“Then do it,” I dare him.
He grips my hips and lines me up, pulling me down until he’s sliding between my swollen, wet lips. I move my hips, adjusting to his size as I lower down until I’m impaled on him. “Finally,” I mutter as I’m fully seated on him, and I can feel his heavy balls on my ass.
I lift up and slam back down, throwing my head back at the intense feeling building inside me. “I need more, Brody. I need you,” I beg him. I don’t want easy. I want him to claim me and make me his.
He stands up while he’s still deep inside me. He walks down the hall carrying me and doesn’t even break a sweat. My arms are around his neck, and I’m kissing every place I can reach. “I’ve missed you so much. God, Brody, I need you. I need you so much.”
He lays me gently on the bed and slowly starts to move in and out of me. My legs lock around his back, and I push my hands on his chest. “No, I need you to make love to me. Please don’t hold back, baby. I need you so much. Make me yours, Brody. Please, make me yours.” I cry out the last word, emotion getting the better of me. He’s staring into my eyes, and I see his tear up.
“You are mine.” And he thrusts deep inside me, moving me farther up the bed.
His hands dig into my hips and he pulls me against him again. He drives into me relentlessly. “You. Are. Mine. Don’t ever forget it, Rose. You belong to me, and I belong to you.” He pounds into me, each thrust more forceful than the last.
“Yes. Yes,” I tell him. His hands move to my breasts and he cups them, his fingers caressing my sensitive tips.
“Come for me, baby. I need to feel you come,” he begs with sweat pouring off him. His movements are uncontrolled and frenzied, and I know he’s about to lose it.
I lift my hips, and we both moan as the new angle puts me into the biggest climax I’ve had in a long time. It seems to go on forever, and I’m clawing at his chest, his back, everywhere just to get closer to him. He’s filling me up, and I can feel his warmth shooting off inside me and I savor the feeling of being his.
I’m listless when I finally come down, and when he tries to get up, I stop him. “No, don’t go.”
He kisses my head as he pulls out of me and picks me up to move me up to the pillows. “I’m not leaving,” he says as he lies down next to me and wraps his arms around me. This is where I belong. I know it, and I can’t believe I ever questioned it.
We lie there for the longest time, and I know it’s not going to last. He has to leave soon for his game, but I know it’s not permanent. I know he’ll come back to me.
Eventually, we move out to the living room, and Brody fixes me a sandwich, telling me I need to keep my strength up. I think I can get used to being taken care of like this.
We kiss and snuggle on the couch, and it isn’t long until he has to leave for the game.
I walk him to the door, and he is about to leave when he stops. “I know you, Rose. And when I leave you’re going to have a million questions on how this is going to work, and you’re going to upset yourself. I need you to stay calm and not worry. Every question you have, I’ll have an answer to. Just know that I’m not giving up on us.”
I walk out onto the porch and wrap my arms around his waist. We stand there for the longest time before finally he has to leave or he’s not going to make it on time.
“Will you watch me on television tonight?”
I nod. There’s no doubt I’ll be watching him. I always do. Through all of this, I haven’t been able to stop myself.
Since the game is only an hour away, I call up Olivia. She got into town a few days ago, and I know she’s the type of friend that would do this for me. “Hey, you interested in going to watch a baseball game?”
“Absolutely. The game starts in two hours. I’ll pick you up in thirty minutes.” I should have known that she would know the game time. She’s always loved baseball, especially the Mavericks, Brody’s team.
We talk the whole way into the stadium. She is enjoying her veterinarian practice and is filling me in on all kinds of funny stories. It’s great that she’s liking it here in Forest Grove and seems to be happy.