“Braxton.” He’s already building me up. This time, there’s no stopping. My body is in the throes of passion, my body quivering, and then I feel it.
“Oh!” The words I have on the tip of my tongue are taken from me as I fall more on top of him. The orgasm he is giving me is so powerful that my lower body becomes completely and utterly boneless.
He gives me one last lick across my sensitive clit before moving out from underneath me. I’m still just lying there when he says, “Goddamn, that’s a beautiful sight.” I’m already imagining what he could see that’s so beautiful when he states, “My woman is worn out, and I did that.” Braxton may as well be thumping on his chest like he’s a damn alpha warrior.
“Hush,” I mumble, but my words are completely stilted when I see him standing there, naked, precum dripping from his length.
“Rowen, you ready to be mine?” he questions. I watch as his hand wipes the desire off his chin, not even bothered by it, but Braxton doesn’t stop there. Oh no. He takes that same hand that’s now coated with my desire and fists his hard cock. A whimper builds up inside me, causing me to get back on my hands and knees to move towards him when he grunts, “Show me, siren. I want to see every bare inch of your sweet-as-sin body.” I roll over, plant my feet on the mattress, and spread my legs. The only thing on my body is something he gave me and what I had inked on my body to brand him on me. From the feather necklace he gave me, the piercing in my navel that’s gold in color, but the jewel is reminiscent of his eyes, and the last thing that I branded to my lower hip, a feather. When I looked up the meaning, it couldn’t have been more perfect. It signifies a connection between yourself and the person who gave it to you, trust, honor, and wisdom.
“I’m ready for you to make me yours, Braxton.”
“Rowen, you’re already mine. You have to know that now more than ever.” The way his head tips to the side, giving me a smile, I know is only meant for me. It’s made this wait beyond worth it.
“I do, so much.” He walks towards me. Tonight may be somewhat painful, but I couldn’t be happier that it’s happening between the two of us.TwelveBraxtonI want nothing more than to sink into Rowen’s tight heat and fucking my cum deep inside her. There’s one thing stopping me, though, and that’s knowing this is her first time. There’s no way I’m going to take it fast. Not her first time at least.
Her skin is fair in its ivory complexion, soft and silky compared to my dark and work-roughened hands touching her. We have so many obstacles that could be going against us, our age difference, Bridger and his bullshit, the fact that I think she deserves way more than me but held on to her just the same. It does nothing but solidify Rowen was made for me and I for her.
“Rowen.” Her name is like an affirmation coming from the depth of my very being.
“Braxton.” The slow exhale of her breath tells me she needs this, much like I do. I drag the backs of my hands up her legs until I see and feel her body shiver. “I want you right where I place you. No matter what I do, this is going to hurt, but I promise with everything that I have, I’ll be as gentle as possible. Okay?”
The nod of her head isn’t enough for me. “I need words, siren.”
“Okay, Brax.” I grab her hips, pulling her closer to the edge of the bed, until my cock is lying on her cunt. I want her nice and wet before I even think about taking her virginity, but seeing the way she listens to me, her body relaxed, it’s enough to make me want to come all over her bare pussy and that tattoo, fuck, what that tattoo does to me every time I see it.
“Damn, Rowen,” I groan when I slide my cock through the lips of her cunt.
“It feels so good.” She tips her head up, moving so her elbows help prop her up and she can see exactly what I’m doing to her.
“You like watching, don’t you?” I ask. She doesn’t shy away from my question.
“Look at us. How can I not? Our bodies, it’s like we’re made for one another.” With that last statement, I know the time has come, and I’m ready to give her what we’ve both been begging for.
I move my cock to her entrance, then throw her legs over my shoulders, lean down, and grasp her hips to keep her steady. The way Rowen moves during the throes of pleasure, I know she may do something like lift up and impale herself, which will only cause her more pain.