Room for More

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“Am I the more?” I looked up at this sexy man, in complete awe of just how lucky I was to have him.
“You’re absolutely the more.” He rubbed the pad of his thumb softly along my bottom lip. “You’re more than more.”
I caught his hand in mine and gently kissed his palm as he stared right through me.
“And right now, I’d like to have more on our pier.”
I plucked the blanket from under his arm and barely had time to open it before Brody had me on my back, his full weight on top of me, kissing me with an unapologetic neediness. We took our time, slowly kissing and savoring each other for as long as we could stand it.
He pulled back and licked his lips while he slowly studied my face. “God, I didn’t realize how much I truly missed you until I was with you again.”
“I missed you too,” I replied breathlessly as I shoved my hands up the back of his shirt, feeling his muscles roll and flex beneath my fingertips. “Don’t stop kissing me.” He clasped his lips over mine again and the spark that burned constantly between us exploded into fire. Pulling me up into a sitting position, he grabbed the waist of my tank top and lifted it over my head.
His eyes went wide as he stared down at my breasts. “Holy shit. You don’t have a bra on.”
Overcome with sudden shyness, I bit my lip and shrugged, trying to cover myself with my hands. “I was in bed. I don’t normally wear a—”
All coherent thought drained from my brain like a burst dam as Brody pushed my hands away and clamped his warm lips around my nipple. My head fell back and a moan slipped from my mouth.
His tongue moved painfully slow, making circles around my nipple until I was pushing my breast farther into his mouth, desperate for more.
“Someone’s needy tonight, huh?”
“Mmhmm.” I sighed.
He gently pulled the elastic band of my pajama pants out, just far enough to tuck his hand inside. “Let’s see just how needy you are, huh?” I don’t know if it was the crisp night air or the fact that we hadn’t seen each other in a couple days, but I felt like I was going to burst and he hadn’t even touched me yet. Desperate for the release only he could give me, I spread my legs to give him easier access.
He dipped his fingers inside my panties and made slow circles around my most sensitive spot. The faster he swirled his fingers, the faster I panted, hovering deliciously close to my orgasm.
“Wait.” I pinched my legs together, pinning his hand in between them.
“What’s wrong?” He scrunched his eyebrows in confusion.
“I’m close. Really, really close, but… I want you inside me.”
It was almost completely dark out, but I could see his lips roll into a devilish grin when what I said registered in his brain. I lay back on the blanket and in a matter of seconds, his pants were off and he had a condom on, hovering at my opening. He tucked his arm under my head like a pillow and slowly pushed his cock inside me. It normally took me a second to adjust to the feeling, but tonight I was so wet and so ready that I started grinding back against him immediately. He sensed how close I was already and pushed in and out of me with a fast, hard rhythm. With each thrust of his hips, my backside rocked against the wood boards of the pier, creating a squeaking serenade over the quiet lake. His deep, low moans tickled my ear as he grew close too.
“God, Kacie. You feel so good.” He sounded erotically pained.
My fingers scratched against his back as he moved in me faster and faster. His hands curled around my shoulders, pulling me against him as he groaned loudly. The way he sounded when he came was just what I needed to push me over the edge. I called out over and over so loud, Brody tried to cover my face with his shoulder. His body went limp, laying on top of me while we caught our breath. After a minute, he rolled off of me and propped himself up on his elbow.
“I think I was too loud.” I panted, staring up at the stars.
Leaning over and kissing my shoulder, he laughed quietly. “Uh, you were definitely vocal.”
Throwing my arm over my face, I cringed internally. “I couldn’t help it.”
“It’s our pier, I told you. It’s magical.”
In the morning, I jumped out of bed before the sun was up and headed down to the kitchen. Kacie was sitting at the island, half-asleep and curled around her coffee cup.
“Good morning.” I kissed the top of her head.
She grunted back without looking up at me.
I laughed. “Little tired today, are we?”
“Beyond.” She blew on her steaming coffee and scoffed at me. “And I’m still mad about losing my favorite tank top.”
Last night, after laying on the pier, talking for hours, and having sex one more time, we got up to get dressed and one of us realized the other one accidentally tossed her tank top in the lake after he peeled it off of her. Knowing it was her favorite one, I felt bad, but the sight of her trying to cover herself as she ran up to the house was well worth the cost of a truckload of new tank tops. Of course, I couldn’t let her sneak through the house like that. Halfway up the yard, I took my T-shirt off and put it over her head. It was about eight sizes too big and went to her knees, but she’d never looked sexier.
I poured my own cup of coffee and sat down next to her. “If it makes you feel any better, I have about thirty mosquito bites on my ass.”
She was taking a drink and nearly spit it out as she covered her mouth with her hand.
“Oh my God.” She tossed her head back and laughed hard once she swallowed her coffee. “Do you really?”
“Hell yeah. I was scratching all night,” I pouted.
“Awww.” She reached over and nuzzled her nose into my neck. “Want me to kiss it and make it better?”
“You’d kiss it for me?”
She pulled back and shrugged. “Sure. Why not?”
“In that case, did I say the mosquito bites were on my ass?” I raised an eyebrow at her. “What I meant was that I have mosquito bites all over my—”
“Brody!” Lucy jumped into my arms just as I was about to tell Kacie where I’d like her to plant her lips.
Kacie elbowed me in the gut as she got up to refill her coffee cup.
“Where’s my other Twinkie?”
“She doesn’t want to brush her hair, so she’s hiding in the bathroom.” She giggled.
I watched as Kacie bent over and pulled a frying pan out of the cabinet, wondering if she had any idea how truly captivating she was. She had on a long gray robe thrown over her Minnesota Wild tank top and gray pajama pants. A few stray pieces of her long copper hair had escaped the messy bun at the back of her head, making her neck look irresistible. She grinned at Lucy’s crazy babbling as she slid over to the fridge and grabbed a few eggs. Call me a pussy or a pansy or whatever you want, but this woman’s sexy simplicity drove me crazy and I didn’t care who knew it.
“Did you hear me, Brody?”
“I’m sorry, baby. What?” I looked down at Lucy.
“I said I didn’t know you were coming today.”
“You know what, I didn’t know it either.” I grabbed a banana from the fruit bowl and started peeling it for her. “I decided late last night to drive up and see you guys.”