“No, it's wonderful,” I gasped. “I must have a big vagina or something.”
“Not big.” He laughed. “Just accommodating. You’re really tight. Ah, fuck! Really tight. I love it when you do that.”
“Lots of walking – good muscle tone.”
He adjusted his angle and unbelievably it felt even deeper. “Tell me if it's too much like this.”
“Not too much. Fits fine,” I bit out. “You like au natural?” I moaned.
“You must be kidding. The other way is great. But compared to this… like taking a shower in socks.” His breath was coming in short rasps and a sheen of sweat had formed on his skin.
“I like that I’m the first.” I lifted my hips up to meet him as he slid in and out of me, and grabbed on to his beautiful tight ass.
“Me too. And it’s very primal. Like claiming your mate. Marking your territory. Male thing you know?” He had that wonderfully dazed look on his face.
“Mm, I like being claimed. Oh yeah, that’s so deep. It feels so good.”
“Can’t talk much more. No blood left in brain.”
From that point on I just enjoyed watching him watching our bodies join as he thrust into me slowly and deeply, pulling back so far that he almost pulled out and then pushing back in until I had taken every inch of him. He seemed fascinated, almost hypnotized by it and I loved seeing him experience so much pleasure. It still blew my mind that it was my body bringing it to him. Then finally he reached down between us and started stroking my clit, and all the blood left my brain too.
I felt a deep intense orgasm building and I just relaxed and let it happen. An incredibly powerful sensation washed over me and my inner muscles clamped down in the most deliciously gut-wrenching way. Braden started to move faster and faster, pounding into me in such a good way, and within a couple of minutes I felt him go still and then shudder, his breathing audible and ragged.
“Oh, Gabrielle!” He groaned. “I come so hard with you.”
We rested in each other's arms for a while, cuddling and canoodling lazily, and then he suggested we go grab a shower. While in the shower he grabbed me again. While I was able to walk downstairs under my own power, we didn't make it there for another hour. Believe me, there’s nothing like starting out your day with a highly motivated, very physically fit guy in his mid-twenties.
* * *
We got downstairs just before noon and while we had clearly missed breakfast, at least we had a good shot at lunch. Thank God. I was famished. Braden really knew how to work up an appetite. One thing that seemed different this morning, in addition to a very good ache between my legs, was that he seemed to want to be in physical contact with me at all times.
He was continuously touching, holding, stroking and caressing me. We sat for a while with his parents in the parlor while they relayed the plot of the legal thriller they had seen the night before and quizzed us on how realistic it was. All the while Braden held me close to him and played with my hair. Then we wandered into the family room where Beth and Drew were hanging out and listening to music.
“Hey big guy,” Drew said, and something in his voice made Braden’s gaze fly to him. I really should have picked up on that, in retrospect.
Beth told us funny stories about their evening out while Braden held my hand, rubbed my leg, massaged my shoulders and so on. Personally, I loved it. He could touch me as much as he wanted. Finally, Drew said something, though, of course.
“What is it you believe will happen if you actually stop touching Gabrielle for a minute, Braden?” He was watching Braden’s fingers as they stroked the inside of my knee and he almost looked a little flushed.
“I like touching her. Mind your own business.”
“Oh I know that you like touching her, Braden.” He and Braden shared a look that seemed to convey some kind of silent communication. Inner-Gabrielle decided that willful ignorance was sometimes the best choice. “From the way you’re looking at her, I assume that you'll be ready for a “nap” soon,” he said. Drew loved those little finger air quotes. Beth was looking both amused and highly embarrassed as she got up and told us she was going to check on lunch.
“I'll need some food first. “Napping” requires energy,” Braden said quietly, making little finger air quotes of his own.
“You’re definitely a big eater. In fact you’re a wonder. Some of us managed to get out of bed long enough to eat breakfast,” Drew went on undeterred.
“And some of us were “otherwise occupied.”
“You must be hungry too, Gabrielle. Even if you were completely full last night I’m sure you’ve worked up an appetite by now,” Drew said, smiling in a flirty way and giving me a look that suddenly almost erased the four year age difference between him and Braden. Wow, they could have been twins. Hey wait, I knew that look… Inner-Gabrielle decided that denial was also a very convenient tool. The look that Braden was giving his brother seemed to hover between panicked and homicidal.