Page 36 of Save Me
“Thinking of taking Emma there for her birthday?” he asked.
“I was.” She sighed. “But I haven’t managed to save up enough. Even with the discount they give for residents in the state.” She sighed. “It’s pretty expensive.”
“Yeah.” He thought about it, wondered, for the first time how much his parents were paying her. “You could always ask for a raise. I’m pretty sure your boss will give it to you, in light of… things.”
“No.” She smiled. “Your parents are paying me too much as it is.” She leaned back.
Without thinking, he pulled her legs up onto his lap and started rubbing her calves. She was tense at first, but then relaxed.
“You’re good at that,” she said with a slight groan.
He smiled. “I dated a massage therapist once.”
“Oh?” She arched her brows.
“Lisa. We saw each other for a few weeks. Then things fizzled out.”
“What’s the longest relationship you’ve been in?”
“Reagan. We dated for a year.” He let his hands roam up to where her cotton shorts sat high on her thighs.
“Right.” She sighed and shifted. “Don’t stop.” She closed her eyes. “Please.”
His fingers slid higher, under the cotton. She was still wearing her swimsuit underneath the loose shorts. When he moved to pull the shorts off her hips, she arched and then kicked them to the floor.
She was wearing a sexy white two-piece swimsuit. The contrast between the white of the suit and the tan of her skin was intoxicating. He ran a finger over the mound the suit made over her pussy and smiled when she moaned his name.
“Are you going to come for me again, Crissy?” he asked in a low tone.
“Yes.” She sighed and spread her legs a little wider. Then her eyes opened and focused on him. “This time, you’ll come for me too.”
He smiled and nodded. He’d stopped by the store and had purchased non-scented rubbers just for her.
He untied the sides of the strings that held her swimsuit bottoms together and pushed them aside, then he ran his eyes over her. She was still wearing a white tank top and the top to the swimsuit, but she looked so good. Too good. His eyes moved back to the neat little triangle of hair covering her sex.
“Perfection,” he said softly. Then he leaned down and lapped at her, enjoying the taste of her on his tongue.
She wrapped her legs around his shoulders as her fingers slid into his hair.
“Brock,” she moaned, then she made a sexy little high-pitched sound and convulsed around him.
He slid off his shorts and shirt, put on the rubber, then slowly went up her body, running his lips over her, nudging her tank top and bikini top off her until she lay under him, bare.
His hands roamed over her hips as he kissed her. “Tell me what you want,” he said next to her ear.
“You. Please, I want to feel you inside me. I want to… enjoy,” she said with a slight sigh.
He leaned back and looked down at her as he paused just outside her entrance, the head of his dick hugged by her pussy lips.
“Look at me,” he said, needing to watch her feel him, watch pleasure spread on her face as he slowly entered her. Filled her.
Her short nails dug into his shoulders and her legs tightened around his hips. She arched back and closed her eyes again as he started rocking slowly. She felt so good. Better than he could remember ever feeling.
As he felt her convulse around him, he knew that he could easily stay right there inside her for the rest of his life.
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
Crissy woke when Brock lifted her from the sofa into his arms.
