,” I threatened.
“Yeah, right. I bet you can’t even last an hour.”
I cocked my head to the side and slowly let a grin light up my face.
“Oh, crap,” Brook moaned.
I scooped her up and deposited her onto her back on the bed. I grabbed her hips so I could adjust her to where I could best get to my goal from the side of the bed. Then I lifted and spread her legs to give myself better access. I simply pulled her panties to the side and lowered my head to the promised land.
I took the flat of my tongue and bathed her sex to get it wet. Brook laid back and let me have my way with her. I would forever be grateful to Cindy and Suzanne for teaching me how to pleasure a woman with my mouth. I was sure that I still had plenty to learn, but like when I received a blow job, enthusiasm counted. Doing this with Brook was something I very much enjoyed.
It was different when you have sex with someone you love. I loved a no-holds-barred romp in the sack where the goal is just to have the best time imaginable; I’d always thought that was the best possible sex. But I’d been wrong.
As much as I hated to admit it, my uncle might be right about a few things. Until I knew something, I wouldn’t know it. He would tell me that when I experienced it, I would understand. Someday, way in the future, I would share with him how right he was about the many lessons he’d taught me.
Brook started to get aroused as I used my tongue to bring her pleasure. When I was sure of her arousal, I pulled out one of my old tricks: I attacked her button with the tip of my tongue like a metronome. One, two, three, pause; and repeat, again and again and again.
“Oh, my … oh, my … oh, my … don’t stop!”
So I did. Brook looked down in shock. I loved watching her chest heave up and down as she breathed hard. I returned to my task at hand. One, two, three, pause. Back and forth, up and down, and every other direction. Sometimes I would miss her nubbin, barely brush it, or make direct contact. The result was that I was about to drive Brook crazy. I knew I’d found a winner when she began to chant my name.
My grin about split my face when she shuddered and pushed her hand against my forehead as she came. There was still a lot of time left on the clock. I waited for her to come to her senses.
“You ready for round two?” I asked.
“Stand up and just do me,” she ordered.
She rolled over and got on her knees to present me with her backside. I decided I should get naked and disrobed. When I was ready, I fisted Mr. Happy and guided him so he pushed her panties out of the way. Brook gasped as I penetrated her. It was sexy as hell to see her in her panty set as we made love.
She reacted like I was Ryan Gosling. No, wait, that was Halle’s fantasy man. I’d never asked Brook who hers was. Whoever it was, she quickly had a monster orgasm.
“Stop!” she ordered.
I couldn’t figure out what was wrong. Usually, when I give a girl two orgasms in quick succession, they don’t beg me to stop. Then Brook took her panties off.
“They were rubbing against my nubbin, and it became too much,” she explained.
“That’s a bad thing?” I asked.
“If I plan to walk tomorrow, it is.”
I would bet I wouldn’t want Mr. Happy rubbed raw either. From there, it was game on. Make-up sex was as good as advertised. After my second orgasm, Brook had to coax Mr. Happy back to life. I think she wanted to prove that she had oral skills as good as mine. She wasn’t the best I’d ever had, but when I saw how much she wanted to please me, I wouldn’t trade the experience for anything.
I let Brook take charge at that point and rolled over onto my back. When she had me back up, she took full advantage. Brook gave a satisfied grunt as she took all of me. I enjoyed her effort as she bounced up and down on my member. Once Brook found her release, I rolled her over on her back and had my way with her. When I finally came, we were both exhausted, and the room reeked with the smell of sex.
I rolled off Brook and wrapped her in my arms.
“I can’t promise you that we’ll never fight, but if we resolve it like this, I’ll be fine,” I predicted.
“Ya think?”
“Yep.”
