EroticReverie

I had sex with Brooklyn twice more before we both passed out afterward. When I wake up she's curled up to my side, my arm asleep with her head resting on it like it's a pillow with her hands together in a praying pose , the side of her squished against them. I smile as I lay there and watch her. Her mouth is parted just barely and I study her lips. The slight pout of her lower lip, the points and curved dip of her cupids bow, the outline of the lips that kiss me like she's being saved, the lips that feel so much like fucking heaven when she wraps them around my cock. I look at her nose, it's an adorable nose. I smile to myself over how fucking cute she is right now, asleep in my bed next to me. 

I lift my gaze to her lashes that rest on her cheeks. I smile when her brows pinch slightly in her sleep and I wonder what she's dreaming of. I slowly lift my hand and then push my thumb gently between her eyebrows to smooth the worry away and then lower my hand to her chin and hold her gently as I move slightly and bring my mouth to hers. I kiss her in her sleep. My cock swells as I keep kissing her softly on the mouth and let my lips hug her lower lip and my the tip of my tongue skim over it. She stirs in her sleep and then hums slightly. 

I imagine doing this every morning as I let my hand drop as I nudge my nose against hers when she gives a little , her mouth parting and her hands sliding from beneath her cheek as she slides a hand to my face and starts to kiss me back.

"I need you again" I tell her softly and she gives me a nod and we both open our eyes and I smile softly and she responds with a small one of her own.

I lift up and she bring her one shoulder back as she puts it to the bed and lays on her back, my hand resting on her stomach and sliding up and down her smooth skin as I dip my mouth down to hers again and kiss her some more. 

I never expected for this to happen, I never thought for a second that day her and her mother introduced themselves and I laid eyes on her, that the fantasy I'd stirred up in my head that very second she smiled at me, would come true. I never thought it would be more than the fantasy either. 

I'd let myself become quickly attatched to her, addicted to her brand of beauty. It was everything. She was gorgeous. She was pretty. She was adorable, and cute. She was hot and she was sexy. Every edjective belonged to her , her face, her body, her being. All of her was everything. She was the most irresistable creature in the universe, and I was the lucky bastard, that had my hand on her skin, my mouth on hers, and had her in my bed. 

"I love the way you kiss me" she whispers on my lips sweetly and her lips push against mine. The kiss isn't dirty, or savage like we can be, but it's soft and full of the same need and want as when we abuse each others mouths, but it's hidden behind our carefully restrained control as we fight to keep ourselves under control. I start to breathe heavier and heavier and she parts my mouth with her tongue, and my lips fall open. I meet her tongue to let her know , me too. I need more of you too. 

"I could kiss you forever" she says and then pulls onto her. I hover and she spreads her legs, and with one hand reaches down. 

The second her hand finds my erection she moans softly against my mouth. 

"Cole" she whispers my name. 

"Brooklyn"I respond as she spreads her legs even wider and she strokes me then brings me to her, lining me up and I push gently as I feel her center. 

"yes baby" she whispers against my mouth and her mouth parts, interrupting our kiss, I fight my urge to groan and I slide my tongue into her parted mouth as my cock drifts into her.

I kiss her lower lip then along her jaw to her ear and breathe against her skin as she wraps her legs around me and her hands are on my shoulders as she arches her back gently. 

"I'm going to make love to you every morning" I say quietly. 

"Cole" she says on a soft breath and her head goes back into the pillow as sink into her a second time. 

I rock my hips, thrusting them slowly, giving her my full length every time, hearing the little slight pained gasp when I go deep. But I'm gentle, I don't give her punishing thrusts, or savagely fuck her amazing pussy. I do just I say, and I make love to her. 

"every day baby...every night" I tell her as I keep bringing her every inch of me with my determined thrusts. Keeping them slow, slightly hard, but only enough to give her everything. 

"oh god baby" she breathes and her head finally rests and her eyes find mine.

"never stop" she says and I smile and shake my head.

"never" I answer and then bring my mouth to hers. 

Out of all the boys, guys and men she could have. She was mine. She'd chosen me. She'd chosen to let me be the one that gets to keep her. To be mine, and nobody else, when she could have told me too bad, and kept fucking whoever she wished. I would have still taken it . Taken whatever she would give, because I was obsessed with her now and there was no going back. 

"it feels....so good" she says with a little whimper and I look at her, and her eyes are watering. 

"You okay?" I ask, not breaking my pace. She nods. 

"I just..." she gasps and her head goes back again and she lets out a frustrated little whimper. 

"It feels so much better with you" she says and her hands slide down my chest and she rests her head again and looks at her hands on my chest, then back up at me and into my eyes. 

I kiss her lips softly and then keep my eyes on hers and watch a tear push from the corner of her eye and slide down her face.

"Was that a good tear Brooklyn?" I ask softly. She nods. 

I bring my head to the side of her face and kiss her cheek and up towards the side of her eye where the tear fell. 

"I'm scared" she whispers, her voice shaking and I kiss her temple. 

"I've got you" I promise her as I then go a bit faster. My head dropping to the side, and kissing her neck and then she cries my name. 

I don't doubt that Brooklyn has never had a male make love to her before me. I don't doubt that any man who was lucky enough to get to have her, used her, instead of noticing her for the goddess she was. I bet nobody worshipped her the way that I did. Because if she had anyone that understood what a gift she was, she wouldn't be crying into my neck right now as I rocked into her. 

"Cole" her voice cracks. 

"I've got you baby, it's okay, i promise" I assure her when her emotions become to much as I hear her cry quietly. 

"I've got you" I whisper against and then lift my face and find her , I slow myself slightly to lift my hand to her face when she won't look at me. 

I stroke my thumb over her cheek and then kiss her mouth and as her lips tremble. 

"I'm here baby...right here...i'm never leaving" I tell her and she breaks into a stronger cry , the sound of it breaks my heart and I hate that she's never gotten to feel this. Sex with more than lust. With emotions, with passion and promises made. 

"you're so beautiful" I whisper. "I want to be able to look at you everyday for the rest of my life, I want you to be mine forever, this is what I want...you and me...you make me feel things I've never felt....i'm alive with you." I whisper and she cries my name and the tears are flowing from her eyes and I keep kissing her. Hushing her cries as my cock slips in and out of her and I feel her clench around me. 

"I want to make you happy" I tell her and she chokes on a sob and grabs my face. 

She kisses me hard. "you do" she squeaks, trying to speak through her tears. 

"Never be scared of me...of this...it's real baby" I tell her and kiss her back, just as hard as she kissed me. 

"there will never be...anyone else for me" I say against her mouth. 

"I've finally found where I'm supposed to be." I tell her, because I believe it's true. Fuck the age gap, fuck the fact that she's only eighteen, she was mine before I even knew her. I was sure of it. This was meant to happen. She was meant to come into my life. 

I had loved my wife. I truly did. I would have stayed with her forever too, if she hadn't been unfaithful. But, for the first time, I was thankful for her adultery. Because I never would have had this, had Brookyln. I would've stayed with the woman who I thought I was meant to love forever, not knowing that this existed, that this was possible. To be in love to the point that that it felt so fucking good it hurt. It hurt to have such strong feelings for Brooklyn, like I could fucking burst at the seems with all the good things she made me feel.  It was crazy, and I was still wrapping my mind around how much I cared about her in just the span of a few days of spending time with her. It was just sex, sure..there was a lot of sex happening. But I just enjoyed having her near, her spirit, her laugh, her eyes and the way they looked at me like she was lucky to have me, when I was the lucky one. 

It was crazy that I was in love with her. I was so fucking in love with her. 

I pant heavily. 

"I'm gonna cum baby" I tell her and she nods. 

"Please Cole...please" she moans softly, and her tears have stopped but she still looks like she might cry again. 

Just thinking about how much I loved her, sent me over the edge. 

"Brook" I groan right before my release shoots out of me. 

"cole" she moans as she pants open mouthed and we look at one another and I grit my teeth as my cum seems to flood out of me , pulse after pulse of my cock sending more cum into her pussy. 

"baby, yes" she breathes as she grabs my face and her hands go into my hair. 

"I love when you cum inside me" she whimpers. 

I kiss her hard and groan as the last bit of my cupm spurts from my cock and joins the rest of my load inside of her. 

I heave a breath and collapse onto her with a groan and put my face to the side of hers and kiss her neck and up to her ear.

"Nothing...will ever feel...as good as cumming inside of you." I breathe out between my heavy breaths and kiss her below her ear and she wraps her arms around me. 

"I'm sorry for crying" she says and I lift my head and look at her, my brows pinching. 

"Why are you sorry?" I ask. 

She shrugs. "It's lame to cry during sex." 

"Says who?" I ask. 

She shrugs again. 

I press my lips to hers and then kiss her perfect nose. 

"You never have to be sorry for that....and it's not lame....watching you experience it...knowing how strongly you were feeling in that moment....those were good tears right?" I ask checking again and she nods. 

"Being vulnerable...is not lame...letting me see everything you were feeling in that moment....not lame....fucking beautiful, and I hope to god, that's the only kind of tears I ever cause you....the good ones." I say, she nods. 

"Me too" she says and I kiss her again. 

After a minute of kissing her softly, I slip out of her, even though I'm still hard and she let's out a little whimper. I fall onto my back beside her and she turns on her side and places her head back on my arm and looks at me as she runs her fingers over my chest. 

"What are you thinking right now?" she asks and I look at her and smile. 

"Just how lucky I am." I say and she smiles. 

"Me too." she says and she lifts up and slide her hand to my shoulder furthest from her as she lifts her head to kiss me and I open my mouth, so does she and we gives soft open mouth kisses with the slightest bit of tongue.

"Put your pussy on my face Brooklyn" I tell her and she pulls back slightly. 

"You just came inside me." she says.

"I'm aware. I'm also aware that you didn't cum and you need to. And I need you to as well. And more than just once. So put your pussy where I can taste it baby. Let me take care of you"