Page 21 of What If We Break?
“Yeah, me too.”
We fell into a comfortable silence, but after five minutes, Brooke finally closed her closet and walked over to me. She crawled onto her bed, taking a seat on my lap as if it was her right to sit on top of me. It probably was.
“Can I help you?” I asked, looking right into her green eyes as I pretended not to know why she was sighing so much.
“No, all good.” She sighed again, and it took everything in me not to chuckle. “I’m just a bit cold, is all.”
Brooke reached for my hand, smiling when her eyes fell on the little heart tattoo on the inside of my ring finger. It was the only tattoo I had, and I only got it because Brooke had the same one. They were like our own version of a promise ring.
Her dad wanted to murder me when he saw it.
“Ahhh. I think I might know a solution to that problem.” I reached for the seam of my shirt, watching as her lips lifted into a smile before I wrapped my arms around her body instead, turned us around, and pushed her into the mattress.
Hovering over her, I pressed my lips to her neck, suckingon her skin to leave faint marks. She was mine, after all, and I didn’t mind reminding everyone of it.
“Reece,” she gasped, arching her back and pushing her tits up.
“Getting any hotter?” I asked, slowly kissing my way down her body.
“No.”
“Hmm…” I kissed my way farther down, trailing soft kisses between her breasts. “And now?”
“Slightly increasing.” Brooke smiled at me as I looked up and her hands pushed into my hair, gently scratching my scalp with her nails.
Lowering my face again, I ran my tongue over one of her nipples, feeling it harden before I sucked it right into my mouth while my hand covered her other breast. It always fascinated me how perfectly they fit in my hands, like they were molded for my touch and mine alone.
Her chest rose and fell faster, her delicate fingers tugging on my hair as my cock strained against my pants.
A gasp elicited from her throat, followed by a moan so soft, I could’ve imagined it.
When our eyes met, her gaze was heated, and her cheeks had a slight tint to them. And when she smiled, the entire world stopped spinning.
I couldn’t think of a single day I wasn’t in love with this girl, and every time Brooke looked at me, I just fell deeper and deeper.
“Reece,” she whispered.
“Yes,mi princesa?” I began to slowly trail my lips down her torso. When I reached the elastic of her underwear, I sat up and hooked my fingers into the material. “Do you want me to stop and just give you my shirt already?”
Brooke knew she was getting my shirt eventually, she always did. I’d even stop by and give it to her before she went to bed if we didn’t sleep in the same house, but that rarely happened anymore.
She giggled, shaking her head. “No.”
I tugged on her underwear, and she lifted her hips to make it a bit easier, then slid them down her legs. “You gotta be quiet.”
“I know.”
Her legs were on either side of my body, knees spread to grant me a view that was too enticing to ignore. My hand laid down on her pelvis, my thumb stroking from her opening to her clit.
“I could spend the rest of my life staring at you like this,” I spoke, watching her lips as they parted and her hips shifted when I began to draw small circles with my thumb. “You’re so perfect.”
A whimper fell from her lips when I added a bit of pressure, and I knew I had to pull my hand away.
I loved teasing her, figuring out how far I could go, and stopping just before she’d come. I loved dragging out her first orgasm, even if she’d threaten to murder me at least five times in the meantime. And I loved that her coming quickly the first time was like a superpower in situations where we had to hurry up.
Not to forget that I got to spend a lot of time inside of her for a second orgasm, and who didn’t like having his dick buried deep inside his girlfriend for as long as possible?
“Take your shirt off,” Brooke demanded the moment I pulled my hand away from her body.
