His breath fanned her bare abdomen, the scruff on his chin chafing her skin as he rubbed it in circles. “What’s this tattoo for?” he mumbled against her.
“Later I’ll give you a tour of my tattoos, but right now I want to feel your skin against mine. Please, Braden,” she begged.
He sat up and straddled her. For what seemed like an eternity, their gazes locked until he dragged his black T-shirt over his head and threw it to the floor. Her mouth actually began to water as she inspected the hard muscular planes of his chest.
“Can I touch you?” she asked.
“I’m all yours,” he answered with a playful glint in his eye.
She walked her hands up from his belly to his chest, through the dark curly hair between his flat brown nipples then back down, following the sprinkling of hair like a path leading her exploration lower and lower. He sucked in air as she brushed her knuckles over the top edge of his boxers. Interpreting his reaction as acquiescence, she gave him a wicked smile and slid her fingers below the waistband, feeling the course hairs and the tip of his cock. At his groan, she yanked down his shorts and grabbed his waist, pulling him down on top of her then rolling him over to finish stripping him of his clothes.
She traced his six-pack, marveling at the muscles rippling at her touch. His face looked strained, but he kept his hands in a fist to prevent himself from touching her. She hadn’t told him not to touch her, but she appreciated having a moment to drive him as crazy as he’d driven her. Her fingers wandered south. His eyes darkened to the point they appeared almost black, and his chest rose and fell more quickly. Pleased with her progress, she scooted down his body to sit on his thighs.
She stared at his cock for a moment then looked up at him and smiled. Knowing her intention, he groaned even before she took his hard length into her mouth. She curled her tongue over the tip and sucked him further inside.
His hand cradled the back of her head, his fingers clinging to her hair as if it were a lifeline. He was obviously trying to stay gentle with her, but she wanted him to forget and give himself over to her.
His size increased in her mouth and the veins of his cock pulsated against her tongue. She sensed he was close and tightened the suction.
“Lola, honey, you’ve got to stop.” He gripped her chin and pulled her off then dragged her up his body with both hands.
“You didn’t like it?” she asked, puzzled and a bit disappointed.
“Uh, of course I liked it. What’s not to like about the sexiest woman alive taking my dick into her mouth?” he responded, his crude words making her even wetter between her legs. “But I don’t want to come until I’m deep inside your pussy.” He kissed the palm of her hand. “Are you ready for me?”
She swallowed and tried to find the right words, but nothing sounded appropriate for the situation, so she gave him a small nod, tugged down her pants, and turned around to pull them off. Completely nude, she felt the heat of his stare on the back of her neck.
He came up to sit behind her, and she shivered as he rained light kisses down the length of her spine. His hand skirted around her hip and delved between her drenched folds, testing her readiness. Discovering she was more than ready, he pressed her back into the mattress then opened his nightstand drawer.
With a sigh, she watched the erotic sight of Braden unrolling a condom over his penis and her pussy fluttered in anticipation. He eyed her hungrily, coming down on top of her, his heavy weight a welcome delight. She wrapped her legs around him and he slid inside, stretching her, filling her, completing her.
Had she ever felt so good? She couldn’t remember sex ever electrifying her from the inside out, setting all her nerve endings on fire. With no buildup at all, she teetered on the edge of release, the slide of him overwhelming her senses. Her heart drummed to a staccato beat and her pulse rushed in her ears as he thrust over and over, his hips moving in small circles directly on her clitoris.
He whispered raunchy, sexy words in her ear about all the things he was going to do to her and she was going to do to him. She only processed a few words, but what she did hear excited her and heightened the tension deep in her core. With a small nip of his teeth on her nipple, she flew over the edge, left the ballpark, and toured outer space before landing back in bed with Braden who’d stopped moving and gazed down at her.
“Fucking beautiful,” he said, shaking his head and kissing her gently on the mouth. “One more,” he demanded as he resumed moving inside her.
She relaxed her head on the pillow and decided she didn’t want to disappoint him.