FOREVER MINE (37 page)

The BB is pretty empty.  Not too many people want to stay out on a Thursday night.  I woke up pretty early this morning.  I showered and put on the pretty sun dress I packed.  It is yellow and makes me think of my mom.  Yellow was her favorite color.  I pile my curls on top of my head, swipe some lip gloss on my lips, and grab my book. 

Outside at the little sitting area the sun is already warm for this early in the morning.  May, can be tricky with her weather; just because the sun is shining bright doesn’t guarantee it is warm.  I am looking forward to next month when summer is here with all her hot, sunny days.   I sit at the little round black wrought iron table and pick at a croissant and devourer cup after cup of delicious coffee.  I need caffeine more than food in the morning.

I am so into my book I haven’t realized the time passing.  By 11 o’clock I am starting to feel hungry, I look up from reading and see a familiar stranger walking toward me.  He is looking me in the eye.  We have a whole conversation with that one look.  He saunters up to me his gaze hooded and full of dark promises.

He takes my book and places it on the table.  He pulls the pins out of my hair and watches as it tumbles down over my shoulders, then taking my hand he leads me inside.  At the back of the house, where we enter, there is a service elevator for the staff to bring up meals for room service.  The BB is 4 floors; walking to the top floor with food proved too difficult so they added the elevator.

We stop at the elevator and he pushes the button.  The doors slide open and we enter.  When the doors close he turns toward me, my breath catches in my throat at the lust burning in his gaze.  He pushes the button for my floor, and slowly walks to me.  For every step forward he takes, I retreat back a step.  My mouth has gone dry and I am shaking a little.

When I am backed all the way into the corner of the elevator he is on me.  His lips catch mine in a hungry kiss that is all tongue, teeth, and need.  He grabs my leg and lifts it to his hip while running his hand down my thigh to my ass.  He grabs a handful; massaging and kneading, his thumb grazes me over the miniscule piece of fabric covering me.  I moan into his mouth as he touches more of me.

The elevator dings as it reaches my floor.  I am flushed and panting when the doors open.  He takes my hand and pulls me out of the elevator into the hall.  We stop in front of my room, I take the key out of my pocket and try to unlock the door; my hands are shaking so badly I miss, twice.  He takes the key and on the first try the lock clicks and the door is open.

He opens the door and pulls me in with him.  When the door closes, he pushes me against it, holding my face between his hands he stares deep into my eyes.  He is asking if it’s ok.  I grab his hips, pull him to me so there is no space between us and grind against him.

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The sidewalk is crowded as I make my way to the BB where Charlie is staying.  I can see her sitting at a table outside reading, the sun shining off her dark hair; picking up all the reds woven into her curls.  She looks up from her book and immediately her stunning green eyes find me in the crowd.  I never look away from her; I put everything I am feeling into my eyes.

I walk up to her table and take the book out of her hands laying it down in front of her.  I take her hair out of the knot she has it in; unleashing the heavy weight, allowing it to swing free against her prefect breasts, then I grab her hand and lead her inside.  I know there is an elevator just outside the kitchen; that is where I want to go.  It isn’t for guests, but no one will notice us using it at 11am.

As we walk I am enveloped in the smell of lavender and vanilla; her smell.  I haven’t been close enough to her lately to enjoy how good she smells.  When we reach the elevator I push the button and immediately the doors open.  I pull her inside waiting impatiently for the doors to close. 

When they do, I turn and look at her I know exactly what I want and I step toward her.  She takes a step back and another and finally when her back hits the wall I step into her space and take her mouth.  It is a kiss that I have wanted to give her since I woke up, in the hospital; all the lost time, the fear of almost dying, and the thought of never being with her.  I put all those pent up feelings for her into our kiss.  I bring her leg up and wrap it around my hip.  I need more; a kiss is not enough this time.  Running my hand down her thigh I grab her ass and rub my thumb against her thong that is now damp.  I graze her clit and she moans her approval into my mouth. 

The elevator dings and we stop, trying to catch our breath, as the doors open.  We head to her room, she tries the lock twice with shaking hands, before I take the key and unlock the door for her; and we walk in.  I push her up against the closed door, take her face into my hands, look deep into her eyes and ask her if this is what she wants.  I don’t use words, I don’t have to.  She grabs me by my hips, pulls me to her and grinds herself against me.  My eyes close; I can feel the heat radiating from her through my jeans.

I feel the atmosphere change around me, the air is heavy with years of pent up emotions, electrically charged with desire.  I look into his eyes as I give him the permission he is seeking.   I place my hands on his chest and push him back a step.  I back him up until he bumps into the edge of the bed.  Grabbing the bottom hem of his shirt, I pull it up and remove it.  I let me eyes rove over the wide expanse of shoulders, down is chest, to his toned abs.

I reach out and run my hands down the same path my eyes just took.  I lightly trace the dusting of hair that disappears into his jeans.  I trace a finger over his belt and start to undo it.  I never break eye contact.  I love the barely suppressed need I see in his eyes.  He wants this just as bad as I do but he is letting me do it my way, for now.  I smile wickedly at him and remove his belt and the first button on his jeans.  He returns my smile and I know it holds a promise of payback.

His jeans hang precariously low across his perfect hip bones.  I run a finger over the flawless expanse of skin.  I need to learn every part of him.  I haven’t been with many men, but Brody makes me feel powerful. 
Beautiful.
  I don’t feel ashamed that I want to touch him.  I trace my finger down the length of his zipper; I can feel his hard length begging to be set free, I cup him in my hand and gently squeeze.  His head falls back; as he take a sharp inhalation of breath, he looks back at me watching as I unzip his pants and they fall to the ground.  He steps out of them never looking away.  I step into him grab his face, his hands slide up my back and into my hair holding my head so I can’t get away.  I lower my mouth to his and kiss his lips.

He moans and presses against me.  I pull back slightly, and kiss his jaw, lick his collar bone.   He is still tangled in my hair but is slowly losing his grip as he watches my southerly descent.  I flick his nipple with my tongue.  His breath catches and his eyes close.  I lick a long line from his nipple to his hip bone.  I bite him finding out one of his ticklish spots.

I drop to my knees; run my hands up his stomach, over his hips, and around to his ass.  Holding him in place I run the tip of my tongue over the tip of his penis that is sticking out of his boxers.  He moans and grabs my head.  I feel embolden by his reaction so I take a little more of him into my mouth.  I pull his boxers off, I take a moment for myself, to admire his beautiful nakedness, then lick him; running my tongue from base to tip.  I suck him into my mouth as far as I can.  His knees go weak and he pulls me off the floor.  With a wild look in his eyes he starts to unbutton my dress.  The buttons are tiny and soon he loses patients, he grabs the two halves and pulls them apart, sending a cascade of buttons in every direction. 

The dress falls from my shoulders and I am left standing in front of him in my bra, thong, and heels.  He touches my face, palming my cheek as he lowers his mouth to mine.  His lips are warm, soft, and gentle.  As we kiss, we become less gentle more needy, hungry.  His hand roams over the contours of my body.  He brushes his thumb over my bra where my nipple is.  I instantly feel sparks shoot through me making all the dormant parts of me come to life. 

He lowers his mouth and kisses the mound of breast peeking over the black lacey material.  He roughly palms me and sucks my nipple through the lace.  I cry out in ecstasy, I have never felt anything so pleasurable.  I push against his hands, more, I want more.  He unhooks my black bra and the thin material falls to the ground.  He stands back and looks me over, consumes me with his eyes.  I am still healing from our assault last year and usually feel self conscious about the scars on my body.  Brody traces each scar with the tip of his finger; softly.  I can feel myself start to close off a tiny bit; he must have felt it too.  He slightly shakes his head, lifts my chin and kisses my mouth.  I close my eyes and take everything he is giving me. 

He lowers us to the bed; settling on top of me he licks a long wet line down my body.  I shiver and goose bumps rise on my skin.  He makes his way to my breast and runs his tongue over my nipple.  He sucks it into his mouth and kneads the other.  I arch into him gasping as he repeats the attention to the other side.  He runs his tongue over each spot where the knife disfigured my smooth abdomen; kissing away the bad memories; replacing them with something good. 

Slowly, he is making his way down my body.  I am flushed and hot all over.  I am panting and making noises I have never before made; and I could care less.  The only thing I care about is I don’t ever want this to end.  Brody kisses the area of skin above my thong; tracing the lacy edge with his tongue.  My breath catches in my throat, as he runs his hand down the inside of my thigh and back up, across my underwear; brushing over my hot center.  He kisses that same path and I can feel a heavy heat build between my legs. 

Slowly, he slides my underwear down my legs, careful not to knock off a shoe.  He grins sinfully at me; as he licks his way back up my naked body; his tongue lightly caressing my core, grazing my clit.  My hips come off the bed as I beg him with my body not to stop.  He grabs my hips, brings his mouth back to me and buries his mouth between my legs; sucking and licking.  It doesn’t take long before I feel the heavy heat that has already been building, expand and consume me.  I am writhing under him begging for him to push me over the edge.  He sticks a finger into me and then another, I quiver and convulse around his intrusion.  I cum fast and hard; Brody is there with me, guiding me through it, controlling me with his fingers.     

I open my eyes; I am looking into his eyes.  They are the same but so very different.  He kisses my nose and then my mouth.  I reach between us and guide him to my entrance.  He rubs his long length along my wet slit, and then painfully slow he enters me.  I gasp and rise up to meet him.  I am still looking into his eyes; I don’t want to miss a minute of this.  When he is fully inside me he stills; breathing rapidly, then he starts to move.  We start out slow then, emotion and everything we have been through; turns our pace into a rough, fast, and desperate.  I don’t want gentle, I want raw, emotional, real.  Brody gives me that; pounding into me, roughly palming my breast, grabbing my hips, pulling my hair.  I meet his every thrust.  I cum screaming his name and he follows seconds behind me. 

We lay boneless and spent tangled in each other.  Brody has scratches down his back that are starting to bleed.   He rolls over so he is next to me, his leg still draped over mine.  He rubs his hand over my stomach, looks at me and smiles.  We still haven’t spoken.  Brody leans over kisses me and jumps out of bed.  I roll to follow his perfect form walk around the bed to where he dropped his pants. 

He walks back over to me and I sit up, swing my legs over the side of the bed as he walks over and settles between my legs, on his knees.  He takes my hand and slides a ring over my finger, kisses my palm and asks, “Marry me?”

I throw myself into his arms, tackling him to the ground.  “YES!!”  We roll around naked and laughing.  We have taken along time to get to the place we always should have been, but we’re here and we will get our happy ever after.