Moving on With Brock: A Passionate Second Chance Romance Read Online Free
Author: Sandra Ross
Tags: Fiction
as intimate as hers was.
As they ate, they spoke about ordinary everyday things. Toward the end of the meal, Portia stood up and went to the kitchen. She brought back a bowl of sweet succulent strawberries. Included was a small bowl of whipped cream, and some champagne.
However, she didn’t stop at the table. Instead, she kept walking until she reached the bottom of the stairs.
Then, she turned around and looked at Brock over her shoulder, smiling a slow sexy smile.
It took him a second but finally he understood that he was meant to follow her. With a very broad smile on his face, he nearly knocked over his chair in getting up. Then he practically jogged over to where Portia was waiting.
Brock eagerly followed Portia up the stairs and down the hallway to the master bedroom. The double doors were already open and he could see that she had made special preparations in here, too.
There were several oil lamps casting a soft light over the room. The large king-sized bed was turned down exposing black silk sheets. The entire room was set up as a seduction scene and Brock was very thrilled at the prospect of what this night was going to bring. He watched as Portia set down the champagne and bowls on a nightstand. Then she turned to face him.
“Are you sure?” Brock asked her softly.
“I’m very sure,” Portia replied.
He crossed the room and took her in his arms.
Chapter Nine
BROCK'S kisses this time were completely without restraint, as hers were. They each gave as much as they took, encouraging the flames of passion to burn even hotter.
If either of them had planned for things to go slowly and gently, that was doomed to fail. Brock was careful not to damage Portia’s dress but he undressed her pretty quickly. She pulled just as quickly at his clothes because she felt greedy. She wanted to put her hands on his nakedness and feast her eyes on it. Brock kissed her deeply and hungrily as he pushed her to the bed with his weight. Portia's hands were all over him, kneading his skin, until her hand reached his rigid manhood, which she guided to the spot between her legs.
"Portia, oh, baby... not yet. I want to love you more..."
She was going to protest. It has been too long and she wanted him inside her. But she moaned instead as she felt his lips and tongue sliding down her throat. she gasped and arched her back when as sensations exploded as he put her nipple inside his warm mouth to suckle at it like a baby, like he was drinking her milk. Then possessively kneaded her soft breasts with his hands. Alternating between each nipple, he aroused her so much she whimpered, wanting him in now. But he wasn't finished yet.
He kissed his way towards the apex of her thighs. Pushing both thighs away from each other, he sighed. Then teased her with wet kisses and nips on her inner thighs before finally giving attention to her throbbing, hungry sex. He started with his tongue, lapping her folds from down upwards, tickled her clit with the tip of his tongue until it grew turgid. He then opened each fold with hisindex fingers, then flicked and finally, sucked at it until she cried. He sucked at her clit, digging his tongue inside her sex as far as he could reach, her inner muscles massaging the little organ until the first wave passed.
"Brock... please...?!"
At last, he obliged her. He traced his way back to her with wet kisses and until he was kissing her mouth again as greedily as he kissed her sex. She didn't need to guide his cock to her pleasure cleft and in no time, he had pushed himself in, to the hilt, to her core.
Their groans of bliss split the room. He paused, and she opened her eyes to see him watching her face with arousal, passion, and gentleness in his. "You look so beautiful," he whispered.
She smiled up at him. "And you are, too," she replied.
"Beautiful?" he asked in a teasing tone huskily as he started moving.
The sensation of his cock creating fiction with her inner muscles rendered
As they ate, they spoke about ordinary everyday things. Toward the end of the meal, Portia stood up and went to the kitchen. She brought back a bowl of sweet succulent strawberries. Included was a small bowl of whipped cream, and some champagne.
However, she didn’t stop at the table. Instead, she kept walking until she reached the bottom of the stairs.
Then, she turned around and looked at Brock over her shoulder, smiling a slow sexy smile.
It took him a second but finally he understood that he was meant to follow her. With a very broad smile on his face, he nearly knocked over his chair in getting up. Then he practically jogged over to where Portia was waiting.
Brock eagerly followed Portia up the stairs and down the hallway to the master bedroom. The double doors were already open and he could see that she had made special preparations in here, too.
There were several oil lamps casting a soft light over the room. The large king-sized bed was turned down exposing black silk sheets. The entire room was set up as a seduction scene and Brock was very thrilled at the prospect of what this night was going to bring. He watched as Portia set down the champagne and bowls on a nightstand. Then she turned to face him.
“Are you sure?” Brock asked her softly.
“I’m very sure,” Portia replied.
He crossed the room and took her in his arms.
Chapter Nine
BROCK'S kisses this time were completely without restraint, as hers were. They each gave as much as they took, encouraging the flames of passion to burn even hotter.
If either of them had planned for things to go slowly and gently, that was doomed to fail. Brock was careful not to damage Portia’s dress but he undressed her pretty quickly. She pulled just as quickly at his clothes because she felt greedy. She wanted to put her hands on his nakedness and feast her eyes on it. Brock kissed her deeply and hungrily as he pushed her to the bed with his weight. Portia's hands were all over him, kneading his skin, until her hand reached his rigid manhood, which she guided to the spot between her legs.
"Portia, oh, baby... not yet. I want to love you more..."
She was going to protest. It has been too long and she wanted him inside her. But she moaned instead as she felt his lips and tongue sliding down her throat. she gasped and arched her back when as sensations exploded as he put her nipple inside his warm mouth to suckle at it like a baby, like he was drinking her milk. Then possessively kneaded her soft breasts with his hands. Alternating between each nipple, he aroused her so much she whimpered, wanting him in now. But he wasn't finished yet.
He kissed his way towards the apex of her thighs. Pushing both thighs away from each other, he sighed. Then teased her with wet kisses and nips on her inner thighs before finally giving attention to her throbbing, hungry sex. He started with his tongue, lapping her folds from down upwards, tickled her clit with the tip of his tongue until it grew turgid. He then opened each fold with hisindex fingers, then flicked and finally, sucked at it until she cried. He sucked at her clit, digging his tongue inside her sex as far as he could reach, her inner muscles massaging the little organ until the first wave passed.
"Brock... please...?!"
At last, he obliged her. He traced his way back to her with wet kisses and until he was kissing her mouth again as greedily as he kissed her sex. She didn't need to guide his cock to her pleasure cleft and in no time, he had pushed himself in, to the hilt, to her core.
Their groans of bliss split the room. He paused, and she opened her eyes to see him watching her face with arousal, passion, and gentleness in his. "You look so beautiful," he whispered.
She smiled up at him. "And you are, too," she replied.
"Beautiful?" he asked in a teasing tone huskily as he started moving.
The sensation of his cock creating fiction with her inner muscles rendered
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