Sasha began rocking up to him, and soon she was shattering into a climax. His desire for her was already renewed, and quickly, he donned another condom and pushed inside her once more. He totally invaded her, claiming her like she’d claimed him all those years ago when he first spotted her in the college quad.
She arched into him, opening up, and he gave it to her. Deeper, harder, faster, longer.
They slept for a couple of hours, entwined in each other’s arms, but Sasha didn’t let him sleep long. She was determined to seize every second the anonymity of darkness brought her. So while Brandon slept, she reached out to touch him again. She curled her fingers around his steel-hard shaft. She loved the way he filled her hand and how hot he felt against her palm.
She continued running her hands up and down his erection until he was moaning and quickly awoke. Brandon tilted his hips upward in quiet supplication, and Sasha understood what he wanted. She leaned forward and licked the tip of the head. Pearly liquid had formed, and she flicked her tongue to taste him. Brandon groaned, so she took things a step further and opened her mouth to take all of him inside.
Her head bobbed up and down on his shaft, and Brandon grasped chunks of her curls and held on for dear life as she sucked him first with light pressure and then harder and faster.
“Yes, Sasha, oh yes. Like that, baby,” he groaned.
It thrilled Sasha that she could give Brandon this pleasure, and he loved it even more afterward when she straddled him and rode him hard.
Eventually, he led her to the walk-in shower accentuated with blue mosaic tile and started a soapy massage that ended with him taking her from behind before spinning her around and dropping to his knees so he could focus his attention on the center of her – sucking and licking. She allowed his tongue to delve deeper, seeking the very essence of her, proving she was addicted to the carnal passion between them.
Unbearable heat flooded her and all Sasha could do was toss her head back and give breathless yeses, especially when Brandon rose to his feet and thrust inside her. He slipped his hand beneath her bottom and pulled one leg over his waist to widen her more fully to him. Then they began the sensual dance all over again.
Brandon kept it slow, drawing it out so that every inch of her body craved his. Then he brought the pleasure right back. Her mouth sought his kiss again as the hunger built back up, and then his fingers slid between them and found that most sensitive spot. Sasha screamed, and Brandon gave a loud shout as satisfaction slammed into him.
Sasha lay burrowed deep into his chest, and Brandon had to admit he loved having her warm next to him. During the night, they’d taken liberties which each other that he’d only dreamed of but never expected would happen in his wildest imagination. But now that they had, the desire for more raged inside of him. They’d opened up a chasm, and the hunger was wide and deep within him.
But that wasn’t the only thing because his stomach growled. They’d burned up a lot of calories throughout the night with vigorous sex.
“Is someone hungry?” Sasha said, rubbing the sleep from her eyes as she glanced up at him.
Brandon grinned. “Apparently.”
“I know a great breakfast spot not too far from here. Some might call it a dive, but they make the best French toast.”
“You’re on.”
After showering and getting dressed, Brandon in jeans and a pullover sweater and Sasha in his sweatpants rolled up at the ankle and one of his T-shirts underneath her leather jacket, they were off to the diner.
The host seated them in a small booth, which allowed Brandon plenty of access to stare at Sasha. Her face was free and clear of makeup save for the bright red lipstick she favored. Fresh-faced, she was stunningly beautiful. He wondered if she had any idea.
After the waiter brought them coffee and took their orders, a meat lover’s omelette with a side of pancakes for him and an order of French toast with strawberries for her, Sasha brought up the elephant in the room.
“What time is your flight?”
“Six thirty,” Brandon said, sipping his coffee.
“I could stick around until then.” Her eyes met his over the top of her coffee mug. “If you want.”
“Of course I want. I’d love to spend the day with you.”
She smiled. “I’m glad.”
He sensed she wanted to say more, but she was more reserved than the tigress she’d been hours earlier when she’d taken charge and given him the best blow job of his life. Brandon thought he’d died and gone to heaven. Afterward, she’d slid on top of him and ridden him until they were both gasping for breath.
She eyed him suspiciously. “What’s that smirk for? What are you thinking about?”
He grinned unabashedly. “Just remembering the wee hours of the morning.”
“Oh that.” A blush stung her cheeks, and Brandon smiled because sometimes Sasha wanted everyone to think she was tough and unfeeling but she was more sensitive than most.
“It was incredible,” Brandon praised.
Sasha was about to comment, but the waitress brought their very large breakfast plates, which they consumed rather quickly. A half hour later, they were on their second coffee and Sasha suggested they take the subway to Rockefeller Center, where they could see the Christmas tree and go ice-skating.
“Lead the way,” he said after he paid the tab. On their walk to the subway, Brandon thought about their limited time together. It was already noon and after bopping in and out of stores and skating for a bit, he would have to head back to the hotel to pick up his luggage and go to the airport.
He was hoping before then that he and Sasha could have a serious conversation about what would come next. He knew how he felt, which was that he was half in love with her already, if not fully. He’d never felt this way about another woman and doubted he ever would. He wanted to explore what he and Sasha could have.
Does she want that?
With that question in his head, he followed her to the onsite box office to get ice skating tickets. After gaining access, they walked to the skating hut to rent skates.
“I can’t believe how big your feet are,” Sasha teased when he obtained a size 13 skate. “But I guess I shouldn’t be surprised after what I had to work with last night.”
“Sasha Bennett!” Brandon laughed and glanced around to make sure no one overheard her.
“What?” She grinned, her smile completely deadpan.
After donning their skates, they joined the public fray and skated onto the ice. It was a busy day with lots of couples and families out for New Year’s. It made Brandon wish he and Sasha were official.
Officially a couple.
He didn’t want to spoil their remaining time, so he attempted a figure-skating move that promptly had him falling on his ass. Sasha laughed, but he could see that her smile was strained. Time was winding down before his flight to his next book tour stop, and they were going to have to have a hard conversation.