They stayed like that for a little while--facing each other, her head nestled between his bicep and chest, legs twisted together as he wrapped his arms around and pulled her into to his chest. Her breathing relaxed as she rested her head against him, syncing with the thump of his heartbeat in her ear.
For a few minutes, no words were exchanged as they both just enjoyed the feel of closeness to each other. Brooklyn lifted her hand and slowly twisted her fingers through his curly chest hair and let herself feel the electricity at each point where their bodies touched. She felt him twitch a little in response to her soft touches and lift his outer arm to brush the hair off her shoulder and glide it down her side, tracing her curves down and then back up. She couldn't help but smile and lean her head back to look up into his eyes. On his next path down, he stopped to slip his hand behind her lower back and pull her into him as he dipped his head down to capture her smiling lips into a soft, wet kiss. The gentle touches turned feverish as the soft kiss turned into a hot dance between their mouths.
Keeping his hand behind B's back, he kept her pulled to him as he rolled fully onto his back, holding her on top of him as he teased the seam of her lips with his tongue. She tentatively parted her lips, letting him lead the kisses as she grazed her hands up to hold the sides of his face, fingers scraping lightly into his hair. As they continued kissing, she realized that as he rolled them over, she was positioned so that his still stiff hard-on was pressed between her mound and his stomach.
She reluctantly broke their kisses to tend to the more pressing need between her legs. Leaning back, she moved off the top of him and coached him to sit up, helping put pillows behind his back as he shifted on the bed. He sat upright, propped against the wall with more than his legs sticking straight out. Brooklyn smirked as she moved back in to give him one last kiss as she reached over to squeeze his rigid shaft. "I told you I wasn't done yet." She whispered in his ear as she started to stroke him slowly from the base up to the reddened head. "I need you inside of me." she muttered as he started to lift his hips up to get closer to her center. But she stopped him with a hand to his chest. "I really want to feel you but we need a condom."
He reached over into his side drawer and pulled out a condom. Her mouth dried up as she watched him tear the side of the package open with his teeth. She took the packet from him, throwing the paper to the floor as she rolled the rubber down his manhood all the way to his base. She gave him one squeeze before Brooklyn threw her leg over his other side to straddle him. Reaching between her legs, she grasped him again and began to use the tip like a thick paintbrush, smearing her folds from core to clit with a mix of her juices and the lube from the condom. She was impossibly wet and couldn't wait to feel him push inside of her. Leaning slightly forward, she angled his head at her entrance and pushed back, sucking his covered tip into her dripping hole. "Keep going baby. Keep fucking going baby." he encouraged as she adjusted to the feel of him inside of her.