Freedom of Love (Letter From Home #2)(25)

It had been so long I almost couldn’t remember the last time I’d had sex. My life became divided into before that fateful night and after. But one more taste of his lips on mine and I didn’t think about anything other than Brody’s body.



(Brody)

I rolled to the side to free up one hand, which moved to the bottom of her sweater. Hesitating, I looked down, needing to hear the word.

Smiling, she nodded. “Yes,” she breathed.

My hand slipped underneath the material, trailing feather-light touches up toward her breasts as I dragged the material along. It snagged at the bottom of her bra, and before I moved it further, she pushed on my shoulders rolling me onto my back.

Sitting up, she smiled down at me as she jerked her sweater over her her head, her breasts spilling out over the cups of her bra. Reaching behind her, she unsnapped it and with another flick of her wrist, tossed it to the floor as well. I knew she needed to feel a sense of control and was more than willing to give it to her.

My eyes feasted on her beautiful breasts, gently swaying with her body’s movements. My hands spanned her waist before sliding up to cup them, tweaking both nipples.

Molly groaned at the sensation, throwing her head back which thrust them further into my hands. Dropping her chin, she moved her hands to my shirt, pulling it from my waistband.

With my cock ready to erupt, I moved quickly, my actions matching hers. We became a tangle of arms and legs, almost in a race to see who could undress the quickest. Just before I tossed my jeans to the side, I reached into the pocket and pulled out a condom.

As she lay back, her nude body completely on display, I knelt over her once more. “I’ve dreamed of seeing you like this, but the reality is so much more than the fantasy,” I vowed. My hands roamed from the valley between her breasts, over her tummy and the curve of her hips, to slip into the wetness between her legs.

Molly groaned as the sensations of my fingers moved deep inside her sex. Opening her eyes, staring at me pleasuring her, she confessed, “I won’t last long…it’s been forever.”

I grinned as I moved my fingers out, licking them before sliding on the condom. “Babe, same for me. How about we come together?”

“Oh, yeah!” she cried as I pushed inside her tight sex, moving slowly to give her a chance to accommodate my eager cock.

Thrusting deep inside, I balanced on my forearms, holding her face between my palms. Peppering her face with kisses to begin with, I then slid my tongue into her mouth, matching the movements of my hips.

Molly wrapped her legs around my waist, opening herself wider, allowing me to slide deeper. Tongues tangling, mouths vying for dominance, we clung to each other, not knowing where one ended and the other began.

“Close baby?” I growled into her mouth.

Her scream was my answer as her orgasm rocked through her. As her slick channel grabbed my cock I felt my balls tighten and then explode as my long-awaited orgasm powered into her.

Dropping down, I heard the air leave her lungs in a grunt and I rolled to the side, bringing her with me. We lay, panting as our hearts pounded erratically, neither able to speak for several long minutes.

As consciousness slowly returned, with her head on my chest, she smoothed her hands over my muscular body, as though she wanted to memorize every inch. My hand roved up and down her back as my heartbeat returned to normal.

Turning my head, I said, “Baby, I wanted to go slow and savor every moment but I knew I couldn’t. I’ve wanted you for so long, this first time was going to go fast.”

Grinning, she kissed my chest, right over his heart, and said, “No complaints from me.”

Moving so I was on top again, I gazed down into her face and said, “Well, don’t worry…the next time will last. And there will be lots of next-times.”



My plane had just touched down and I checked my phone. Seeing several missed calls from Molly, I dialed her back quickly.

“Hey, Molly, what’s up?”

“I got a call,” Molly rushed, her voice breathless.

I narrowed my eyes in alarm as I jogged down the plane’s ramp, not understanding. “You got a call? From who, sweetheart?”

“The attorney. The one who’s working with me and Rachel. She wants to meet right now so Gus is letting me go of course, and I know you aren’t here so you can’t come too but I’m nervous and wanted to let you know so you can be thinking about me.” The words came out in a rush and she finally took a breath as she finished.

Looking at my watch, I cursed the timing. “I’ll get there as fast as I can, but I’m at least an hour and a half away.”

“It’s okay,” she assured. “I just wanted you to know. I’m at her office so I gotta go now.”

“Good luck, babe,” I said. “Love you.” She had just disconnected but I halted on the tarmac. Love you? Damn, the words just slipped out! But I knew in my heart, they were true. I wasn’t sure if she heard them or not. Panicking, I wondered if she would be upset at the throwaway manner in which I said them. She probably didn’t hear them. Smiling, I jogged toward my truck, hoping to get to her as soon as possible.



(Molly)

He loves me? Wondering if I had heard him correctly just as we disconnected, I had no time to process his sentiment before entering Ms. Cordone’s office. Clarice and Rachel were there waiting for me. Rushing over to hug my sister, we were soon ushered into the conference room. The meeting was a bit anti-climatic since it was just to inform us that a sympathetic judge had read the petition and was granting us a hearing in a month. She went back over the written statements from both Rachel and me and with no new comments to be added, the meeting was soon over.