I kissed her back with all the pent-up passion I’d been harboring for the past few weeks. My hands slid down her sides and cupped her bottom. Brook hopped up and wrapped her legs around my waist as I held her tight to me. I poured my soul into our kiss: my longing, my need, my desire, my love. My kiss told her what she meant to me. I let my body speak for me. Each caress and touch communicated all the deep feelings that I’d been afraid to share with her. I could feel our connection as my body declared my intention.
Brook’s lips were glued to mine as her fingers ran through my surfer-dude locks. She communicated her feelings for me as well. Our bodies rubbed together, skin on skin. This felt so right. This was what I’d always wanted: someone who made me feel like I was about to burst into flames. It wasn’t anything logical or reasoned; it was something you felt deep inside. The sexual animal in me was fully awake, and he needed Brook Davis.
We came to the point where we either put the brakes on or moved forward. This wasn’t some innocent drunken grope at a party; this was the woman I wanted. There was no turning back. Brook pulled back to rest her forehead against mine as she breathed hard, then opened her mouth to speak. Maybe it was to defend the wisdom of doing this right now. Perhaps it was to suggest we slow down and put our clothes back on. Whatever it was, I didn’t give her a chance. I kissed her into silence.
This foreplay had gone on long enough. I began to walk to the bed, and her legs clung tighter to my waist. When I got to the edge and stopped, Brook leaned backward and arched her back. Wow, that did exciting things as her hips rotated up against my length. I leaned forward and let her lie back on the bed. Her fingers untangled from around my neck. As our bodies unraveled, and I stood over her, her eyes traveled down my body and focused on my desire.
“God, David,” Brook rasped out, almost as if she worshiped me.
I got a cocky grin at the implied compliment. She looked back up, and our eyes locked. Brook sat up and reached for my member. Her fingers closed around me and began to stroke up and down. I watched as her eyes showed her desire.
“David,” she whispered.
“Brook.”
My voice sounded tortured with my hunger for her.
“Do me,” she begged.
Brook guided me to where we both wanted me. My hands found her hips and lifted her slightly so I could get the right angle, and she pulled me forward as I impaled her. I could feel her clench around me as I filled her in the best possible way. This was what I’d been missing. This was the expression of our love that I’d missed for the past few weeks.
Her nickname was so apropos—‘Hotness.’ Sex with Brook made me realize that until I met her, it was as if I could only see in black and white. With her, all the spectrum of the rainbow was suddenly visible.
She reached for my shoulder and clung to me as we began to move. You could tell you were doing it right by how the woman sounded. Brook ducked her head and bit her bottom lip as the sound of her soft cries made my heart soar. Giving her pleasure unlocked my heart even more. I did love her.
Soon I began to move faster and faster as we got closer to our release. Each powerful thrust sent pleasure through both of our cores. Brook’s head fell back to expose her neck to my soft kisses. When we finally could endure no more, I felt her shudder, and I joined her as I cried out.
Afterward, we were both dazed and half-drunk on the ecstasy a good orgasm can give you. We both got the giggles.
“What was that?” I asked.
“Perfect. That was simply perfect,” Brook said half-seriously.
I rolled onto my back and promptly fell asleep.
◊◊◊
“So, you’re no longer mad at your dad,” Brook said.
I woke up to my girlfriend talking on the phone. I assumed she was talking to Cassidy.
“When do you get to see them?”
Cassidy was going to visit her tigers. I’d quit thinking of them as mine long ago. She’d claimed the cubs shortly after I bought them at the flea market in Mexico. I’d learned pretty fast that you weren’t supposed to actually buy tiger cubs. That was why I’d donated them to Busch Gardens. They had an animal preserve in Florida. Coach Hope planned his family vacation around giving Cassidy a chance to visit them.
“He’s right here … naked in my bed,” Brook said, looking at me with a grin. “No, I won’t take a picture.”
I took that as my cue to get up and get dressed. I looked at my phone, and I’d slept for nearly an hour. Now I was hungry, so I left Brook to talk to her best friend while I went to make something to eat.
I found my mom and Ava drinking wine in the kitchen.
“Where have you been?” Mom asked.
“I took a nap,” I said.
“I bet you did,” Ava said doubtfully.
“Honest,” I said to defend myself.
The two mothers knew what had been going on. For once, they didn’t try to embarrass me. I opened the refrigerator and found some leftovers. I made myself a plate and stuck it in the microwave.
“Don’t fill up. We’re having dinner in a couple of hours,” Mom warned.
