Oh my God, the rumors were true. He was enormous.
My heart pounded so loud I was positive Brax could hear it. He was so virile, so…naked, and damn, he looked good. My gaze slid from his, over his wide chest, the hard, flat stomach, the happy trail of dark hair that led to his impressive cock. Thick, long, and throbbing.
I swallowed hard.
My breath caught in my throat as he took the steps that separated us and crawled onto the bed. I went on my knees and reached out to him, shocked to find I was trembling. He kissed me slowly, his hands moving down my body one minute, and then pulling my dress up and over my head the next. He lay down, bringing me with him. Laying flat on my back, I watched as he ran a hand over my breasts, his fingers toying with my nipples, making them hard and erect before moving down my stomach, to the elastic band of my white lace thong.
“Beautiful,” he said, kissing my navel as he pulled the thong down my legs, kissing my thighs, knees, shins, and feet before flinging the underwear aside.
When he looked at me in that thick-lashed, slit-eyed way that promised great things ahead, my excitement took on a fever pitch.
He crawled up my body, covering me with his hard length, his cock pressed against my hot core as he smiled down at me. “You have no idea how long I’ve waited for this,” he said, kissing me again with a gentleness that surprised me.
Impatient, I ran my hands over his hard back, my nails lightly grazing the skin of his broad shoulders.
Gentle fingers caressed my hard nipples, sending a flush of warmth between my thighs. Waves of sensation rippled through me as his lips left mine, making a path down my throat, to my shoulder, to the tops of my breasts. Taking an already rigid peak into his mouth, he sucked slowly, his tongue laving me, tormenting me. I reached for him, wanting to feel his length in my hand, but couldn’t as he moved further down my body, covering my stomach with kisses, his tongue circling my belly button.
His eyes met mine as he moved lower. Starting with the inside of one thigh and moving all the way down to my foot, he slowly made his way up again, continuing with my other foot, working his way to the insides of my thighs. I swallowed hard, recognizing the wicked gleam in his eyes as his tongue flicked over the very part of me that craved him the most.
“Brax,” I whispered on a moan, urging him to continue. He was relentless, his tongue teasing my clit with such expert skill. I reached up and grabbed hold of the wrought-iron headboard for support. My fingers curled around the hard metal as he sucked, licked, and laved me into a frenzy.
My thighs opened wider, and he slipped his hands beneath my ass, pulling me closer. My stomach tensed as the intensity began, pounding within me, demanding release. Still holding onto the headboard with one hand, I grabbed for him with the other, my fingers fisting his thick hair. I looked down at him. His eyes were closed, his long lashes casting shadows against jutting cheekbones, his sweet, oh-so-skilled mouth and his long tongue sliding over my slick, swollen flesh. It was a memory I would never forget.
Sensing my gaze, he looked up then, his eyes dark and so sexy. The stirring that had started coiled hard, hot, and centered at my core when he stroked my slit yet again with his tongue.
“Oh my God,” I said, lifting my hips against him, my heels digging into the mattress as my climax peaked, my heart and body pounding in rhythm, rocking me, leaving me spinning and spiraling.
When my breathing slowed, I opened my eyes to find Brax once again beside me. He was propped up on one elbow looking down at me, an expression of complete possession on his face.
I would never get tired of that look.
My gaze lowered to his rock-hard cock that rested against my hip. I reached for him, my fingers curling around the length. Satin over steel. I bit my lower lip and bent down to taste him, but he stopped me. “I can’t wait, Mandy. I have to have you now.”
The words surprised me. By his expression, it was obvious he couldn’t wait. He wanted me, and the feeling was mutual.
“Are you on birth control?” he asked, reaching for his nightstand.
“I’m on the pill.”
Kissing me again, he settled between my thighs and rested the tip of his manhood against my wet, hot sex. My hands moved to his hips, pulling him toward me, coaxing him to enter me.