Like a Wave

Chapter 35: Our New Home

We told Jordan about buying our new home. He was happy or at least acted like he was. He agreed to keep the kids so we could fly back to Atlanta to list Cody's home and decide on the furniture. 

When we arrived, he opened my door and helped me out. He carried our bags in and sat them down. He lifted me up, carried me to his bedroom, and laid me down.

"I have been waiting to make love to you all day." He gently kissed me as he started removing my shoes and socks. 

"Can we try something different?"

"Sexual wise, you mean?"

"Yes, I don't want you to go soft and slow. I want you to go hard and fast."

Cody stopped kissing her and raised up. "I can't do that, not with you."

"Why, Cody? I'm not a fragile piece of glass. I want all of you in every form."

"Brittney, I can't control myself. When I go fast and hard, which has only been with women I just wanted to fuck didn't care how rough I was with them." 

"I want that with you as well."

"Baby, when I get started hard and fast, I can't control myself. I could never live with myself if I hurt you. I can't stop until I'm pleased, and trust me, it takes a lot to please me when I fuck hard. You think our two or three hours of making love is long? Imagine me pounding into you fast and hard for that amount of time."

"Cody, that's what I'm asking for. I promise I won't get hurt or be mad. I may be sore, but that's what I want and need is a good fuck from my man." 

"Are you absolutely sure? Promise me you won't get mad or look at me differently if we do this."

"I promise, this is what I want. I want all of you in every way I can." 

Cody shook his head; "You have no idea what you are asking for." He leaned down and kissed me hard and hungry. I could feel the way he changed; it was almost animalistic, and I wanted it. 

Where he normally kissed and worshipped my body, he was sucking and claiming my body. He left prints all over my body. He stripped our clothes off and slid into my core easily and then lifted my legs to his shoulders with my feet on his shoulder so every time he thrust into me, my feet would come up and my knees to my chin. 

He thrust hard and fast as I had never experienced. I could feel him, all of him. Into my lower stomach, and I could feel every muscle in my body react as he thrust harder and faster. There were times I couldn't even breathe, but fuck, he felt amazing. 

After an hour, he flipped me over and thrust from behind as he wrapped my legs on top of his legs, which hit differently. He had my shoulders on the mattress as he had my ass in the air. Over and over, faster and harder than I had ever felt. 

He flipped me to my left side as he lifted my right leg up and thrust into me. My entire body hurt, and I was getting sore, and he was still going with no end in sight. I wasn't sure how much more I could take, but I wanted him, and he wanted me. 

We had both reached our climax points so many times I had lost count; it felt like I hit mine every time he went inside of me, but I knew it wasn't. He laid me back onto my back and put my legs over his arms. He thrust hard and fast, and I was so exhausted. I knew his legs had to be killing him. 

"I fucking love you, Brittney. Holy fuck, I can't believe you are still going." He yelled as we fucked. That just made me want him more.

He fucked me for about thirty more minutes, and finally, when we reached our orgasm, our bodies shook. He stopped and stayed right where he was.