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We breathed heavily together for several minutes before Rich finally pulled himself out of my body and rolled over onto his side, before removing his condom and tossing it on the floor. Then resting my head between the pillow and his arm, I felt him stroke my hair with his other hand. I heard him lightly chuckle as he continued to pet my head.

“Something funny?” I asked.

“I was just thinking how I forgot to offer you that nightcap. Sorry, sweetheart, that wasn’t very gentlemanlike of me.”

I couldn’t help but laugh at Rich’s sudden concern.

“It’s quite all right, Rich. We both know I didn’t agree to come here for the booze.”

“Well then, I hope you did get what you came for.”

“Hmph, you know I did, stud. In fact, you were so amazing that you were able to allow me to achieve my first ever boobgasm. I had only read about them and didn’t actually believe they were real. But, you taught me tonight that they are very much indeed the real deal.”

“Wow, just wow. That was so incredible to watch, Brooke. You are also the first woman I have had the opportunity of pleasuring in such a way. I guess you could say we popped each other’s boobgasm cherries.”

We laughed and talked a bit longer before my earlier drowsiness returned in full force.

Almost drifting off, I felt the bed move next to me as Rich got up and walked to the bathroom. I heard the water running and just a few minutes later, Rich came back to bed with a warm, soapy washcloth.

“I thought you might want to clean up before you fell asleep. Do you want me to do it for you?”

“Mmmhmm,” was all I was able to mumble, before I felt Rich softly wiping my body clean of our sex.

I fell asleep shortly after I felt Rich sink into bed and put his arm around me. I could really get used to falling asleep like this, in this man’s arms every night.

I
woke up in Rich’s bed just as the sun was beginning to rise above the horizon. Hearing my phone vibrate in my purse, I tried to get up in time to grab it, but felt the weight of his arm across my bare chest.

“You trying to sneak off already, sweetheart?” he murmured.

“No, I need to grab my phone, but I probably should get going, Rich. I have a flight to catch tonight and wanted to look around the city for a bit before heading back to the airport.”

“What time does your flight leave?”

“I’m taking the last one out tonight at nine. I wanted to do some sightseeing this afternoon, so I scheduled it as late as I could.”

“I’ll take the day off and we’ll spend it together then.”

“Rich, we only agreed to last night. Today is another day and we can’t continue to do this.”

As I was trying to convince him that this was a bad idea, I could feel his hard length growing at my side.

“Oh, Brooke, after last night I’m not sure I can, or will, ever let you go. Just say you will spend the rest of the day with me and we can discuss what comes next when you are back home tomorrow.”

Before he even let me speak, I felt his hands begin to slowly rub circles around my nipples. I felt my body begin to defy me as I started to lift myself up, making it easier for him to access my taut peaks. He took this as his victory and slammed his mouth against mine once again. He began teasing my tongue with his own as he continued to pinch and flick my nipples.

I felt myself already dripping with desire as he moved his mouth away from mine and latched onto my breasts, using the same pinching and flicking technique with his mouth. His hands began making their way down my abdomen to my slick folds, softly rubbing my clit with the same circular pattern, he had used before on my breasts.

“I don’t know how you can say you want to deny me, Brooke. It’s clearly obvious that your body desires me so much. You are so wet for me. So. Wet.”

With that he plunged two fingers into my slit and quickly pumped them in and out while his thumb kept circling my clit, working me into a heated frenzy. I knew it was only a matter of minutes before I would explode.

“Rich, I need you.”

“You have me, sweetheart.”

“No. I.need.you.in.me.now.”

“Just come for me, Brooke. I want to watch as you erupt on my hand. You are so fucking sexy right now. So fucking sexy. I didn’t get to take my time with you last night. I didn’t get to watch you fall apart.”

With that, my walls tightened around his fingers as I felt the most amazing orgasm ripple through my body. With no time to catch my breath, I heard Rich tear open the foil wrapper.

“Rich, don’t. I want to feel all of you this time.” I heard his breath hitch at my request.“ I’m on the pill,” I told him just to reassure him that I was safe that this was safe. “I trust you.”

He looked at me with wide eyes as if he were registering what I had asked of him. Before I could get another word in, he rammed his bulging cock inside my already pulsating pussy. I had to reposition my body underneath him to allow him to fill me completely. Rich must have felt me move beneath him because, before I knew it, he had me flipped over and on top of him.

“Ride me like a carnival pony, baby.”

I couldn’t help but giggle before I realized he was being completely serious. I did as instructed and began bobbing up and down as he filled me with each thrust. He grabbed my neck and pulled me down, my tits rubbing against the perfectly sculpted surface of his chest, for the most passionate, yet aggressive, kiss of my life. As our tongues were teasing, I took the opportunity to run my hands through his shaggy hair. I was just about to come unglued when I heard Rich groaning.

“Harder, Rich. Don’t stop … please,” I begged.

With that Rich flipped us over again in one quick motion and began thrusting into me. He pumped even more deeply into me several times, before I screamed out his name one final time, as I came undone around him. My screams must have put him over the edge because, before coming down from my high, he grabbed my ass to pull me in closer, his liquid warmth filling me completely. He found his release and collapsed, breathless against my tender breasts.

Rich held me, my head on his chest for several minutes as our breathing evened out. I felt his fingers stroke my hair, just as he had done on the night that Jay and I had broken up, making me feel like a college kid again. I was young and carefree in Rich’s strong embrace, as though the last ten years of my life hadn’t happened.

As I ran my fingers up and down Rich’s sculpted chest, I noticed a large, Celtic knot tattoo with a set of dates over his left pec muscle. Tracing the outline with my finger, I felt his breath hitch at my touch.

“What does it mean,” I asked.

“The Celtic knot represents my father’s Welsh ancestry. I added the dates – his birth date and death date – just recently,” he answered with reflection in his voice.

I wanted to ask him about his father, but I knew he would talk about it, if he wanted to. I knew better than to push it. I couldn’t stand it when people urged me to talk shortly after my mom died. I talked to a few select people and I wanted everyone else to leave me alone.

Just as I was starting to drift off again, I heard him ask …

“Does it ever get easier?”

“Does what get easier?” I asked, only half-awake.

“Your mom … I mean does the pain ever go away? Do you ever stop missing her?”

I had to take a minute to process what he was really asking me. Rich was taking our conversation to a much more intimate level. This was far past standard, pillow talk and I wasn’t sure if I was ready for this. I had just thought about asking him about his father, and I guess he did want to talk after all.

“Rich,” I said, blinking back the tears that were welling in my eyes, “I don’t think we should discuss this right now.”

“Come on, Brooke. I … I need to know if it gets easier. I don’t have anyone else to talk to. No one else gets it. All of my friends,” he went on, pausing for a moment to collect his thoughts. “All my friends, they still have their parents. Most of them still have their grandparents even. I don’t know anyone else like … like us. And, I need to know if it gets easier. Please, just tell me … that it gets easier.”

He was pained and he was pleading with me to take away the hurt of losing his father. He wanted me to promise something that I could not promise him. Sure, my pain had dulled from what it was six years ago, but it hadn’t gone away and I was starting to believe it never would. I didn’t think I ever wanted it to fade away. Once it was gone, would I forget my mom completely? Would I forget the sound of her voice, her smell, the look on her face when I brought home my report card chockfull of straight A’s in the fourth grade? No, I didn’t want the hurt to completely fade because then, too, would the memories.

I realized I had let some time pass, when I heard Rich ask me again, “please, Brooke.”

“It’s only been a year, Rich. The first year was the most difficult for me, too. I walked around in a daze for most of it. Honestly, I have no idea how I even finished graduate school. I don’t even remember getting out of bed most mornings. I guess I was just surviving, doing my day-to-day tasks, and honestly, I wonder how well I did those things, looking back on it. Does it ever get easier? Yes, I’d say it does get easier; the hurt doesn’t go away, though. At least for me it hasn’t, but I don’t think I really want it to go away – not entirely. If it does go away then it might mean I have forgotten her and there is nothing about my mother that I want to forget.”

We were both quiet for several minutes before Rich tucked me closer against his chest and planted the most gentle, softest kiss behind my ear. The intimacy of the moment sent a chill up my spine.

“Thank you, Brooke,” Rich said, tenderly.

“Maybe sometime you could tell me about him. It helps me to tell stories about my mom,” I said the words before I even knew what I was saying.

“I’d like that, but right now we need to get showered so we can tackle this sightseeing list of yours.”

I was a little disappointed and almost suggested we skip the sightseeing altogether and spend the day in bed, wrapped in each other’s arms, until Rich moved away from me and peeled himself out of bed. In that moment, I felt empty without him.

As much as I didn’t want it to, something had happened between us in that short span of time. I just knew that I had to get a handle on the situation while it was still possible. After thinking for a minute about what this would mean for my future, I looked up to see Rich standing next to the bed… completely naked.

All my previous thoughts vanished, as my bulging eyes attempted to take in a nude Rich, standing before me with a shit-eating grin on his face.

I hadn’t seen all of Rich the night before in his darkened bedroom, and we were in such a heated frenzy, but the man was seriously a sight for sore eyes – all one-hundred-percent pure, male deliciousness. I could tell he spent much of his downtime at the gym. By daylight, I was convinced I had counted eight chiseled muscles on his sculpted abs that still led down to that delectable V – and below his waist …
Sweet Jesus.

“Enjoying the show, Brooke?”

“ … … I … wow … I mean.”

“I never thought I would see the day when I left Babbling Brooke speechless,” he chuckled.

“Shut up. I am not a Babbling Brooke. I used to hate it when you called me that in college.”

“I know,” he added with a grin.

I grabbed the pillow from behind me and chucked it in his direction. He blocked my feeble attempt at bodily injury and laughed as he pulled me from the bed and into his embrace.

“I could hold onto you forever, Brooke Anderson. I know you have your reservations, but just know that I am not willing to let you slip away from me again. I don’t care what I have to do to prove to you that this is where you belong.”

Without saying another word, he grasped my hand and led me into his bathroom.

“I doubt we’ll get out of here very fast, showering together, Rich.”

“I don’t care if we’re here all day, Brooke. I’ll be the one to wash every inch of your body this morning.”

We stepped into Rich’s spacious shower; seriously, it was easily big enough for six people. There were two large, shower heads attached to the modern, tiled wall. Rich turned on the faucet and a steady, warm stream of water began to trickle down his perfectly chiseled body. Feeling a shiver run down my spine, I wasn’t quite sure if it was from the sight of him, or the cold air hitting my naked skin. Rich noticed my body quiver and he pulled me into a tight embrace.

“Step under the water with me. It’s a lot warmer over here, sweetheart.”

The hot water beating on my head, while wrapped in Rich’s tight arms, was just what I needed to feel immediate satisfaction.

“Mmmmm. Perfect.”

Rich’s hands were instantly all over me. He pushed me up against the wall and nuzzled into my neck, while kissing me gently. I reached out and grabbed the bottle of conditioner that was sitting on a corner shelf of the shower. Squirting a dollop into my palm, I reached down to cup Rich’s balls and gently stroked up toward his growing length.

Suddenly, Rich turned me around and pushed lightly on my back, so that I would bend toward the floor. As I rested my hands on the wet, acrylic floor, Rich guided my hips to meet his now fully erect length. Before I had time to register this steamy scene, unfolding before me, Rich entered me from behind in one, fluid motion. I gasped at his sudden entrance.