They ended up in an oversized chair in his living room. He sat down and pulled her into his lap. Marie squealed and tried to resist, but Brooks was stronger and faster. She ended up sideways with her legs hanging over the arm of the chair.

Immediately, she rested her cheek on his shoulder, sighing in contentment. He brought his hand up to run his fingers through her tangled hair, smoothing it out and giving her goosebumps. Slowly, Brooks dipped his head down and kissed her lips chastely. Marie couldn’t help but open her mouth and kiss him back.

After several long minutes of exploring his mouth and feeling his hands move up and down the contours of her body, she could feel his erection pressing against her backside. What? Was he Superman or something, she thought. Give him less than an hour and he was ready to go again. She’d be sore by the time Saturday morning rolled around.

His kisses were getting more insistent and she could feel the tension building in his body. Marie pulled her face back from his. “Shower?”

His eyes lit up and he stood so fast that she almost crashed into the floor. “Good idea,” he agreed, pulling her up the stairs to the master bath. The shower was a cube with glass walls on two sides. He was pushing her toward it as he unzipped her dress.

She laughed and turned around to kiss him. Brooks slipped his arms around her and obliged. Then he let go so he could turn the water on and adjust the temperature. Marie pushed her dress down over her hips and unhooked her bra. Her panties and shoes were somewhere on the kitchen floor. And then she realized that the bathroom was fully lit and Brooks had never really seen her body, just felt it.

Instinctively, she grabbed for a towel, holding it in front of her body. “I hope you like hot showers,” he said, turning around to find her. His brows furrowed when he saw her holding the towel like a security blanket in front of her. “Oh, no,” Brooks said. “We’re not doing the towel thing again. I want to see you.”

“I’m shy,” she replied.

His eyes flashed and he stepped into her body. “I just fucked you on the stove. You’re not allowed to be shy anymore.”

“Oh, boy...” she mumbled, feeling that familiar flush on her cheeks.

He pulled the towel away and let it drop to the floor. “I love your body, penguin. Do you know how many times I’ve come for you in the past twenty-four hours?” When she didn’t answer, he let his hands roam up and down her sides, tracing the swell of her breasts, her waist, her hips, down to her thighs and then back up the center of her body to curl his hands over her shoulders. “Four times,” he mumbled, moving his hands behind her and letting them slide over the dip at the small of her back that sloped out into her ass.

She did the math in her head, trying to ignore the way his hands were manipulating her. Twice last night and once in the kitchen. “Three,” she corrected.

He kissed her. “Mmm, four,” Brooks replied, pulling back and opened the shower door. “I got off to my imaginary you this morning when I woke up and you weren’t in bed with me.”

Lacing his fingers with hers, he pulled her toward the shower. Before they stepped inside, he shucked his boxers. She stared. His cock was, as she suspected, perfect. It came as no surprise since she’d had the pleasure of feeling it inside her.

“Now you’re staring,” he said.

Marie met his gaze with her wide eyes. “Wow,” she said.

Brooks laughed. “You’re going to give me a god complex, baby. Get in the shower.”

She followed him and moved under the spray to wet her hair. Brooks was already dumping shampoo into his palm and lathering it up. Marie turned her back to him and let him work it through her hair. He was gentle and took his time. Once he had finished, she turned to rinse it out and made him tilt his head down so she could wash his hair.

The body gel in the shower was just used as an excuse to touch each other. She especially liked to run her hands over his hard chest, wide shoulders, and muscular arms. Finally, Marie slipped around him and moved him so his back was to the spray, blocking the water from her for the most part.

Marie dropped to her knees and saw his hands clench into fists. He knew what was coming and she intended to give him the most enthusiastic blow job she'd ever given in her entire life.

Slowly,she ran her tongue underneath from the base to the tip and then let the head of his cock slide into her mouth. She tightened her lips around him and sucked while her tongue circled his tip.

"Marie," he said, laying his hand on the crown of her head. "Baby."

She had the upper hand for once and was relishing it. Pulling away for a moment, she said, "I thought I was your penguin."

He smiled down at her. "You are. But I think you're also a little more than that now."

She flicked her tongue out at the sensitive spot just at the bottom of his tip. And she tried not to think too hard about what he'd just said. What were they now? Friends? Lovers? Friends with benefits? A couple? She pushed it all out of her mind and concentrated on his cock and how he liked her to work it. He moaned louder when she wrapped her fingers around the base and twisted her hand slightly as she moved her hand up to follow her mouth. When she took him all the way in and let him hit the back of her throat, his hand moved down to cup the base of her skull.

She almost growled in triumph. Now she had his number. Every other stroke was deep enough to bring up her gag reflex. She repressed it and concentrated on sucking him, creating the wet, tight pressure that had him making little noises of pleasure. It didn't take long for him to try to pull her head away.

"Baby, I'm close," he said.

She knew. And she wanted to taste him.

"I want you," he begged, trying to pull out of her mouth.

Marie let up, but kept her fist firmly around his cock. "You just had me. And you can have me later." That said, she parted her lips and took him into her mouth again

Brooks made a strangled sound deep in his throat. He grabbed her head again and rocked his hip's into her face. Two, three pumps and he spilled into her mouth with a deep grunt.

She remained kneeling while she swallowed and watched his chest rise and fall rapidly. It only took him a few seconds to recover. When he did, he grabbed her arm and hauled her up to her feet.

"That was mean," he said.

Marie grinned and licked her lips suggestively. "I thought that was pretty nice."

Brooks used his body to press hers against the shower wall. His right hand was between her thighs so he could pump two fingers in and out of her. "You know what I meant," he replied. She had. He wanted to come inside her, not in her mouth.

"Don’t complain if I like to blow you," Marie told him between gasping breaths.

His lips rubbed over the wet skin of her throat. "Oh, I'm not complaining, penguin. But you're going to get it so hard later tonight that you might not be able to walk tomorrow."

She curled her fingers around his upper arms and lifted one of her legs to better accommodate his hand between her legs. He must have been taking notes the last few times because every thrust and twist of his fingers was just right. She came hard, pressing her face into his chest.

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She woke up to hands running up and down her body, squeezing her tits and then moving down to grab her ass. Marie was on her side with a sheet thrown over her. It only took her a moment to remember that she was in Brooks’ bed. His hands were confident and gentle and felt like heaven

“What time is it?” she mumbled, opening her eyes to find herself only a few inches from her gorgeous face.

“Almost two in the morning,” he answered, gliding a hand over her thigh and hip.

“Did we really fall asleep at seven o’clock like old people?”

He chuckled and swatted at her ass. “I’m useless after great sex. I just need to sleep.”

“Obviously, I have that problem, too.”

Brooks dug his fingers into the flesh of her ass, making Marie gasp and arch her body into his. “Mmm, but it’s a good problem to have,” he whispered in her ear. She shivered at his hot breath caressing the shell of her ear and the length of her neck.

He kissed her slowly, gently at first. And then when she started writhing against him like a bitch in heat, he became more insistent and forceful. Marie moaned him name when he pulled away for a moment.

“I promised you something before we went to bed,” Brooks said.

She scratched her fingernails lightly across his chest. “What?”

“That I was going to fuck you so hard you’d have a hard time walking tomorrow.”

Her wiggled against him, rubbing her thighs together to get some friction going downstairs.

“That’s what you get for making me come before I was ready,” he warned her.

He lifted himself up and rolled Marie onto her stomach. She squealed and pushed herself to her elbows so she could get up. Brooks was on to of her by then, kneeling behind her and pulling her hips off the bed with one hand and pushing her shoulders down with the other.

“Oh my God,” Marie moaned when she realized he was going to take her from behind. She wiggled her ass in anticipation.

“So needy,” he teased, smacking her ass playfully.

“I was trying to be welcoming.”

He chuckled. “You look very welcoming from his position.” That said, he sheathed himself fully in her. The sudden movement tore a shocked gasp from Marie. He was hard as a rock and deep inside her.

As he began thrusting, she pressed her face into the mattress. The position allowed him to hit new spots. He felt so much bigger and deeper, and she couldn’t hold a simple thought in her head while he slammed into her from behind. Both his hands were helping guide her back onto his cock by holding her hips. She picked up the rhythm in no time and continued throwing herself back against him with all her force.

One of his hands glided up the middle of her back and then grabbed her shoulder. She lifted up on her hands so he could lean himself over her body. “You’re so fucking beautiful,” he whispered in her ear. His hand on her shoulder slid down to her waist and then moved between her legs so he could finger her clit. He pitched it lightly before gathering her juices and rubbing her back and forth until was worked up into a frenzy.

“Brooks, I’m...”

“Coming?” he asked when she didn’t finished her sentence. “Come all over me, baby.”

She did. His words and the way he was matching his strokes with the pressure on her clit sent her flying off into the ether.

His hips sped up and he slammed into her harder. The headboard of the bed banged against the wall over and over and over until he growled and convulsed. She knew he’d come when his body draped over hers. Her arms let out and she collapsed onto the mattress. He followed her down, but rolled to the side so he wouldn’t crush her.

“I might not be able to walk for a week,” she tease, rolling over onto her side to face him again.

Brooks laughed and pulled her closer to him while he threw a sheet over their naked bodies. “Stay here then. I’m so glad you’re here.”