I smile. “You don’t have to become a criminal for me. I took care of it myself. Or I at least began the journey.”
“I’ve said it before. You’re an amazing woman, Skye.”
“And you’re an amazing man. What you’ve accomplished is beyond the scope of what most people can even imagine. You pulled yourself up by your bootstraps, without any help, and you made it to the top. You’re incredible.”
His facial muscles tense. Just a little, but I notice. Have I upset him?
He softens again within a few seconds, thumbing my lower lip. “God, this mouth.”
Then his lips are on mine, his tongue delving between them. The kiss is firm and drugging, and I ache for more, more, more…
As if reading my mind, he reaches down and pushes my shirt up over my breasts. He squeezes one, finding the nipple over the fabric of my bra and tantalizing it with his fingertips.
Images flow into my mind. Our lovemaking in Kansas. Our initial scene at the Black Rose Underground. Our first time together at his place. Mere weeks ago, yet it seems like a lifetime has passed since then.
He releases my breast and trails his hand downward, unbuttoning my jeans. Then his fingers are inside my underpants, toying with my folds.
He breaks the kiss and gasps in a breath. “Fuck, you’re so wet. So wet for me.”
“Always,” I breathe.
“Need to taste you.” He pulls my jeans off my legs and then discards my panties as well. He spreads my legs and then stares between them. “Your pussy lips are swollen and pink. So beautiful. I’m going to eat you, Skye. I’m going to eat you until you beg me to stop.”
I close my eyes as he swipes his tongue over my opening. He moves away for a moment and nibbles and sucks on my inner thigh.
I moan softly, my eyes still closed.
“Open your eyes,” Braden says. “Watch me eat you.”
I open them and meet his burning blue gaze. He’s on fire—on fire as I am. I want his mouth on me. On my pussy. On all of me.
“Keep those gorgeous eyes open,” Braden commands. “Don’t take them off mine.”
He buries his face between my legs, his lips and mouth touching all of me at once. My own fingers trail to my breasts, first cupping them and then probing the nipples covered by my bra. They’re hard. Hard and taut and they want their freedom. I hastily lift my bra up, exposing them.
Braden lets go of my clit. “I fucking love your tits. Play with them, baby. Play with them while I eat your pussy.”
I twirl my fingers around my nipples, giving them only a slight touch. Teasing myself, because I want my focus on Braden’s lips between my legs, but when I give one nipple a pinch, an arrow of current surges through me.
I close my eyes on a moan.
He stops licking me. “Open those eyes, damn it.”
His rich, commanding voice sears into me. My eyes pop open nearly of their own accord. This is the power he possesses. All the power. And I’m good with it. So good with it.
“Don’t close them again, Skye. You won’t like the result.”
No orgasm. That will be the result. Damn him! Except I love him so much. I love the power he has over me. I love his commands, his darkness, his control.
I love it all.
I must be on fire. Invisible flames encircle me, make me hot. Chain me to this couch, to Braden. I never want to be free from his control and his lips and those blazing blue eyes burning into me.
He sucks at my clit, and already I’m running toward the peak, the precipice, that paradise that exists only in my climactic haze. A finger fills me. Then another, and I jump. I fucking jump into the abyss where nothing exists except Braden and me and our love. The orgasm radiates through me, up into my abdomen and then my chest. Soon my body is trembling all over, and I squeeze my nipples harder. Harder, until the pain bursts through me like a skyrocket and adds to my pleasure.
“Braden, I’m coming! I’m coming!”
“That’s it. Come. Come for me.”
His fingers continue to tantalize me, moving in and around and finding every crevice that sends me splintering even further.
And all this time, my gaze never wavers from his. Even as I’m whirling through a spiral of physical and emotional sensations, even as the azure of his eyes gives way to torrid blue flames, I keep my eyes locked on his.
Then he’s over me, his cock released, and he’s inside me, pumping.
He fills me, completes me, makes me whole, and as he fucks me, my orgasm continues to flourish.
“Fuck, Skye,” he says through clenched teeth. “I feel you coming. All over my cock. Your pussy squeezing it. Fuck!”