Sweet in Love by Nadia Lee

mouth kissed his inner thighs, gently and softly, while her fingers stroked his shaft. He breathed out and his cock jerked, desperate for more.
    She laughed, the sound sultry.
    A little dare.
    He linked his fingers with hers and flipped her over. She looked beautiful underneath him, her face flushed with passion. He kissed her hard while working her panties off, wanting to make love to her until both of their minds shattered, but at the same time wanting to make it last forever.
    Her breathing grew rough, and her fingers tightened. He kept their fingers linked, spreading her arms out, and trailed kisses along her shoulders and the soft outline of her breasts. They weren’t large, but they were perfect because they belonged to Brooke.
    She shuddered a breath as his lips grazed closer to her pointed nipple. He could sense her thundering heartbeat beneath her ribcage. His cheek pressed over her chest, and soon his heart seemed to beat in sync as though they were one. He rounded his lips and blew over her nipple and felt her body tremble. Then he sucked the nipple into his mouth, loving the sweet taste of her flesh.
    Her legs spread and wrapped around him. She was so hot and wet, and he groaned, his need for her shredding his control.
    “I want you,” she said, her voice passion-sweet.
    He pulled away from her nipple. It glistened, and he lavished the same care on its twin until her back arched. Her grip tightened, and he loved the pain her desire brought.
    “Pete.”
    “Yeah?”
    “I have something to tell you, and I want you to listen really, really carefully, okay? Because this is important.”
    Pete pulled back slightly and raised his gaze to her eyes. “Okay.”
    “I’m on the pill.”
    A woman after his own heart. With exquisite slowness, he pushed himself into her. Her head lolled to the side, eyes closed and kiss-swollen lips parted. He looked at her intently as he sank into her without any barrier between them. He wanted to remember this moment forever, commit every line and sigh to memory.
    “Look at me, Brooke,” he whispered.
    She opened her eyes. Holding her gaze, he moved inside her, wanting to connect to her in the most fundamental way possible. Sex was great—no, fabulous—but he needed more than just physical release from her, from this moment.
    Brooke clenched her inner muscles, and he hissed at the unbelievable sensation. He pumped in and out. She angled her hips for maximum penetration, then met him stroke for stroke. She wasn’t coy in the slightest, but demanding, knowing exactly what she wanted from him. He gave it to her, gave her everything he could as a man. He felt her tighten, her face contorted with passion.
    Suddenly, her entire body tensed, and she arched her back, screaming out her satisfaction. Her legs tightened around him, and he couldn’t hold back any longer as pleasure seared through his body. His hands still linked with hers, he shuddered with the most powerful orgasm he’d ever experienced.
    “My god,” she moaned after a moment.
    He collapsed beside her and kissed her cheek. “Told you this was a good idea.”
    He felt her lips curve against his neck. Then, happier and more content than he had been in a long time, he relaxed, lying with her, until sleep claimed him.
    * * *
     
    Brooke watched Pete doze. She couldn’t believe how amazing the sex had been, how connected she’d felt to him when he was inside her. Not that she’d lived some kind of romance novel cliché of having a bunch of crappy lovers until she met her one and only. Most of her exes had been competent enough. They’d done what they could to make her happy while they were dating, but this…this was on a whole new level.
    Pete was the only one who’d ever bothered to learn her secret dreams. And the only one who seemed to think she could achieve them if given the opportunity.
    Could she really, though? Doing it professionally wasn’t the same as reading articles and creating scrapbooks of her own