“Yes,” he growls. “It is. The way you make me feel…”
He trails off again like he did last time. I want to scream at him to finish what he was going to say, that it isn’t fair for him to constantly leave me hungry to know what he has to say.
But then he falls to his knees and slides his hands up my legs, cutting away all logical thought. All I can think about is the sensation of his hands against my thighs, moving higher and higher, my sex flooding with heat and wetness the closer he gets.
“That’s it,” he grunts. “Trimble and moan for me.”
I didn’t even realize I was moaning, but when he points it out, I hear myself. It’s like listening to someone else, somebody way more confident than me.
It’s like my need is controlling my lips.
Another moan escapes me when he roughly pulls down my pants. My panties all tangled up, meaning I’m bottomless when he brutally yanks the bundle past my ankles.
“Fuck.”
He digs his fingers into my thighs and pulls me down the bed. I stare down at his silver head, his eyes aimed at my sex, his shoulders bulging and pulsing like he can barely hold himself back.
“Your pussy is perfect,” he snarls. “Pink and wet and fucking winking at me. I can tell how close you are, Bria.”
I can’t speak, not now, not with all the lust, he’s aiming my way.
Instead, I nod and whimper.
The whimper nearly becomes a scream when he darts forward the heat of his breath brushing over me. He opens his mouth and pushes it against me, his upper lip crushing against my clit and his lower lip grinding against my hole.
He moans deeply as he makes out with my sex, his tongue darting across my lips, moving up to my clit.
He sucks on my clit, pulling it into his mouth.
Starlight explodes across the needy nub, fluttering up and down my thighs, making my toes curl and my thighs start to tremble.
He laughs gruffly, looking up at me with a glistening wet smirk on his face. “So soon, my horny virgin?”
“I… don’t… know…”
My voice is breathy, flooded with gasps, as I struggle to push the words out.
All I can focus on is the rapture, tingling at the edges, waiting for the waves of euphoria to crash into me.
“I know.” He grins like a jackal. “You’re fucking close. I can taste how close you are. And it tastes so good.”
He shoves his face against my pussy again, tongue dragging up one lip and then down the other, pausing to flicker up and down my clit.
Suddenly the flickering gets faster and there’s nothing I can do but give myself to the pleasure, bucking crazily against him, thundering need hammering through me as I grind up and down against his face.
“Oh, oh,” I whimper. “I’m… I’m…”
“Say it,” he snarls, without removing his mouth from my sex. I can feel the passion in the volcanic heat of his breath. “Say. It.”
“I’m going to come.”
On the word come he sucks my clit again, pressing his tongue firmly against it.
I struggle to breathe as the orgasm flares to life deep in my belly, as it throws out countless starry burning hands, and my belly swarms with more pleasure than I’ve ever felt before, than I ever realized it was possible to feel.
Everything gathers deep inside of me as he licks even faster, with furious compulsion in his movements, as though he couldn’t stop now even if he wanted to.
Even if a bomb went off outside, even if the sky fell, even if someone barged in here… I don’t think he could even stop then.
He’s making deep snarling noises as he licks me, like a beast who’s only now able to consume a meal he’s been waiting on forever. He grunts and growls as my sex combusts, as a thousand sensations buzzing through me with the speed and power of…
Destiny, a voice moans from a primal place inside of me. You’re destined to give yourself to this man.
I push away the crazy thought as the last orgiastic pulsations shudder through me, the whole bed squeaking and vibrating as I shiver against him.
Pulsing, I let out a long breath, a choking noise coming from the back of my throat as I struggle to experience all this pleasure, overwhelming and all-consuming.
Braden leans back when I finally stop trembling.
My pussy feels hot, sore. But it’s a good kind of sore.
I didn’t even know that was possible. But it’s a hot and tingly and inviting kind of sore, making me want to experience another wave of everything he has to give, making me want to grind against him with more confidence next time.
But then he stands up, his mouth half-open, gazing down at me as though regret is rushing through him at what we’ve done.