EroticReverie

After we both clean ourselves up a little in the bathroom, we go back to the bedroom, I throw on a pair of navy sleep pants, and hand her a pair too. She smiles and I watch her put them on, the way the fabric pools around her feet because they're way too long, and the way she cinches the waist tying it, and then rolls up the fabric making them a little shorter, but the fabric still brushes the ground. I give her a plain white vneck tshirt, it's fitted on me, but she swims in it as she pulls it over her head. 

I grin watching her as she pulls her hair out and then takes her little red barrette out of her hair and tosses it on my bed, and undoes the satin choker around her neck and tosses that too. She rakes her fingers through her hair, shaking it. My hands turn into fists, because it makes me want to grab her hair, slip my fingers in it, grab it and take her again on the bed. 

She smiles when she catches me just watching her and smirks and walks over. 

"It's not polite to stare ya know" she teases , poking her finger into my bare chest. 

"Then don't make it impossible not to." I say with a casual shrug and she smiles. 

I stare at her, looking her in the eyes as I lift my hand into her thick locks and grab them softly. Her hair is like silk between my fingers and I just look into her eyes with a slight smile and I wonder if I'm an awful man for being obsessed with a teenage girl, for wanting to keep her, for cumming inside her, for agreeing to date her, when I think she'd be better off with someone her own age, my sons ages. 

She blinks lazily as she stares back at me a small smile on her face as well , her eyes make me fucking weak. All of her does. But her eyes, have the ability to be so many things. Sexy or soft, hot or cold. I bring my hand from her hair and hold it on the side of her face, brushing my thumb over her cheek and she smiles, her eyelashes falling as she tilts her face into my palm, and I watch her fall into my touch. Part of me doesn't care that it might be wrong, that people will think the worst of me for dating an 18 year old girl. Maybe i'm selfish. Infact, I know I am. Because she's exactly what I needed. While the divorce with Katie was civil, even though she cheated, I licked my fucking wounds in private. I didn't want the boys to hate their mother. Because she was a great mother. Just not a great wife. But for months of staying with her after finding out she'd cheated, I was broken fucking hearted. I loved her. Still do. Always will. She was my wife for 20 years and the mother of my kids. I didn't plan on looking for someone else, especially not a girl still in high school. But the second I laid eyes on Brooklyn, when her and her mother introduced themselves, I had something that made the anger of being cheated on fade just a little. Something new to focus on, even if I was doing it from my bedroom window like a fucking pervert. I wanted her the second I saw her. I'd never wanted something so fucking bad, at least not that I can remember. But I didn't expect to have it be more than just a distraction. I didnt expect her to come on to me. I didnt expect her to kiss me or fuck me, and didnt expect to feel like something was missing the second she wasn't around. It's fucking crazy. 

I watch her as her eyes come back to mine as I still cradle the side of her face in my hand. And I never thought the exhibitionist in the window, could be this soft. I assumed all of her edges to be sharp, but standing here, she is so fucking delicate, and as precious as she longs to be. I feel a sudden pull inside of anger towards the boys that she gave her body to, that never made her feel special. But I also am glad, I'm the first to make her feel like more than a bedroom toy. I want to slow it down, to prove that she's worth more, but I can't help what she stirs inside me. She makes me feel like im fucking 18 again too. It drives me crazy.

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We go down to the kitchen, I take out the piece of cake and put it on a plate. Before I can bring it to the dining room table, she sinks a fork in at the counter, and takes the first bite. She moans and her eyes roll. 

"Sho - good" she mumbles with her mouth full, covering it with her hand. I smile and watch her take another stab at the cake and then lift the next bite to me. 

I smile and let her feed me, opening my mouth. The gesture is adorable, and I dont know that Katie ever fed me, that Katie ever really GAVE at anything. I feel Brooklyns hand on my hip, just placing it there as she takes another forkful. And I smile at that gesture too. It's unintentional, and maybe she doesnt even know she's doing it, which is why I love it. That she just HAS be touching me when she's near me. 

She takes another bite and moans again and I laugh. 

"It's so good!" she exclaims, and licks her lips, removing a smear of the chocolate. She feeds me another bite. 

She repeats this, until we've eaten about a third of the giant piece of cake and then she sets the fork down.

"I could eat this whole thing" she says looking at the cake. 

"Then go ahead" I chuckle. 

She shakes her head. "It's so sweet, and rich...i'll get sick" she laughs and looks at me and then pulls herself into me by the hand that never left my side and I lean down as she pushes up on her toes. 

She pecks me on the mouth and then drops back to her flat feet. But I'm not done kissing her yet, so I grab her waist and I lift her swiftly up onto the counter. She gasps as her feet leave the floor and she giggles as her ass hits the counter. 

I look to the cake beside her, running my finger through the thick chocolate frosting, and put just a little on the tip of my finger and bring it to her lips. She smiles playfully and her mouth parts slightly, but I brush the frosting on her lower lip as I lean in, and drag my tongue over her lip, and then suck it into my mouth, cleaning the mess. She slips her hands up my chest to my shoulders as I tug at her lip with my teeth. 

I lift my finger again, and put the tip in her mouth, over her tongue, cleaning the rest of my finger off, and her mouth closes around my finger as she licks and sucks. I pull my finger from her mouth and grab her hair in my hands and pull it gently, exposing her neck, she exhales as my tongue cascades down her neck. I kiss her hungrily, wildly. Still smelling her perfume on her. I feel my dick start to respond to her scent, her quiet little pants as I tug her hair gently some more licking back up her neck to her ear. 

"You're going to kill me Brooklyn" I groan in her ear and she wraps her legs around me, pulling her body into mine , I release her hair and instead, grab her back and pull her chest harder to mine. Her mouth crashes to mine as she whimpers slightly. 

"You're going to fucking ruin me" I say against her mouth, her needy pants growing heavier, filled with lust and desire. 

"Make love to me again" she moans. "Right here" she says and her hand reaches down, grabbing my rigid cock through my sleep pants, I groan at her touch, at her words. 

"Make me feel like that again" she pants. 

"Like what?" I ask.

"I don't know" she breathes. "I don't have a word for it...i just need to feel it again" she breathes and I lift the shirt up over her head, she raises her arms and I look at her body. Though I've seen it multiple times now, everytime I undress her or see it, it still surprises me, how perfect she is. Her skin is smooth, her breasts, so full, her nipples, I've never seen them not hard, and wonder if they're puffy before they get hard like this. I lower my mouth to hers and kiss her before moving down to her tits. She leans back, her head against the cabinet behind her as she gives me her chest. 

I lick every inch of her breasts, I suck her nipples, I flick them and tilt my head as I lick over it while looking up at her, and then flick my tongue quickly, feeling her hard nipple against it, makes my dick even harder. I suck it back into my mouth as she watches. 

"Cole" she breathes. My hands are on her sides right beneath her breasts, but they slide down to her waist as I kiss down her breasts, and then under them, kissing , and licking , tasting her skin. The salty traces of the sweat from us making love earlier. I groan, my dick begging to be back inside her, begging for it's new home. 

"Oh god" she moans. "Everything you do..." she breathes. 

"Hm?" I hum against her navel as I kiss it. 

"It's like im on fire...fucking burning." she whines. 

"your mouth...your hands" she gasps as I drag my tongue over the edge of the pajama pants curled at her waist.  

"It's supposed to make the fire stop....make the burning stop....getting what I need..what I want" she moans, and I love her talking to me like this, explaining to me exactly how I make her feel. 

"But it just makes me hotter" she gasps as my hand cups her pussy through her pants as I slide my tongue back up her tummy. She shivers. 

"No matter how much of you I get.." she whimpers. "It wont be enough." she gasps as I suck her nipple back into my mouth and I love how perfectly she has described how I make her feel, because it's exactly how I feel. Like I can't get enough, that I'll never get enough, never be close enough, never have all of her. I want to fucking drain her, inhale her, make her a part of me, carry her everywhere. My little fucking flame, that's brought back a heat I didn't know I needed, or could even find. 

"You make me feel the exact same way" I groan and lift my mouth to her, my hand between her legs, rubbing her pussy through the pants. 

"I know you think this won't work" she breathes. My mouth shushes her. But she breaks the kiss with a moan as I my fingers press on her clit through her pants. 

"But it has to" she pants. "It fucking has to" she whines, her face is desperate, her eyes demanding me to keep her, to never leave her, to never stop touching her, fucking her, kissing her, setting her on fire. 

I crash my mouth to hers, and kiss her with passion that burns through my veins, the flames she speaks of , licking up my skin, from my toes, to my head, I feel the heat, burning over me, over her, like an invisible heat we make when together.

"It will" I answer her, assuring her, letting her know I have no intention of letting anything stop me from having her. 

I pull her off the counter, and push the pants off her hips, she steps out of them as I kiss down her body. Never getting enough of the taste of her, I lick and suck her skin in different places, untouched inches of her flesh that perhaps i missed last time. 

Her legs are already slightly spread as she holds onto the counter, her back to it, and her legs are already shaking before I even get to her pussy. 

I push my tongue down over her clit, and then push my mouth between her lips as I hold her hips, and suck her clit for her. Watching her body rattle as she looks down and curses quietly. 

I lift my hand, my thumb pressing against her hole, her soaked little pussy, bleeding its arousal all over her pussy lips and my thumb as I push it inside of her. She quivers and gasps , her head going back as I pump my thumb in her, sliding it out, switching it for two of my fingers and she shudders. 

"precious girl" I groan and she hears me looking down biting her lip. I cant help but grin as I drag my tongue against her clit while fingering her. Because the look on her face tells me she might not even be here, the pleasure im giving her might have sent her into another time and place. 

Her legs tremble and I groan, knowing she's about to cum, I let my fingers and tongue continue as they are, she shudders and her eyes pinch shut as she gasps, sucking in a deep breath as her orgasm destroys her limbs. She almost crashes to the floor, my flingers slip out quickly to hold her hips, pushing them up as I let my tongue finish off her clit. I love the way her body loses itself, shuddering violently as I make her cum more. Her hands finally grip my hair, and pull, telling me that it's enough, that she cant take much more. I greedily, selfishly, devour her further. Forcing her to take it, I groan into her pussy as I suck her clit hard and then flick it with my tongue as her fingers clutch my hair even tighter and she screams. Her body really shaking now, she squirms against the counter, her pussy pushing onto my mouth. 

"Cole!" she shrieks my name and I stand up and she almost collapses but I grab her, holding her. She looks at me, her eyelids heavy with lust and satisfaction, I cup her round ass with my hands and lift her she whimpers as I hoist her up around me, she can barely find the energy to wrap her , smooth legs up over my hips , so I lift them for her as she holds lazily onto my neck, her arms wrapped around it, panting in the aftermath of her orgasm. 

I flick the light off in the kitchen and take her into the dining room where the candles from our dinner are still lit, and I turn off the light in there too. I sit down in a chair with her, her weak limbs falling from my waist as I slip my hands up her back. 

"I want you to ride me." I tell her, my voice is gentle, not demanding and she moans, slightly whimpering. 

"I can barely move" she admits and I smile slightly.

"That's fine....you can go as slow as you need to...I just want to enjoy you...feel you." I tell her sliding her back, to push the front of my pants down and take my cock out. It springs loose, so fucking hard and I pull her back to me. 

I grab her hips, I rock her gently against it. She shivers, her clit still sensitive to any touch. 

I groan at the ways her hips tremble as I pull her back and forth against me, rubbing her wet cunt all over my cock. She's so warm, so fucking wet, so fucking mine. I grab her ass and lift her. 

"Cmon baby, make love to me"