Worth the Wait(44)

“I can’t go slowly right now. I want you too badly,” Brett panted as he slid his fingers inside my panties, finding me already wet and needy for him.

“That’s okay. I don’t want you to.”

Shoving one finger deep inside me, I let out a loud cry that he silenced with his mouth. “If I’m too rough, tell me. I swear I’ll stop, beauty. I don’t want to hurt you.”

I snaked my hand between our bodies and grabbed hold of his cock, pumping up and down until I forced a low grown from him.

“It’s fine. I’m fine, Brett. Please, just fuck me already,” I begged, close to losing my mind if I didn’t get him inside me soon.

“Yes, ma’am,” he said with a smile against my lips before nipping at my mouth. He stood from the bed and kicked the rest of his clothes off, then reached for me and whipped my jeans down my legs, underwear and all, tossing them over his shoulder recklessly as I pulled my shirt over my head and unhooked my bra.

His weight was on me instantly as he shoved his cock into me. The moment our bodies connected, I cried out in relief.

“Yes! Oh, fuck, yes, baby,” I called as he thrust into me over and over again, like a mad man.

“Gotta be quiet, beauty,” he warned, but I was too far gone.

My hips met his, stroke for stroke, until I thought my body might explode.

“So fucking tight,” Brett grunted. “Fucking perfect, Kenzie. Christ, you’re perfect for me.”

His hips circled with each slide into my body, grinding against my clit in the most delectable way, pushing me closer and closer to the edge of sanity until I thought my body couldn’t take any more pleasure.

“Baby, you have to keep quiet,” Brett grunted as he fucked me, my moans and sighs growing louder and louder the closer I came to climax.

“I can’t. Oh, shit, Brett!”

His hand covered my mouth to keep me from screaming out as my release washed over me, my orgasm almost painful in its intensity. Lost in a haze of exquisite ecstasy, I bit down on his hand and raked my nails across his back so hard I was sure I’d drawn blood.

“Fuuuuuck! Oh, shit!” Brett buried his face in the pillow beside my head as he hollered out his own release, his hand still over my mouth as he emptied himself inside me, every twitch of his cock sending tremors through my sensitive walls.

Bliss.

That was what I experienced with Brett. Shear, unadulterated, body draining bliss.

“Shit,” he sighed, still out of breath. He lifted his head and pushed up on his forearms to look me at me. “Baby, I forgot a condom.”

I gazed into those worried eyes and couldn’t help it—maybe it was because my brain had been turned into post-orgasmic mush, or maybe it was because he just looked so adorable, all concerned, but a laugh bubbled up from my throat.

His brows dipped down further as he said, “Well, I’m glad you find this funny.”

“It’s okay, honey,” I giggled as I reached up to rub his cheek. “I have an implant in my arm. It’s all good.”

“I’m clean, baby, I swear. I just had a physical a month ago.”

“I trust you,” I told him with a sincere smile. “I trust you, and I’m clean, too.”

He let out a huffed, “Thank Christ,” and dropped his full weight back down on top of me, sending the air from my lungs in a loud wheeze.

“Can’t. Breathe,” I grunted as his body shook with laughter. “You weigh a ton!”

Lifting back up with a chuckle, Brett looked down at me with smiling eyes as he brushed a strand of hair off my forehead.

“Hey,” he spoke softly.

“Hi.”

“You still with me?”

“Not bailing,” I promised. “I’m right here.”

“Good, beauty. I like you right here.”

In that moment, wrapped in Brett’s warm embrace with him staring at me with so much adoration, I kind of liked being there myself.

It was perfect.

Everything about being with him in that moment was just so wonderful. I opened my mouth to say so when our little bubble of bliss was shattered with a, “Mommy? I’m thirsty,” being called from the kids’ bedroom.

Brett rolled off me, and I moved to get up when he grabbed my wrist. “You stay here. I got it.”

I watched with a perma-grin, admiring his ass as my man climbed from the bed and shrugged on a pair of sweats before heading to the bedroom door. That was when it hit me.

My man.

Brett insisted I give all of myself to him, but at the very same time, he’d given me all of him in return. He truly was my man. I laid back and basked in that knowledge as I heard Brett talking from the hallway.

“Hey, little buddy. You want some water?”