Brody

Throwing myself into one off the cracked-up brickwork, my fist connects with a bunch of loose ones and track them as they tumble over like building blocks. My eyes prickle, and I'm cursing myself for being such a baby. The ache in my chest is still there, and it takes a few deep breaths to settle it, at least enough so it's bearable.

The thought of her beneath me is stuck on repeat in my mind, how she moaned, kissed, and looked at me is maddening. Staring down at the hard tent in my jeans, the idea of release is tempting, but not what I want. It's her. Everything comes back to her.

But can I face her with a raging hard on—one that she caused in fact?

The longer I stare at it, the more frustrated I become. Never have I once considered touching myself, the need never being there, and yet she brings out the deepest parts of me I have yet to explore.

Gritting my teeth, my fingers drop the zipper, the relief in having no pressure against it is enough to ease the burning pain, but the need to release is another agony all on its own.

Gripping myself, just the contact sends a wave of pleasure through me. Imagining Chloe's lips pressed against mine, her fingers trailing over my body, nails scraping lightly before she kisses a trail from my abs back up to my lips while her hand slides down my body before cupping me. I groan, devouring her with my mouth, but when she grips me tightly, a hiss passes my lips as my hips unconsciously buck against her.

"I'm going to move, OK?"

"Please," I strain.

The image of her touch replacing mine is beautiful. Soft, long strokes, a testing squeeze, and her other hand cups me again before releasing. Her hand grips me and pumps harder, her lips working mine while her free hand plays with my hair, and the sound of her voice has me bucking fiercely, and my release sprays against the wall. A rough groan comes from me as I thrust once more, finishing the process.

I know one thing for sure, if I was to ever share a moment like this with Chloe, it would be mind-blowing, and beyond words.

But would I deserve to share something passionate with her?

Searching for something to clean up, my head hangs low as I make my way back, and to my surprise she's sat there patiently waiting for me.

"You didn't ditch me?" she calls, and I'm chuckling.

"Never."

She pats the spot in front of her with tip of her shoe, and I'm obeying. Her cheeks are flushed, and I can only imagine what must be running through her mind.

Bending down, she picks up a bow and my eyes widen. "You made me a bow?"

"And some arrows, you were gone for a little while so I thought I might as well for in case you returned."

She doesn't want to talk about what happened. Not the best, but it will have to do.

"Thank you, Pocahontas," I tease, and she smiles a small one.

Hopping to her feet, she comes to my side with the new bow, and my fingers take it gratefully, showing their appreciation by running up and down the length.

"Alright, arm's length from your body, pull the string back, use whatever hand you're comfortable with—for me, I use my right hand for the string."

Doing as told the best I can, she huffs and starts inching closer to my side. Her hands shift my stance, and she props my arms into the position she deems correct. She angles me at a side stance, and her chest brushes my bicep.

"Even, slow breaths. Calm yourself, and focus on your target—that tree, second one from us."

Trying to remember how she did it, I release the string and the arrow misses terribly. Attempting another shot, it hits the first tree.

"At least I hit something," I joke, feeling chuffed with myself.

It's harder than it looks.

"Deep breaths, relax," she guides, pressing my stomach. "Try again."

"It's hard to relax when you're pressing against me," is what I would say, but I simply nod.

I love the way she touches me, even if it's not in a romantic manner, but training is needed, especially if it can help her in the future.

Following her instructions, I slow my breathing and ready myself as my eyes train on the target. With a final breath, my fingers release the string, and the arrow soars through the air, then it thumps squarely in the centre of the tree.

Fist pumping the air, I look at her with a cheeky grin, "I told you I'm a fast learner."

"Again."

And again, it goes in.

"Ag—"

I shake my head with a small smile while gazing down at her. "Come on, what do you really want to say to me?"

She sighs heavily before dropping to her ass, and I follow suit, setting the bow down beside me. Her eyes are everywhere but on me at first, then eventually they give up and meet mine.

"I'm sorry for what happened. The last thing I want is for you to think I'm leading you on and whatnot, that's the last thing I want you to feel like."

"It's OK."

She shakes her head. "No, it's not . . . Um, I've never seen a man without clothes on before, and I guess that's why I've been having those sorts of dreams, and I will admit there is something between us, no matter what."

Joy flutters through my chest at her confession, and relief at not being the only one to think so. We're going to make that bridge, and it's going to be the final step for us, no matter where it leads to, but I'm sure that it won't be us splitting up.

"I'm just grateful for what you told me, but I'm not quite sure what I'm feeling. I like you, a lot, I just don't want you to feel like I'm using you for your body or whatever."

Everything becomes so clear in that moment, and as much as I'm trying to be serious, a silly smile pulls at my lips.

"Thank you for telling me, Chloe, but can I ask you a serious question, and just know I'm not going to make fun of you, OK?"

She nods.

Inhaling a deep breath, I ask, "Are you a virgin?"

Her cheeks are a deep red, and I can feel mine heating up.

"Like I said, I don't know what's going on with me right now, and I don't want to mess you around."

Sighing, I take her hand in mine, placing a gentle kiss to the inside of her wrist as my eyes lock onto hers. "Chloe, I told you I'm happy to have whatever you give me, I'm with you no matter what."

"But—"

"No buts. Friends, lovers, partners, whatever you decide, I'm in it as long as we're together. You don't need to force yourself to feel anything."

Tears begin to cloud her eyes, and panic settles in. However, her arms wrap around me, pulling me close to her even as we fall to the floor.

"I don't deserve you, Brody."

My finger brushes a lock of hair stuck to her cheek, one of my warmest smiles wiggling to the surface. "Like I said before, you deserve so much, and I want to make sure you get it."

Chloe

Everything's out in the open, and as much as it pains me that I'm not quite there to say it's a relationship I want, but I'm certain that I do like him. During the tie we spent together after my first dream, I've become all the more curious as to what the nature of two people being together could be like, but it scares me.

What if I can never reciprocate his feelings?

Even though he said he doesn't mind as long as he's with me, I want to feel something for him in return, but I can't yet, and after all that, he still cares. It's in his words, his eyes, and in his gestures, and it tugs at my heart.

"What if I can never fall for you, aren't you worries?" I whimper, hating the thought of hurting him. "I like you a lot, and it pains me to know that I could hurt you."

Brody smiles down at me. "No, because we have the rest of our lives to see where this can lead, and I'm going to make sure I do what I can to show you how much I care."

Staring up into his eyes, my heart skips a beat. There's so much adoration in them, and I'm not able to hold myself back anymore.

My lips press to his. At first, he's still, and then he starts moving against me. Gentle and comforting. Slowly, it becomes heated, passionate as his fingers stroke my cheeks with his thumbs, then goes to play with my hair. He asks for entrance, running his tongue softly against my lower lip, and I'm hesitant to open. Before I can, he moves to kiss my cheek, then my neck and back up.

"Tell me to stop, and I will. Do you trust me?"

"Yes," I whisper breathlessly.

He smiles and returns to kissing me, and his tongue follows my lower lip in another soft, sweep.

Opening, he creates tentative strokes, tasting me, and allowing me to taste him. Moaning into it, my fingers tangle in his hair, pulling him closer. It's soft and thick just like I imagined it would be.

Brody trails his lips down to my neck again, and this time, he sucks softly. A gasp comes from me, then another moan when he nips the sensitive skin. The feeling of his lips curling against my skin makes the fire in my stomach burn, and he goes back to sucking and kissing until he reaches the collar of my sweater.

His eyes look up to me, and I cautiously nod. He slips it over my head, and then checks again when he reaches my shirt. Before I can say anything, he slips his hands under it, the anticipation easily felt between my thighs.

For the first time in my life, I'm wet, and it's for the man above me. His fingers carefully brush over my bra, and he cups me carefully, making sure to check on me, but I'm too busy enjoying the touch. My hips move subtly to lift up and press my chest into his hold, and his groan shows that he's pleased.

"Have you done this before?" I murmur, trying to calm down my erratic heartbeat.

"No, sweetheart, am I doing OK?"

My head bobs, then it rolls back as he kisses my neck and jaw lightly.

"So, you're a—" His shy smile cuts me off, and my heart melts for the first time.

"Yes, Chloe. And I'm glad that if we do continue, that it was with you," he replies in the warmest of tones. "But if you want to stop, then we will. This is for the both of us"

My lips crash onto his, and nothing but Brody clouds my mind. In this moment, I want nothing but him.

"I'm glad this is with you too, Brody," I moan softly into his hear as he rubs my nipple through the material. He groans and does it again.

"I'm going to take this off, is that OK?"

I nod, already working his sweater. His body is nothing like my memory manifested. Adonis in all his rights, and the naughty part of me wants to kiss every inch of him. Leaning up until he's on his knees, my lips follow the length of his neck, collar bone where I nip carefully, and then I'm working my way down to the creases of his abdominals. His hips lift when I near the waistband of his jeans but doesn't do anything. When my fingers hover over the zipper, he lifts me into his lap, stripping me of my shirt.

Instinctively my hands cover myself, but he's quick to lower them to his chest.

"You, Chloe, are beautiful. Please don't hide from me," he murmurs, pecking my nose.

Nodding again, I let him slip my bra off my body. His eyes are heated and dark with desire, and it makes me proud knowing that I was the one to make him feel like that.

His fingertips work the straining buds, sending a spark of pleasure through me. Palming one, he lowers his mouth to the other and shares an experimental lick, my hips shift against him, and he takes that as the opportunity to suck the bud pass his lips.

Swirling, sucking, and nipping while his other hand rolls the tip between his fingers. Something is building, and I can only assume it's that climax Macey mentioned.

"B-Brody, I think I'm . . ."

"Go on, it's OK," he encourages, and I do. It's powerful but feels so good.

He holds me close, still sucking my nipple as my wave crashes and mellows out. The trembles come to a stop, and my pants cease up after he places a kiss to my head. Carefully leaning me down on the floor, he easily kicks off his jeans, leaving him in a pair of nicely fitting briefs. But my God, he's huge.

Helping me out of my own bottoms, he slips off my underwear and eyes my womanhood hungrily, trailing ghostly kisses down my body before arriving at the spot he's focusing on.

"I'm going to ease you up a bit, alright?"

All I can do is nod, my words jammed in my throat. Brody slides a finger in and works it carefully after I've adjusted with slow, smooth strokes. When I'm clenching and moaning, he adds another and quickens his pace. When I'm on the brink of another orgasm, his mouth descends on me and I'm crying out his name, rocking into him.

When he's finished, a seductive curl of his lips greets me from between my thighs. "I want to hear you scream my name more, can you do that?" he purrs, crawling over my body.

Nothing comes from me, too busy concentrating on how to breathe.

"Can you, sweetheart?"

"Y-yes . . ."

Fetching something from his bag, the sight clarifies what it is.

His bag really does have everything.

Removing his briefs, Brody slips on the protection, and simply smiles at me while I' staring at the organ that may split me in half. Maybe when it's in, it won't be that bad.

Braving it up, I pull him closer by the nape of his neck, and he nestles between my thighs, never breaking our kiss. His muscles can be felt against my front, the hardness of his thighs beneath my legs feeling deliciously good, and the heat of his body relaxes all the nerves I've been storing.

"Are you sure?" he asks softly, brushing a lock of hair from my view.

"Yes Brody, I want this, I want you."

A gleaming smile greets me, and he leaves a lingering kiss to my lips. The way his muscles flex, and his brows pull to the centre is enough for me to know he's trying to do everything he can to not hurt me, but when the head pushes pass the threshold, I can't stop the hiss.

He freezes, eyes frantically searching my face. "Chloe, are you alright? I'm sorry, I didn't mean to hurt you."

My lips lift into a gentle smile. "It's OK, carry on."

After giving him a reassuring nod, he inches in, pausing every so often to help me adjust. When he sinks to the hilt, we moan in bliss, his body shuddering against me as my head rolls back.

"Move, please," I urge, and he doesn't disappoint.

Long, soothing strokes, his jaw clenching visibly.

"What's wrong?" I question, worried that I'm not doing the right thing.

"My darling, you're so tight. If you don't relax, I'm going to cum, and I want this to last for as long as possible." He thrusts and moans when I clench around him.

Trying to relax my body is hard when there's a handsome man hovering over me, thrusting within me, and whispering beautiful words in my ear, praising me for how well I'm doing.

Rocking against him, he groans louder than the last time, and it vibrates into my chest, and I'm cumming all over again.

"Chloe, fuck, I can feel you cumming . . . Can we try something?"

Moaning a breathy 'yes,' he pulls me into his lap. He sinks deep and growls out in pleasure, and all I can do is cry out his name again. His hips buck into me, my arms lace around his neck as my breasts bounce in front of his lips. He takes one in his teeth, and sucks, leaving me a sobbing mess.

Experimenting, I use my legs to bounce while gyrating my hips, and it seems to be working in my favour, Brody loves it. When I come down, he grips my hips and pulls me as he thrusts up, hitting the deepest parts of me.

"Chloe," he moans. "You feel so good, don't stop."

Brody picks up the pace, thrusting relentlessly as my hips ty to keep up with him, but the pleasure feels so good that I can't move anymore.

"Brody, I'm going to cum again."

"Me too baby, cum with me."

With a few thrusts, we are falling into a pit of euphoria, and he moans my name, kissing me passionately as I come undone around him.

"Brody!"

"Fuck! I love you," he moans, jerking a few times before still, and I'm still quivering in his embrace.

He moves to pull out, but it brings a mini orgasm out of me, and he shakes his head.

"Sweetheart, you're going to make me want you again."

"That's your fault . . . you feel so good."

Brody slips out and throws the condom far away from us before laying down with me curled into his chest. The words he said reply over and over in my head, and I do feel loved, and after what we shared, I can see myself falling in love with him, and I'm never going to be able to let him go.

"Did you enjoy it? I wasn't rough, was I?" There's worry in his voice, and it only adds to the pile of reasons why he's perfect.

"It was amazing, and I'm thankful I shared this moment with you, I can't imagine it being with anyone else."

He smiles, placing a lingering kiss to my temple.

"Thank you, and I'm honoured to have been with you, it will be a moment I'll cherish forever, my little Pocahontas," he murmurs, securing his hold on me.

"Good night, Brody . . ."

"Good night, beautiful, sleep well."

Snuggling closer to his chest, it doesn't take long for sleep to claim me, and this time, I have a feeling it's going to be a blissful one.