Love’s Suicide(21)
Author: Jennifer Foor

It was direct, getting my point across without much explanation. Like I’d said before, I’d thrown all my cares out the window and went for what my heart and body wanted. This wasn’t about me being selfish. It was about me feeding a craving that I’d had for as long as I could remember. I’d tried to deny what was in front of me. No matter how hard I’d fought to not want Brooks, it made me want him more. His touch was like nothing I’d ever felt before. Every bone in my body reacted to him, as if I were metal and he was the magnet.

Brooks stood up and put his shirt back over his head, and then pulled me against him. “I’m not f**king you in that hallway.”

For a second, I thought he was done risking everything to be with me. As he pulled me toward the door, he finally answered that question. “You’re coming back to my room and I’m making love to you, and this time, you’re going to know it’s me you’re in bed with.” He pulled me toward the elevator and once we were inside, he pulled me against him, placing his lips on mine again. We kissed until the bell dinged and then separated, knowing we couldn’t risk being caught.

He peeked out of the door to make sure nobody was around and we made a mad dash to his room. Once inside, we both leaned against the door and started laughing. The excitement of sneaking around made what we were about to do even hotter.

I tossed his jacket off of me and started pulling on his shirt until he let me lift it off of his head. He cupped my breast and pulled down on my dress until my nipple was exposed. I watched him lick it and begin flicking it with his tongue. He sucked on it hard, and I threw my head back against the door, taking a chunk of his hair into my hand. When he finally pulled away, he took his thumb and rubbed it around where his wet saliva glistened on my nipple.

He pushed me harder against the door and looked into my eyes. Our lips were almost touching and I was fighting his hold on me to be one inch closer for another kiss.

He started to relax and kissed me, then pulled away. “Are you sure?”

I nodded. “Are you?”

“Baby, I’ve never been more sure about anything.”

When he picked me up and carried me to the bed, I knew that I was selling my soul. Somewhere in my mind, I was aware that being with Brooks was going to ruin my happiness.

In that moment, I didn’t even care.

Chapter 11

Brooks lay next to me naked on the bed. His fingers traced over my lips, my chin and down the whole rest of my body. Our eyes were on each other’s and I could see his love radiating through them.

I brought my hand up to touch his face. He leaned in, kissing it softly while watching me.

This isn’t about sneaking around or doing something selfish. He’d been patient, sacrificing his own happiness for mine. Words could never explain how overwhelming it felt to have someone love you so completely that they would do that.

It’s not just what he’s done. It was the way he loves me; the way his touch makes my skin feel like it’s molten lava. His tenderness gave me chills and with one brush of his fingers, I was offering myself to him, with no regard for anything except being with him in that moment.

Our kisses were slow, passionate and full of emotions. Tears fell down my cheeks and he kissed each of them away. I’m totally in love with this beautiful man and, at that very instant, he knew that I was giving him my soul.

The room disappeared around us as his body moved closer to mine. I was aware of his excitement pressing on my leg as I savored his lips over and over. Our bodies moved together, giving a hint of the rhythm that was soon to come.

He kissed the side of my mouth and his short whiskers tickled me and reminded me that I was not numb of this euphoria. I took mental notes of everything as if being with him heightened all of my senses.

When his hand traveled between my legs, I gasped, accepting his touch and affection. Brooks drug his lips over my skin, moving slowly down my arm, while brushing my sex lightly on the outside. I could feel his hot breathing as he moved and it caused my ni**les to harden, as if the room was cold, but it wasn’t.

He kissed my hip and I looked down to watch what he had in store next.

I knew what he was going for; what he wanted to do to me, and my body began to shake. I was in awe of this man and offered him all that I had, without shame or regret. We’d both wanted this for too long, and after denying ourselves that kind of pleasure, we’d lost all self-control.

Brooks watched his hand rubbing my pu**y. His lips separated and I watch as he licked them. He was so close that I could feel the air coming from his mouth.

He kept his eyes on me and brought his lips to my moist skin. I felt his chin dragging over it and my head fell back, unable to control the overwhelming desire. He was about to lick me, and as I watch his tongue come out of his mouth, I could feel myself beginning to float, as if his pleasing me caused us to levitate in the room.

Brooks brought me to the brink and then back again. He was skilled in what he did and I’d never felt so satisfied before. His mouth was created for the purpose of bringing me to ecstasy and I was losing myself in it each time.

When he finished, he kissed his way back up to my lips. I was ready for more, and our first kiss led to me wrapping my weak legs around his back. I could feel his hardness pressing against my sex, begging to be inside. Without him asking, I moved my hips and felt it there, perfectly positioned. My body pressed once more against his and it inched inside.

Our kisses got harder, and I opened my eyes to watch the waves of pleasure hitting him as if it was his first time ever experiencing a woman. His tightened brow told me that bliss had been found and when our lips stopped touching, he dug his teeth into my shoulder, I knew it was too intense for him to handle.

I grabbed his face and forced him to look into my eyes as he pushed himself all the way inside of me. I rocked my body against him by using my legs and feet that were placed around his back. “Don’t stop, Brooks.”

He kissed me again, this time holding his lips over mine while keeping our eyes in a constant stare. I could feel his trembling over mine and felt the most emotional connection to him. “I love you so much,” he whispered over my lips.

I reached one hand up and ran it through his short hair. I could feel myself losing control, coming to a moment where I felt like my soul was leaving my body. I clung to him as he brought me to euphoria, again. Then I watched him, losing himself inside of me, filling me with so many years of heartache. I held onto him, not willing to waste any of the love he was filling me with.