AFTER GALA FUN || BROCHEL
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All Brody could do was nod at her words and not say anything back before crashing his lips against hers. This was something that wasn’t planned at all, or that he was even counting on it happening, but there he was, fucking her like he said he wouldn’t because he felt the need to control himself and any sexual urge he had to respect his dead girlfriend, and he just caved in. He was going to enjoy it anyways, but he knew he was talking too much, maybe because it had been a while since the last time he had sex or out of nervousness, but he could feel how that was fading in and let him savour the moment, as if something inside him was being unleashed to seek a moment of pleasure. He broke the kiss and looked at her as he picked up the pace, thrusting into her faster, harder and deeper, fucking her in ways he never dreamed of. “Move,” he whispered in her ear between grunts. “I need you to move.”
When Rachel said what she did, the last thing she expected was for Brody to kiss her. But she was not complaining. Especially when it cut down on the chatter. It wasn’t that Rachel was trying to shut Brody up, per say, but she wanted to feel. She wanted him to feel. This is what they were finally doing away with everything and doing it for. Brody breaking the kiss made Rachel about to ask if there was something the matter when she felt the pace pick up. He was pounding into her harder, deeper and faster than before. When he told her to move, Rachel looked at him but she complied. As he made the move to come down next, Rachel lifted her hips to meet his, purposely grinding against him once they came into contact with each other.









