I told my mind to shut up and just enjoy it.
Brandon was devoting a lot of attention to my nipples while his thumb stroked inside my panties, coaxing forth a damp response. “That feels good,” I murmured, aware I was letting him do the heavy lifting. I could be a more active participant, but it felt amazing just to be… tended to. “You turn me on so much.”
I wasn’t sure what I had been expecting but it wasn’t Brandon pulling back and wiping his bottom lip. The sudden removal of his body from my personal space had me aware how naked I was compared to him. “Tell me you’re taking off your pants,” I said, putting a heel on the wall and arching my back, arms at my sides. I knew how to show off what I had to full advantage.
“In a minute,” he said.
Before I could question why, Brandon was down on his knees in front of me. He kissed my navel, my inner thigh, then the other, sliding his tongue behind his trail of kisses. Then he eased my panties down until they fell of their own accord around my ankles. He leaned in, with a hovering, maddening tease, while I moved my hips, trying to encourage him. I could feel the hot exhale of his breath and I wanted nothing more than for him to touch me.
“Brandon,” I whispered. “Please.”
“Shh, in a second. I just want to feel you, drink you in.”
Where had this guy come from? He wasn’t like any man I’d ever been with. Maybe that said a lot about the crash-and-grab guys I had dated, but it said a lot about Brandon too. He didn’t need to rush.
His hands ran over my hips, his thumbs stroking the sensitive skin on my inner thighs as he pressed a soft kiss on my clit. I shivered.
“Brandon,” I repeated. “It’s been a second.”
He didn’t respond, just drove into me with the world’s most talented tongue.
Yes. I had thought something more along the lines of him pushing me into my bedroom and going from there. Instead, he had just dropped and was doing amazing, torturous, fantastic, sinful things to me with his mouth. I gripped the back of his head, needing to hold on to something as my legs buckled a little.
He was skillfully teasing over my clit, and down deep inside me, then back again. The cool air of my apartment should have made me cold, but I felt hot from the inside out. My nipples were tight, my skin heated. Goosebumps rose when he gently sucked on my clit. I gasped and tried to breathe.
“I’m going to—
I didn’t even get to finish my sentence before I was getting swept away by a tight, powerful orgasm.
“Oh,” I breathed as I held on to him.
He gripped my hips harder, big hands digging in, and he didn’t break his rhythm with his tongue, finishing me off.
As the waves of pleasure receded, I pushed him away, needing breathing room to recover. “Damn. I think I needed that,” I said.
He laughed softly, easing back. He brushed his hand over my sex and I shivered. Then he stood up, wiping his bottom lip. His eyes were filled with desire and I could see his cock was hard in his jeans.
The wall was holding me up otherwise I might have puddled onto the floor. It was a good thing I was used to wearing heels. I ran my fingers through my hair, breathing deeply. “I told you that you’re overdressed,” I said.
“You’re one hundred percent correct.” He toed off his shoes, then undid his jeans and shoved them down. He reached down and pulled his feet out and removed his socks. “Have I told you that you’re gorgeous?”
“Maybe once but I wouldn’t object to hearing it again.”
“You are drop-dead gorgeous.” He reached out and ran one finger over my shoulder and down my arm. “Leave those heels on. Please.”
“Sure. You’d be amazed what I can do in heels.”
“I can’t wait to find out.”
Then Brandon shocked the hell out of me by putting a hand under my ass. “Come here.” He hauled me forward and scooped me into his arms.
“I can walk,” I said, even as I felt an insanely feminine satisfaction at being picked up. As a tall girl, it wasn’t an easy feat to handle someone as leggy as me, but he did it with ease.
“I just wanted an excuse to touch you.” He stepped the whopping three feet to my bedroom.
The room was too small for anything other than my bed. The door didn’t even close because the bed pressed against it. So Brandon had an easy task. He just strolled up to my bed and laid me out on it. I hadn’t even made it, so I was deposited onto a messy comforter.
“I should have made my bed,” I said, running my hand over bunched fabric.
“We would have just destroyed it anyway,” he said, standing between my legs.
He was wearing black boxer briefs, and even though the room was dark, the light from the kitchen creating a shadow behind him, I could still see the outline of his impressive cock. The size of his hands hadn’t been a tease. He was proportionate.
Knowing he was having a fantasy about my heels, I wanted to give him what he wanted. Raising my feet up onto the bed, knees in the air, I turned my legs to the right to display the shoes. I shifted my arms up over my head. “So you like these heels?”
“I like the heels,” he said. “But I liked your legs apart even better.”
I laughed. “Typical.”
Brandon was pushing down his boxer briefs and I decided to tease him. I turned my left knee out, giving him a glimpse of my pussy. He reached for me. Then I shifted it back, blocking his touch.
“Very funny,” he said.
I opened my knee again. He reached. I closed.
“Seriously?”
Shrugging, I did it a third time. This time he almost got a hand between my legs, but I was faster. I crossed my leg over the other, bouncing my foot up and down. “I’m showing off my heels.”
I was amused at his expression. He looked like he’d just dropped a hundred gold bars into a volcano. Frustrated beyond reason. But also like he was enjoying every single second of it.
“You want to play games? I can play games.”
Uh-oh. I might have roused the beast without meaning to. I shivered in arousal at the low, sexy, teasing tone in his voice. He had a sly little smile on his face that turned me on. I had no clue what he was going to do, but I thought he was about to go alpha on me and just yank my legs apart. But instead he lifted my foot, stripped off my shoe, and tickled my foot.
It was so unexpected that I squawked and tried to rip my foot away from him. “No, stop!” I said, instantly panicking. I was seriously ticklish. The kind of ticklish where if it goes on too long, you feel like you might throw up. Painfully ticklish.
“What’s the magic word?”
There was a magic word? My mind went blank as I laughed and wheezed and kicked my foot frantically trying to get him to let me go. “High heels?”
“What? No.” Brandon briefly paused in his torture. “I was thinking something more obvious.”
“Please?”
“Nope.”
“Sex?” My abs were started to hurt from my tightening them in panic. “Pussy? Fuck me hard?”
Brandon loosened his grip on my foot and I yanked it away. I accidentally kicked him in the chin. He shook his head a little.
“Sorry.”
“Damn, no, that’s on me. Now we’ve both taken one to the chin tonight.” He shifted onto the bed as I scrambled back away from him. “I lost my train of thought once you started talking. Fuck me hard was not the magic words but that was hotter than hell coming out of your mouth. So was pussy.”