Shattered Hart (30 page)

I try to keep the pace slow, but she’s having none of it.  “Harder.  Don’t be gentle.  Oh
sweet lord
Damien, don’t be gentle.”

All the platitudes I’ve ever heard about
feeling whole inside of someone else turn out to be true.
 
Her heat scorches
me, and I revel in it as the speed and intensity of my thrusts pick up.

The sucking and clenching of her cunt is making me wild, a
nd I throw myself in to Brooke
harder, deeper and faster.  Putting her knees over my arms, I start really pounding in to her.  The sounds of the two of us moaning, the quickness of our breath,
and the slap-slap-
slap of each hard thrust drives me wild.  It’s sensory overload in the best way.

She’s literally fucking perfect.  I am reborn inside of her, the old me falling away as Brooke’s heat baptizes me. 

“
Oh
Damien, I’m so full of you.  So good, so good!
I’m cumming
!”
 

Pounding in to
her harder
, I groan
as she lets out a scream
,
her
tight cunt clenching all
around me, pulling me with her.

I shout
out, “Brooke
”
as my
dick explodes inside of her scorching heat.  I thrust and thrust in agony and ecstasy, the feeling of cumming inside of her so intense, I feel a little crazy with it.

We collapse together in a sweaty heap, chests heaving from exertion.  Wrapping my arms around her, I roll so that I’m on my back and Brooke’s head is on my chest.
I am not ready to
pull out of her just yet, so I don’t. 
I still need the connection.
  I will always need a connection to her.

The minutes pass in silence as we both return to earth.  Nothing, and I mean nothing, that I’ve ever done before has even come close to the feelings I just had when Brooke and I finally came together.
Damn me for fighting this for so long, because I’ve never felt happier.

Lifting Brooke up, I sever our connection with a groan
as she clenches around me
.  Laying her down next to me, I kiss her briefly before pulling back and smiling down at her.

“No more of that yet sweetheart. I’m going to go run a bath for us. While I do that, you go in to the guest bathroom and grab a robe.
  Meet me in my bathroom in ten.
”

After stretching, I
he
aded
to the guest bathroom with a
Cheshire cat grin on my face. 
I’ve heard dozens of horror stories about what it could feel like when I lost my virginity, but what just happened with
Damien was magical.  He had
m
e so turned by the
time
he was ready
to take me
that
I barely even noticed the pain.

Instead, what I felt was full. 
Full of love, full of him, full of certainty that I was exactly where I was meant to be. 
Clenching my sex and giving a little shiver, I think about how Damien just made me feel.  Talk about a life changing experience!  I’ve never felt anything as good as what it fel
t like to have him inside of me, closer to me than anyone ever has been or ever will be.  No matter what, I’m not giving up now.  It would take dynamite to get me away from him.

After
using the guest bath and putting on one of the robes from the back of the door, I quickly make
my way into Damien’s bathroom.  Stepping through the door, I let out a little giggle of wonder.  He’s lit a few pillar candles and the enormous tub is almost overflowing with bubbles.

Closing the door behind me, he pulls my robe off and walks with me to the tub.  He climbs in first and then holds his hand out for me.  I step
ped in
to the delicious water with a groan of appreciation as he gently pulls me down so that I my back can rest against his chest. 

The bubbles smell like him, and I realize that he used his body wash to make me a bubble bath.  Reaching my arm up behind me, I pull his head down to kiss him.  “I wish this is what everyone felt like when they lost their virginity.  You’ve made this a memory I will treasure forever. Thank you so much for being you.”

As he begins rubbing my shoulders, Damien leans forward and kisses my neck.  Just that little movement sets me off, and my heartbeat accelerates.  Now that I know what he feels like inside of me, I’m going to want him all of the time.

“Oh sweetheart, it’s me that owes you thanks. Thank you for having faith, for seeing something in me that I couldn’t see myself.  Most of
all, thank you for being you.  I love you Brooke.”

Turning over, I wrap my arms around him and straddle his hips before kissing him.  Pulling back, I smile as I run my fingers gently over his face.  Putting my hands on either side of his head, I hold him steady as I look him in the eyes.  “I love you too Damien.  I always have.”

His solid length bobbing against me drives me wild, and with a groan I raise up over him, grabbing him in my hand
to guide him into me as I slowly sink
down onto his cock.

Gently, so gently, we make love in the water,
staring in
to each other’s eyes.  I hold my hand over his heart as he holds his over mine, our eyes making promises to each other in time with our heartbeats.

I can’t get over how full I am when he’s inside of me.  I can’t tell anymore where I end and he begins, and I love it.  Leaning in to him, I suck his tongue in to my mouth, branding him as mine as I start riding him faster.

Pulling back he yells, “Oh fuck yeah sweetheart.  Ride my cock!”

It’s so hot to hear and watch him lose control, and I clench and unclench my inner muscles as I get closer and closer to the edge.  “I love riding your cock Damien!
I love it, I love it and
I love you!”

The look on his face is pure unadulterated joy
, and I lose a little of my mind when he grabs my hips and starts fucking up into me with powerful thrusts
. 
“Harder honey, fuck me harder.  That’s right.  Take everything you want Brooke.  It’s all yours.  Every inch of me, every drop of cum, it’s all for you.  You’re mine baby. 
All.
(
thrust
) Fucking
.(
thrust)  Mine (slam).”

Throwing my head back, I erupt with a scream.  The feeling goes on and on as he pounds me like crazy, stretching me and
making me lose my mind. 

With a shattered yell, he loses himself and starts cumming too.  Spurt after spurt of his hot cum blasts inside of me, and I shiver
and shake with
the sensation.  It’s the best
feeling in the world, my man cum
ming inside of me, filling me up with his
release
. 

Falling forward, I rest my cheek on his sh
oulder while he rubs my back.  I’m the most content and at ease that I’ve ever been in my life, and now I fully understand what my mother meant when she told Sabrina and I that being with someone you loved left you “free to fly.”

I trust Damien to do whatever he wants to my body because it’s so clear that his only intent is to make me feel good.  Nothing between us feels weird or forced.  It’s all just right.  I give silent thanks to my mom and my sister for encouraging me to wait.  I’d never want someone else inside of me
but Damien and now that he’s here, it’s like I can’t get
enough.
   The feeling of connection is
so intense that it’s hard to fully wrap my mind around it.

Pushing his hair back, I lean forward
to
give him a kiss.  “I absolutely love
d
this, but I am so turning in to a prune. How about we get out, shower and then go eat?  I’m suddenly ravenous.”

Giving me a smile, Damien stands and then helps me to my feet.  We’re in and out of the shower quickly, and I wind up struggling to remember that I’m hungry as Damien
starts drying me off and then sets to
brushing my hair.  It’s not surprising
that I’m so turned on, not
really, since I’ve been desperate to touch him since the night that we met.  Now that I’ve got him, I can’t get enough.

Fortunately for my stomach, Damien took charge.  After sliding in to a clean pair of briefs, he wrapped the robe I’d brought in from the guest bath around me and then held my hand as he walked us into the kitchen. 

After spending a few minutes poking around and trying to decide what to eat, we chose to make pancakes and bacon.  Damien took charge of the bacon while I whipped up the pancakes. 
It’s a blast
cooking with him, the two of us continuing to touch and kiss the entire time.
 

Taking seats next to each other at the kitchen island,
we spent
a few minutes eating. We worked
well together cleaning up once we’re finished, and before long we’re back in his bedroom.
It’s after three in the morning and we’re both shit kicked.

Curling up on the bed, we lay facing each other with clasped hands. It’s surreal, being in this bed with him.  Finally having the ability to open myself up to him as well as the ability to touch him whenever and
wherever I want fills me with great joy.  I’d love to stay awake and continue this moment forever, but before I know it, I’m drifting off. 

The weeks of not sleeping and emotional exhaustion had worn both of us out so much that we
slept for eons.  When I woke
up next to my amazing girl this morning
, seeing her
filled me with such happiness that it was staggering. Sometime during the night Br
ooke had gotten rid of her robe, which meant that
her warm naked body
was
cuddled up against me. 
My instinct was to wake her up to make love, but my conscience reminded me that it was due to my actions that
she was so exhausted.  In the end, I let her sleep.  I’m definitely taking a rain check on the lovemaking though.

The feeling of rightness having her wit
h me is mind blowing for me
.  Afte
r a lifetime of running away, I’m insanely
attached.  Anchored and loving it.  She belongs here, and I belong with her. To describe my mood as ecstatic is a huge understatement.  Had I known how content I’d feel having her with me like this, I would never have fought it.
In retrospect all the bullshit I flung at her, and fed myself, was obviously ridiculous.  We were meant to be.

What I now know with certainty is that I’ve got no intention of letting her go.  The last few weeks were absolute torture, and I think we both need some rest and relaxation.  To that end, I’ve decided that we need to get away.  We’ve been through hell and back, and now I just want to be with her around the clock.  Hell, I don’t just want that.  I need it.
  Body, mind and soul, I need to be filled with Brooke in order to heal.

Gently kissing her neck, I ease myself from the bed,
headed for the bathroom. 
After spending
a few minutes doing my morning ritual
,
I meandered
out to the living room
to pick
up the phone
and
call my brother.  Wasting no t
ime, I got right to the point.

“I need the next week off.  Brooke’s here and we’re finally on the same page.  I want to take her away and spend some time together, just the two of us.  We’re both wrung the fuck out from how terrible these last few weeks were.  I’m going to spend the next week spoiling the shit out of my girl.”

Letting
out a loud cheer, Dante
finishes with a
laugh. 
“Your girl
, huh
?
That’s awesome news.  Brooke’s
fucking
amazing, and she’s getting a great man in you.  I’m proud of you bro.  You
lucked
the fuck out finding someon
e like her.
I’m so glad
that
you both came to your senses that I don’t give a shit how long you’re gone, as long as you’re both back in time for the wedding.   I’ll have Sabrina take over for you until you get back. 
Annnnd
speaking of my fiancée, she’s right here and
she’s about to kill me if I don’t let her get on the phone with you. 
Get ready for the Spanish inquisition.”

I could only laugh.  I knew the second I picked up the phone to call my brother that Sabrina would be nearby.  Those two are so close that I’m not sure there’s room to get a piece of paper between them.  Knowing that, I was fully prepared for Sabrina to give me the third degree.  She isn’t just Brooke’s sister or my brother’s fiancée, she’s one of my best friends and I’m excited about sharing this with her.