“What did you say?” he all but growled, shifting on the couch, as if he needed to be closer to me.
I felt heightened, ultra-sensitive, needing Braxton more than I ever needed him before.
“I’m done waiting,” I whispered, my voice so breathy yet loud enough he heard, because he growled low again. His head dipped, his eyes trained on me. In that moment, he looked like an animal who was seconds away from tearing me apart.
He stared into my eyes for a suspended moment, the words I’d spoken moving between us, heating further… accelerating.
I meant them. I wanted them. I need them to become reality.
“Braxton.” I said his name before I could stop myself. Before I knew what was happening, Braxton slid his hand behind my head, pulled me closer, and groaned before bending down and claiming my mouth once again.
I felt his muscles against my softness and moaned against his mouth, never before having been kissed like this, never before wanting to be devoured until this very moment.
That’s a lie. I’ve wanted Braxton to devour me like he was starving for only me… for his entire life.
Braxton stroked my lips with his tongue, and I opened for him instantly, accepting him completely. My hands were on his biceps before I knew what I was doing and clenched and unclenched my fingers against his bulging muscles. God. He’s so hard. So… male.
I moaned, and he swallowed it whole, urging more from me. I became a fiend for him, this whole other person rising up in me. I licked at his lips, sucked at his tongue, and gave as passionately to him as he did to me.
Any and all thoughts that we should stop, that we should go slow, never even stuck in my mind, didn’t even seem realistic.
After long seconds, Braxton pulled back, not speaking, but breathing just as hard as me, searching my face with his eyes as if he was trying to find out my deepest secrets. I felt on display for this man, felt so vulnerable and bare… and it felt good.
“Amelia,” he breathed low, slowly… thoroughly. “I want you so badly. I’ve wanted you for so long. So. Long.” He was kissing me again, groaning even more, even deeper. “And I want you to say you want me too, Amelia,” he said against my mouth.
“Don’t stop.” This was exciting, exhilarating, and I didn’t want it to end until I was a trembling mess for Braxton, until he showed me what I’d been missing this whole time.
“I am going to have every part of you, going to make you only want me.”
“I already only want you,” I said without thought, without hesitation.
He leaned back an inch but still had his hand behind my head, keeping me close. The feeling of his fingers tunneled in my hair set my cells on fire with awareness. I could sense this powerful dominance in him, one that he kept a tight leash on.
I wanted it free.
I melted against him, loved that he held me so tightly, so thoroughly. He rested his forehead against mine, this part of him appearing like he’d break right open in this moment. His emotions almost made him seem vulnerable in their intensity.
“I want you. I want all of you,” he said, his warm, sweet-smelling breath moving along my lips. When he pulled back, it was only enough that he could stare into my eyes. “But I won’t let you go. I won’t be able to walk away.”
His words were… centered, true, and determined. I heard the certainty in them. I felt the finality in them.
I want that.
“Then be with me.” I was the one to take action now, to rise up and kiss him, to stroke my tongue along his mouth.
“Amelia,” he groaned, and it was so sexy, so rough. With his hand tangled in my hair now, he used the leverage to pull my head back gently, then just stared at me, my neck exposed, my mouth parted, this pressure in my skull making my arousal rise.
He kissed and sucked at my throat, ran his tongue up the length of my neck, and then stopped at my pulse point. I was wet, so soaked my panties were saturated, sticking to the sensitive, intimate lips of my pussy. I tingled between my thighs, feelings and sensations I’d never experienced before exploding inside me and growing stronger the longer Braxton touched me.
I was light as air, easily able to float away. But Braxton was the only thing holding me down, keeping me stationed. A shift in my surroundings alerted me to the fact that he hauled me up and over his lap. I was now straddled over him, my legs on either side of his jean-clad thighs, his mouth still on my throat, his tongue lavishing attention at my pulse point.
He was breathing heavily as he used a hand on my hip to push me down at the same time he lifted his lower half slightly up, pushing his erection between my thighs. I gasped at the feel of him, at the size of him. A fresh gush of wetness left me, and I let my head fall back on my neck as I closed my eyes and got lost in the incredible sensations taking over my body.
He lifted his hips up at the same time he pulled me down, over and over, this steady motion that had me growing bolder in my need to ease this ache between my thighs.
I had my hands on his shoulders to steady myself, and when he pulled me down on his erection again, I started rocking, a light motion, a gentle back and forth at first.
“Fuck,” he cursed low and rested his forehead on my shoulder, his hand clenching around my hip. “Fuuuck.”
He was so big and so hard for me. For. Me. Because of me.
“Baby,” he grunted when I rocked my hips along his massive length. “I’m going to come if we keep this up.” He groaned. “But I don’t want you to fucking stop.” His fingers dug into my hips with bruising force, and I loved it.
God, had I ever been this wet before? No. Never.
When Braxton lifted his head, I knew I had to have this drugged-out look on my face. I felt high as a kite.
He was the one to kiss me again at the same time I rocked against him, over and over again, using the leverage he had on my hips to quicken my pace so I was moving back and forth in tandem.
God, I wanted more, wanted to be the outlet for his need. Wanted him to be mine.
Braxton held my face in his hands, tilted my head to the side, and stroked my lips with his tongue, really going in deep, penetrating me. “Staying away is too damn hard.”
I let my head fall back on my neck slightly, closed my eyes, and loved when he started stroking my jaw with his thumbs. This growl of need left him. I opened my eyes and saw the raw need reflected back at me.
He stared down at me for a few seconds, almost like he was struggling with himself on what he should do, but I didn’t wait for him to say anything. I knew what I wanted.
Him.
I knew what he wanted.
Me.
And I was ready to make that happen for both of us.
I climbed off him and watched as he looked up at me with so much hunger it sucked the air from the room, as if he were fire needing all the oxygen to survive.
And I was that oxygen.
I said nothing as I held my hand out, felt him slip it into mine, and then I was leading him down the short hallway to my bedroom. I was proud I was actually able to walk normal, that my knees weren’t so liquid I wasn’t even able to stand fully.
Once in the room, I turned to face him and watched as he reached behind him and slowly closed the door, his eyes locked right on me.
We said nothing for long moments, but we didn’t need to speak the same language to know what happened next.
I said nothing as I undressed for him, and that’s exactly what I was doing. Getting naked for the man I loved. I was slow with my movements, teasing him so his blood was burning just as wildly as mine was.