Brett's Little Headaches(32)

I fought out of my jeans and helped her get out of her clothes before tossing her playfully onto the bed.

“I’m going to eat you alive baby, hang on.” I spread her out on the bed so I could look at her from head to toe. She was perfection, her skin silky soft under my rough hands as I ran them over her.

I spent some time getting acquainted with her nipples. They were sensitive to the touch of my hands and my tongue as I found out when I started to play.

“Hmm, you like breast play huh.” She was almost purring just from my mouth suckling her.

Moving down her body, I lifted her knees up and back; making her face go up in flames, but I wanted her open for my tongue and fingers.

I placed teasing kisses along her thigh until I reached her sweet smelling pussy. One teasing lick from my tongue and I moved down the other leg, before starting all over again.

Her scent teased my nostrils my second time around and I opened her with my fingers. “Damn.” She had the prettiest fucking pussy in the world.

Reds and pinks, smooth. She was shaved bare leaving all of her exposed to my eyes.

My tongue actually stiffened in preparation for the taste of her. Again I closed my eyes to compute everything about the moment as I lowered my head to her.

If it’s true what they say, you are what you eat. Then she must eat every fucking sweet thing in the world.

Her taste, just like the feel and sight of her, was designed to drive me fucking nuts. I didn’t just want to eat her pussy I wanted to attach the shit to my tongue.

If I were a fanciful being I would swear there was some kind of cosmic force at work here. There was no way she could be this fucking perfect.

Even the way she grabbed my hair and squeezed her legs around my head was different. I couldn’t leave her pussy alone and in the back of my mind was the thought that it was a good thing I hadn’t done this the night before or we wouldn’t have made it out of bed this morning.

I actually growled into her pussy as I lifted her like an offering to my mouth, where I used my tongue to fuck her.

She came on my tongue while I played with her clit with my thumb. I had it all planned out in my head, I was going to eat her pussy for at least half an hour and then take my time and devour the rest of her.

I think I lasted five minutes before I was slamming into her. Her loud screech cleared the fog from my eyes and had me going stock-still.

She was cumming but I could tell I’d hurt her a little so I eased out of her cervix and comforted her with soft kisses along her cheek and forehead.

“Is it better now?” I moved a little when she tightened around me, letting me know that it was okay to move.

“Do you know what I think? I think you were meant for me. I think I was supposed to be in that park that day just to meet you and the boys.

You know what else I think? I think that whatever this is that’s brought us here, would not let me be the only one feeling this.

I know you have to feel at least half of what I feel.” I moved inside her as I held her head still so I could look at her as I spoke.

“And if you do then you need to let me know, because I’m about to speed this shit up again.”

“What do you mean?” I love the way she tries to work my dick with her pussy when I stop moving inside her, like she can’t fucking get enough; stills she’s giving me shit.

“That thing last night, I don’t know what it is, but I know that I won’t be happy until I get you with child.”

“You, what?” She stopped moving but I didn’t.

“I know, crazy right, but like I said, if you feel half of what I’m feeling then you know this shit is real and you know what.

Everything is fucking perfect except I can’t get the idea of this guy out of my head. I fucking hate that he was there before me.

That’s a fucked up way to feel I know, and it in no way takes away from what the fuck I feel for you, but babe, it’s killing me.”

I’m not sure what men in my position usually did with this shit. I have no idea what my words are doing to her if anything.

I just know that for some reason, every time I get inside her, a switch goes off inside my head and all I can think of is erasing him from her life.

“You can't seriously be annoyed at something that happened before we even met."

“I think it has more to do with the fact that things weren’t really resolved between you two.” What the fuck kind of conversation is this to be having at a time like this?

“Brett, I don’t know what you want from me here.” Now we were both stopped and I was looking down at her with her head held firmly in my hands.

“I want him gone for good. I want the boys to belong to me completely. You already do, so I’m not adding you into that equation. But I don’t like the idea of someone out there who can have any kind of influence in our lives.