Page 59 of The Deadbeat DILF
Robert lifted my hand and kissed the inside of my wrist, making my breath hitch as my skin tingled under his lips. “Do you want me to share your bed tonight?”
My cheeks went warm. “I want you to share my bed every night. I want to make up with you every morning.”
“I want that too,” he murmured. “I’ll look forward to seeing your smile every morning.” He cupped my face, thumb caressing my jaw. “While I was gone, I realized…I love you, Brooke.”
My heart felt too big for my chest. A warm, gooey sensation I’d never felt before in my entire life overtook me.
“Yeah?” I breathed.
He nodded. “I love being around you. I love your voice. I love your generosity. I love your strength. I’m the luckiest man in the world to be with you.”
I took the back of his neck and captured his lips in a deep kiss. “I love you too,” I murmured against his lips. “Being with you has changed my life. I used to feel…half empty. There was always something missing. But then you came into my life, and you made everything better.”
He kissed me hard, and my eyes fluttered shut as I melted into him, our lips parting and brushing against each other. It was ecstasy just to kiss him again: the taste of his mouth, his soft lips, his stubble scratching against my cheek.
Robert pushed his hand into my hair, keeping me close as his tongue pushed against mine. I moaned, and he swallowed it, his hand on my wrist gliding up my arm.
I leaned backward, letting him lay me down on the couch and hover over me. My hands slid up his dark gray shirt, feeling the muscles of his abdomen tighten.
He pushed my shirt up above my bra and leaned down to kiss the tops of my breasts, the scruff on his jaw rubbing red marks against my sensitive skin. I loved it—the mix of pleasure and subtle pain.
“God, I missed this,” he whispered. “You’re so beautiful. The most beautiful woman in the world.”
He moved his hand under my back and unclasped my bra. I lifted my arms so that he could tug off my shirt and bra, his mouth immediately covering one of my nipples. I dropped my head back, my fingers burying themselves in his hair as he sucked firmly.
“Oh,” I gasped. “Your mouth feels so good.”
He circled my hard nipple with the tip of his tongue, his hips pushing between my thighs to part them. His erection pressed against my center, the friction coaxing a soft moan from me.
“I love it when you make sounds,” he sound, voice low, almost a growl. “Don’t hold them back.”
I couldn’t if I tried. His talented tongue made me feel like I was on fire, the pleasure burning low and deep. I arched my back, pushing my breasts against his face as I gripped his hair.
“I…” I started.
“Yes, angel?” He looked up at me, eyes so dark, they were almost black.
“I want your tongue on my…” I slid a hand down between my thighs. I knew without checking that I was already wet.
“Use your words,” he said.
His encouragement made me braver. He had a filthy mouth. I could talk dirty too.
“I want you to eat me out,” I said, the words spilling out of me. “I want you to lick my pussy. I want you to shove your tongue into my cunt.”
As soon as the words left me, I felt momentarily stunned. I’d never spoken like that before, and part of me instinctively wanted to apologise.
But Robert just groaned, reaching down to touch his sizeable erection through his pants. He reached up to kiss me on the lips. “The pretty lawyer with the filthy mouth,” he murmured, breath hot against my lips. “I’ll give you what you want, angel. I’ll give you anything you want.”
With that, he moved down to get on his knees in front of the couch. He grabbed my hips and pulled them to the edge of the couch cushion, his fingers quickly working open the button and zipper of my jeans. My breathing quickened in anticipation as I lifted my hips, helping him take off my jeans and panties.
I was completely bare, completely exposed, and Robert was looking at it like he was about to come in his pants. A second later, he pushed my thighs apart and buried his face between them. I gasped as his tongue dragged up and down my slit, then rolled over my clit nice and slow. My legs twitched, but he held my thighs still, his fingertips pressing hard against the skin.
Would I have bruises tomorrow morning? Whatever, I didn’t care.
What he was doing with his mouth felt so good. I leaned back on my elbows, my head tilting back as bliss crackled through my entire body. I lifted my hips to grind my pussy against his mouth. I wasn’t even really conscious of doing it, my body just acted on its own accord. He had me so worked up that Iached.
When he slid his tongue inside of me, I almost jumped off the couch. He pulled out, flattened his tongue against my clit, then slid two fingers inside of me. They slid in easily, because I was soaked for him.
