Unexpected Heat: An Enemies to Lovers Romance

by Sarah J. Brooks

  “Lie on your back,” Mila commands seconds later.

  I do as instructed and lie on the rug, my trousers tented at the front. Mila slips off her T-shirt and bra and then sits astride me and sits on my bits. She strokes my erect cock over my trousers, and a grunt escapes my mouth. I place my hands on her hips and caress her gently.

  She unzips my trousers and pops the button, and with hands on the waistband, she tugs at it. I help her by raising myself off the floor, and she pulls down my trousers and boxer shorts leaving my cock free. She cups my cock with both hands and then poises herself above it.

  I take the chance to fill my hands with her tits. Her nipples are hard, and I flick my thumbs over them. Mila moans softly as she lowers herself onto my cock. I close my eyes as the warmth and wetness of her pussy slowly envelop my cock.

  “Fuck, Mila,” I say between my teeth. “So sweet.”

  My cock is now plunged deep into her pussy, and I begin to thrust upward while keeping a grip on her thighs. I open my eyes and take in the beautiful sight of Mila’s tits bouncing to the beat of our thrusts. She looks so beautiful up there.

  I plunge even deeper into her pussy. Sharp hard thrusts. “I want everything from you, Mila. Fuck me.”

  “Oh yeah.” Mila’s eyes are shut.

  “Open your eyes,” I growl. “I want to look at you when you’re coming.”

  She opens her eyes and manages to grin. I thrust hard, and that wipes out the grin from her face. An almost painful look comes over her features.

  “This feels so good,” Mila says.

  I know what she means. Our lovemaking is sweet to the point of making one want to cry tears of ecstasy. I time our climaxes so that they happen at almost the same time. I spill cum into Mila’s hot pussy at the same time as her muscles clench, and she digs her nails into my chest.

  Later, when we’re cuddled up in bed, I sleepily tell her about my mother’s planned visit. I feel her body tense.

  “It’s nothing to worry about,” I tell her.

  “Does she know about us?” Mila asks.

  “No, but we’re adults, sweetheart. Don’t worry. I’ll handle her.”

  I nuzzle her neck and kiss her one last time before saying goodnight. My life feels perfect, even with the custody case looming. At this very moment, I feel happy and settled, and I know everything will work out. This woman makes me feel as if anything is possible as long as she’s with me.

  Chapter 26

  Mila

  I scrub the dishes automatically, my mind on Jessica, and how I feel just the tiniest bit sad that she’s gone back home. Having her here made me feel as if I had my family with me. Jessica feels like my family more than my own blood relatives do. I’ll miss her.

  A deep sigh escapes my lips. Strong warm hands encircle my waist, and I lean back and let my head rest on Brad’s muscled chest.

  “Missing Jessica already?” he asks.

  “A little,” I admit.

  “I’ll try and make it up to you,” he whispers into my ear.

  His hands dip under my T-shirt, and he makes circles on my tummy. A happy sigh leaves my lips, and my muscles begin to relax.

  “How?” I breathe, a smile tugging at my lips.

  “Like this,” Brad says and slides his hands further up.

  He cups my breasts over my bra and softly rubs my nipples over the material.

  “What about the dishes?” I ask in an unconvincing tone.

  “Keep washing them,” Brad says. “If you can, that is,” he adds with a chuckle.

  I pop my eyes open and straighten myself. Is that a dare? Does my man think that I can’t multitask? Challenge accepted. “Okay, I can do that.”

  I ignore the hands raising my bra, exposing my tits. I even manage to ignore Brad’s hands as they play with my rapidly hardening nipples. I bite my lower lip and manage to clean off one plate. I pick another, but that’s all I do. All my concentration is on the movement of Brad’s thumbs on my nipples.

  “Have I told you how much I love your tits?” he whispers.

  “No,” I reply, my voice coming out all breathless.

  “I love them so much I want to make love to them,” Brad says.

  His words go straight to my pussy, and a gush of wetness escapes and soaks my panties. “How?” I ask.

  Brad stops thumbing my nipples, and before I can protest, he grabs each breast and squeezes them together. “I’ll have you hold them like this, and then I’ll slide my big cock between them and fuck your tits.”

  My legs lose strength, and I grab on to the sink. Brad arranges his hard cock in the crack of my ass and humps softly.

  “Can you feel how hard I am for you?” he says.

  All I can think about is the image he painted of him fucking my tits. I can’t hold on any longer. “Let’s go to our bedroom,” I tell him.

  I shrug his hold on my breasts and lead the way, knowing that he’ll immediately follow me. In our bedroom, I strip as if I’m on fire. Brad chuckles softly as he follows suit. When I’m naked, I lie on the bed and cup my pussy, which throbs with anticipation.

  “Playing with yourself, beautiful?” Brad says.

  “Only until you get here,” I tell him.

  He straddles me, and with his hand on his cock, he moves up higher along my body and places his cock between my tits. I grab them and squeeze them together. I expect Brad to pump; instead, using the tip of his cock, he teases each of my nipples, flicking his cock over them.

  It is an oddly erotic sight. Brad’s cock moving over my nipples, sometimes flicking them so hard that it is almost painful and yet not. His cock leaves a trail of precum over my nipples. Then he slides it between my tits, and as he begins to rock his hips, his cock disappears in my cleavage, and when its swollen head emerges, I suck it hard.

  Brad lets out a groan. “That feels so good, sweetheart.”

  He increases the pace of his thrusts, and I suck his cock faster every time it emerges from my cleavage. Meanwhile, my pussy is on fire. As if Brad can sense my need for him, he withdraws his cock and slides down my body.

  “I want to feast on your pussy,” he growls.

  He raises my legs to his shoulders and dives into my pussy. At the first feel of his tongue on my clit, I let out a sharp cry. Before too long, I’m writhing and crying out his name. All my nerve endings are on fire, and I feel as if I can’t take any more stimulation.

  He fucks me with his tongue, and with his thumb, he plays with my clit, teasing, flicking and then sucking it with his lips. I feel as if I’m losing my mind from too much pleasure. Brad knows my body so well. He plays it like a professional guitar player, strumming it to his beat. Within minutes, I’m gushing out liquids and coming noisily.

  “I want to fuck you from behind,” Brad says when my pussy stops quivering and my body stops shaking.

  “Yes sir,” I say. I’m Brad’s instrument of pleasure, and I love it. He takes lovemaking to a whole new level.

  I roll to my tummy and then on to my knees. Brad smacks me lightly on my ass and then parts my legs, exposing my needy pussy. He rubs it with his thumb and then rolls my clit between his thumb and forefinger.

  “Yes, Brad. Like that.”

  I cry out when he replaces his fingers with his cock, and in one movement, he plunges it in my pussy. I whimper as Brad grabs my hips with his strong hands and begins thrusting rhythmically, each time going deeper and deeper.

  I fist the bedsheets covering the bed as I turn into a mass of quivering pleasure. I close my eyes as sensations render me unable to think of anything except Brad’s cock thrusting in and out of my pussy. My core tightens before exploding, and waves of pleasure roll over me.

  Brad rides every wave, thrusting harder and faster. “Come really hard for me, beautiful,” Brad growls, tightening his hands on my hips.

  “Brad!” I cry out as the last waves of pleasure tear through my body.

  “Yes, babe,” Brad says and keeps pumping.

  “Come into my
pussy,” I urge him. My words take him over the edge, and seconds later, he shoots hot cum inside me.

  Afterward, when our breaths have returned to normal, he spoons me, and we lay there surrounded by a bubble of warmth.

  “I feel as if we’re on our honeymoon,” I tell Brad, a smile tugging on my lips. He’s an attentive lover, in and out of bed.

  Being married to Brad feels like an endless honeymoon. Is that how it was for Brenda? I answer my own question. Obviously not. She ran away with another man. Feelings of insecurity come over me. Is Brad being so sweet to me because of the custody case?

  My body shudders. Brad kisses my shoulder.

  “Our honeymoon won’t end,” Brad says as if he can read my thoughts. “Are you cold?”

  “No,” I tell him.

  He runs a hand down the length of my body and rests it on my hip. His hands are big and strong, and his touch makes my body tingle. I push away the negative thoughts. I’m going to enjoy what we have for as long as I can. With that, I turn to face him and drape my hand around his waist.

  He gently smooths my hair back. “You’re so beautiful.”

  “Thank you,” I whisper back.

  It feels as if we’re alone in the world. Just the two of us. My heart wants to burst from so much emotion. I want to tell him how happy he makes me. How special he is. But I can’t. I don’t want to put any pressure on him. I knew what this was when I went into it. It was not for love or romance. It was to help Brad to continue raising his son and to help Isaac stay with his beloved dad.

  “A penny for your thoughts,” Brad says.

  “Mmmm.” I make thinking sounds while formulating an answer. “I’m thinking about how much I love being on a honeymoon with you.”

  My hand drops to his muscular ass, and I caress it. He kisses my forehead in response. As I explore his ass and leg muscles, I feel Brad’s cock pushing against my thigh.

  “Make some space here,” he says and raises my left leg. He arranges his growing cock next to my pussy and returns my leg to its earlier position.

  “That feels good,” I say.

  “And this?” Brad says and makes soft thrusts. His cock rubs my clit lightly, evoking a wave of desire.

  “Better,” I say.

  His hand strays to my nipples and idly tweaks them. I play with the hairs on his chest and run my hand over his nipples. Brad inhales sharply. My eyes widen. I hadn’t realized how sensitive his nipples are. I prove my point when they harden as I continue playing with them.

  I nibble his neck and the sensitive area behind his ear.

  “What are you doing?” Brad says in an affected voice. “I’m not complaining, though, on the contrary.”

  “Exploring,” I tell him with a laugh. “I want to know what makes my man moan.” I love saying that. My man. It doesn’t matter that it’s not a permanent arrangement. Right now, he’s my man.

  “Fuck,” Brad says. “Anywhere you touch, kiss or lick makes me moan but fuck…that goes straight to my cock.”

  I chuckle softly and nibble on his ear again. Emboldened, I push him to lie on his back and climb on top of him. I kiss everywhere but his mouth, planting soft kisses and nibbling on his skin. He smells so good. A manly scent.

  He lays flat as I explore his whole body. His stomach is pure muscle as are his thighs. He parts his legs, and I get in between them to continue my exploration. In the semi-darkness, I can see his cock, hard and erect jutting out of his body.

  I plant kisses on his inner thighs, and he lets out deep moans and cups my head. He tries to guide my head to his cock, but I’m having none of that. My aim is to find all his sensitive spots.

  To appease him, I grip his cock with my right hand and pump it while I lick the rest of him.

  Chapter 27

  Brad

  I can’t keep a grin off my face during baseball practice. It’s a good thing that my players are five-year-olds and can’t tell when their coach is distracted. My glance keeps straying to Mila in the stands, one gorgeous leg crossed over the other. Her face is barely visible as she has a hat on, and large sunglasses cover her eyes. My gaze is hungry as I take in her bare thighs. She’s wearing shorts, and on the way to practice, it had taken every ounce of my self-control to keep my hands to myself. We really are on a honeymoon of sorts. All I want is to hold my wife and to hear her scream my name.

  “Coach?” a small voice says, and I reluctantly bring my attention back to practice.

  “That was pure torture,” I confide in Mila afterward as we head for the car.

  “What was?” she asks innocently.

  I grin. “You knew when you wore those shorts that fucking you was all I was going to think about.”

  Mila glances around us. “Shhh someone might hear you.”

  I laugh at her embarrassment. There’s no one to hear me. Isaac is way in front, and all the other kids have been picked up. To make Mila even more uncomfortable, I reach out and pinch her ass.

  “Stop it,” she says, but her voice is laughing.

  “How about a shower when we get home?” I ask her.

  “I’d like that,” Mila says.

  “It’s a deal.” I’ve become like a horny teenager. All I can think of is sex with my wife.

  She is right. It does feel like we’re on a honeymoon. As soon as we get home, I help Isaac with his shower and then make sure that he’ll be busy for the next half an hour. The sound of the shower running hits me when I enter our bedroom.

  I quickly strip off and enter the bathroom. The steam is everywhere, and I can barely make out Mila’s naked form in the shower cubicle. Her soft laughter surrounds me.

  “Where are you?” Before I finish the sentence, Mila comes into my arms, and I wrap my hands around her wet form.

  We stand in the shower, kissing. She tastes of cleanliness and sweetness. I nibble her lower lip and bite it softly. My hard erect cock pushes into her stomach. My hands drop, and I cup her beautiful curvy ass cheeks. After I’ve had my fill of her ass, I raise my hands to her big tits to cup them. I palm her nipples, which are already hard pebbles. Mila is the most responsive woman I have ever met. I like to think that she only responds so eagerly to my touch and no one else.

  I break the kiss and bend my head to suck her nipples. I flick them with my tongue and shower tender kisses on them. Mila moans softly and arches her chest.

  “I want you so badly, Mila,” I tell her as I slide a finger between her legs.

  I grin at the wetness in her pussy.

  “Then have me,” she says.

  I prop her against the wall and then lift her, using my body to give her support. She grabs my cock and guides it to her entrance and then wraps her legs around my waist.

  I gasp as my cock spears her and disappears into the warmth of her pussy. How is it that sex with Mila can feel so fantastic every fucking time? It feels as if it’s the first time my cock has tasted her pussy.

  Guttural noises escape my mouth, and I close my eyes as I luxuriate in her sweet warmth. We move in sync, like lovers who have decades under their belt. I want this woman forever. It will be difficult to convince her, but I will have to. I can’t lose her.

  “This feels so good, please don’t stop,” Mila cries.

  “No chance, babe,” I tell her as I thrust deeply into her.

  Mila calls my name over and over again.

  “You look so hot, with your tits bouncing like that,” I tell her.

  I kiss her on the mouth, and our tongues dance together. Our lips break apart as a frenzy of need comes over me. I readjust her hips and renew my thrusts.

  “Oh, yes!” Mila screams. “Fuck yeah.”

  My concentration is complete as I fuck her hard and quick.

  “I’m going to come,” she screams, throwing her head back.

  Two more thrusts and she throws her head back. “Oh yes,” she says over and over again.

  Before she finishes coming, I withdraw my cock and gently lower her to the floor.

 
“Brad?”

  I grin at the confusion in her voice. Before she can protest further, I go down on my knees, part her legs, and give her pussy a sweeping lick. She screams and bunches my hair.

  One more lick and her pussy gushes out more juices. I lick every drop, drinking it as if its life-saving water. She shudders and twists, but I don’t stop eating her pussy.

  I get to my feet and hold her tight.

  “My turn,” Mila says after a moment, and she drops to her feet.

  Without any ceremony, my cock is in her mouth. Her hands dig into my ass as I thrust into her mouth. Then one hand cups my balls and squeezes. That’s all it takes, and I lose all my self-control.

  “I’m coming, babe,” I tell her.

  She grunts in response as hot cum spills into her mouth. She swallows every drop.

  “You make me cum as fast as a horny teenager,” I tell Mila as we wash each other under the running shower. “You’re a sex vixen.”

  “I like being your sex vixen,” Mila says.

  “I love your curves,” I tell Mila as I soap her arms and then her tits. I linger in them, caressing the sides before returning to the nipples. I thumb her nipples and enjoy watching them respond to my touch.

  “My curves love you,” Mila laughingly says.

  Mila’s hands skim my chest as she slathers it with shower gel. I rub circles on her tummy before pouring a dollop of shower gel into my hand.

  “Legs apart,” I tell her, and she obeys. I rub the shower gel over her pussy and clean it with one finger.

  “Fuck, Brad, you’re not being fair,” Mila says. “You’re not washing.”

  “I am,” I protest. “It’s just that I can’t reach the folds properly.”

  “How can I help?” Mila’s words come out like a moan as I stroke her swollen clit.

  “Maybe turn around.”

  She turns around, and I soap her back, running my hands over the contours of her back and ass. I run a single finger down her crack, all the way to her pussy. Then she does something that makes all my blood drop down to my cock. She bends over and touches the floor with her hands.