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“I trust you,” she whispers and I close my eyes. She trusts me and that is fucking huge.
I open my eyes and look right into hers as I slowly push into her. Holy fuck, the way her pussy is gripping my cock makes me bite my cheek. I keep pushing in and watch her face to make sure that I am not hurting her in any way. The second she bites down hard on her lip I stop. “Am I hurting you?”
She releases her lip and moves her hands to my face. “No, you aren’t. Please, keep going.”
I nod my head and just decide to push the rest of the way in. Once I do she tosses her head back and lets out a loud moan. Giving both of us a minute to get used to the most incredible feeling I lean down and slowly kiss her lips. “God, you are so much more than I ever imagined,” I say between soft kisses.
I move inside her and it is everything. I’m feeling things I didn’t know existed and it no longer scares me, because every time I push back into her I feel us becoming more connected. I go just a little quicker and she digs her nails into my back. I find a steady rhythm and our eyes lock. We both just stare at each other as we both groan with pleasure. It hits me all at once, I’m making love to her. Every part of me is here in the moment, my body, my soul and my heart.
Feeling her tighten on my cock, I know she isn’t going to last much longer and honestly neither am I. I never break eye contact with her while I reach down and rub her clit, bringing her closer. “Oh Fitz, I’m so close,” she cries out, throwing her head back.
“Brooklyn, please look at me baby. Please,” I whisper, needing to see the look in her emerald eyes as we both orgasm.
When our eyes connect, I can feel my release coming on fast. I keep my steady tempo, but rub her clit faster and when I do, I not only feel her orgasm grip me, but I watch it in her eyes. She shouts out my name and it has my release chasing hers. I continue to pump into her until I have nothing left. It is by far the strongest orgasm I’ve ever had and I have no doubt it’s because of her.
We both lay there breathless, hearts beating frantically and in complete bliss for quite a while. I finally lift my head and kiss her, because even though I’m still inside her I need to feel closer. When we break apart I brush the hair off her face and smile. “Brooklyn, this moment right here, is the happiest I’ve been in my life. It’s because of you, baby.”
A tear escapes her right eye and I brush it away. “Fitz, I feel the same way. This is so much more, you’re so much more.”
We lay wrapped around each other for a while, before I get her a shirt to put on, while I pull on my boxers. I climb right back into the bed and pull her to lay on my chest. She wraps her arms around me and neither of us say anything, but so much is spoken. I’ll never let her go now, she is mine.
I wake up, still wrapped in Fitz’s arms and it makes my heart start to pound. This has been by far the most incredible night of my life. When I decided to come to the concert I never would have thought I’d end up in his bed. Standing in the audience, watching him up on stage, was such a turn on. I was having trouble not touching myself to relieve some of the buildup. What really did it for me, what really made me know I had no other choice but to call Poppy to bring me back stage, was that song. As soon as he started to sing, I started to cry. It was the most romantic thing to ever happen to me, right along with renting the damn Empire State Building for me.
Poppy sent a security guard out to me and as soon as the lights went down, he pulled me through the crowd. When I got back stage, I didn’t bother taking anything in, I was so taken back by what had just happened on stage. Forget it when Fitz walked into the room. The shock and emotion I saw on his face was enough to tell me that even though I felt it when I visited, that he felt something for me.
The way he played my body like an instrument, was a testament to his talent in and out of the bedroom. I’d never had someone go down on me before and holy shit, I don’t know if he’s just that experienced or if everyone does it like that, but I about lost my mind. The feeling was incredible and I already want his mouth on me again. Then, he made love to me. He was so sweet, so careful, so tender. I’d never in my life felt more connected to someone than I did when he was inside me.
Now here I am, in his arms on the tour bus with the moon shining through the small window. I don’t want to leave, I want to stay wrapped in his arms forever. Although, I know he’s got a tour to do and I have work Monday morning. I don’t know when they leave and I don’t want to wake him up, but a part of me is terrified that this bus will pull away with me on it.
I take a deep breath and go to pull away from him. He, however, tightens his hold on me and I smile. He doesn’t want to let me go. That feeling of being wanted so badly is something I’ve craved for as long as I can remember and here it is happening for me with one of the biggest rock stars. I hate to wake him up, but I’m not going to just leave. I think we need to figure this out, or at least I do, before I walk out the door.
I try again to move and he moans out, “Brooklyn.” My nipples harden and my pulse picks up with the thought he is dreaming of me.
“Fitz,” I whisper and rub my hand on his muscular arm. He doesn’t move, so I try again, a little louder this time.
He snaps his eyes open and grabs my face in his hands. “Thank fuck it was just a dream,” he says and smashes his lips to mine.
I immediately open up and the second his tongue touches mine, my body burns. A simple kiss is all it takes for me to want to forget everything I was just thinking and stay right here. He pulls away and places small kisses all over my face.
“I’m sorry I woke you,” I say, looking up at him, now that he’s on top of me.
“Brooklyn, never be sorry for wanting my attention. What’s wrong?” he asks, his eyes searching mine.
I chew my lip and he stops me by sucking it into his mouth and running his tongue along it. Fuck, I need to close my eyes because it feels so good. He finally lets go and I grin at him. “Nothing is wrong, but ummm…” I trail off. I don’t know what or how to say it.
“Hey, talk to me,” he whispers, pushing my hair off my face once more.
I clear my throat and try to find the words. “So, okay, well.” I close my eyes and just go for it. “I don’t know where this is going or what happens now, but I know you have a tour to finish and I have work on Monday. When do you leave?” I open my eyes and chance looking at him.
He has a small smile playing at his lips and leans forward to press a kiss on my forehead. “I know we have a lot to talk about, I get it. If you’re asking me what I want, I want you. I want you here with me every single day. I want you in my bed every single night. When I’m on stage, I want to know I’m coming off to you. I’ve waited my whole life to feel this way Brooklyn, so if you’re asking me if I want to be your boyfriend or some shit, than hell yes,” he says and winks. Before I can get a word in he continues, “We are leaving here Monday.”
It’s overwhelming, it’s more than I ever expected and my stomach swims with butterflies listening to him. He wants to be my boyfriend, he wants me here with him. It sounds so enticing and scary. I smile and push up pressing a kiss on his lips. “I’ve never wanted someone like I want you. I’ve never considered leaving everything I know for someone that I hardly know, but you do these things to me. I want to be with you Fitz, more than anything in this world. Nothing could possibly make me happier.” He goes to interrupt and I press a finger to his mouth. “But, as exciting as it sounds to be with you on tour, I can’t just pick up my life and go.”
He sits up, leaning against the small headboard, and pulls me to sit on his lap. He wraps his arms around me and I curl up in them. “Here’s the thing, I want you to give me a chance Brooklyn. Let me prove to you that this is where you belong. The thought of watching you walk away again kills me,” he says and kisses the top of my head. “However, you told me in New York that you didn’t know what your dream was because you were living everyone else’s. I don’t want to be another person who pushes their dreams on you.
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I’m so confused on what to do. I know logically the thing to do is go home, keep living my life and when he is done with his tour, figure things out. The thing is I don’t know if I can do it. I don’t know if I can walk away again and survive the pain, because the last time nearly did me in.
