Gilded Cage

His palms enveloped her flesh in a perfect fit as if that part of her body was made just for that very purpose, for his pleasure. He kneaded her breasts, gently at first, then he seemed as if he couldn’t stop himself from showing her how much power he had over her.

She loved it. She loved everything tha

t he did to her.

“Good?”

Lillian nodded.

Brandon found her nipples and rolled the hard nubs with his fingers. “Like it?”

Lillian wanted to melt in an instant. “Oh.” She squirmed. Deep drawing pleasure thrummed from her nipples straight to her centre, making her pussy even wetter with desire.

“Lillian, you’re so sweet. I want to nibble every inch of you.” As if inspired by his words, Brandon leaned over and took one nipple into his mouth.

“Brandon!”

Her heart pounded in her throat. Lillian instinctively clawed at his shoulders and writhed. The pleasure. So wickedly good. God. He sucked her hard, trapping her nipple between his tongue and the roof his mouth. She quivered, feeling as if the last strand of her sanity was dangling from a thin thread. His mouth felt so hot. She was burning up when the tip of his tongue circled the peak of her nipple. He continued to suck her as if his life depended on it.

“Bran…”

He popped her nipple out of his mouth and took her unmolested one.

“…don!” Her scream evaporated in her throat. Her spine kinked as she arched back in pleasure. She shut her eyes, and still she could see the kaleidoscope of pleasure painted before her. So wondrously sinful. How could this be possible? Did sex always feel this good? What else didn’t she know?

She had to discover everything.

He released her nipple and buried his face in her cleavage, filling his lungs with her scent as if he couldn’t get enough of everything she had to offer. “Sweet Lillian.” Brandon groped her thighs. One of his hands slipped on her pussy. He groaned with delight to find her very wet. “Straddle me, babe. I want to see you…”

Babe. She liked the way he called her, “Babe.” Intimate. Seductive. Passionate as if he acknowledged she was his lover. Giddy, Lillian did what he asked. She wedged her legs beside his thighs and settled in his lap. Her bare sex pressed against his groin. Lillian could feel him, his bulging erection. Hard and unsated. Even the thick fabric of his jeans couldn’t hide the fact that he was as excited as she was. Did all men always feel this hard when they got aroused? Lillian was curious. She groped him and squeezed his erection.

Goodness. His cock twitched.

“Fuck,” he panted. “What are you trying to do? Make me come faster?”

“You don’t want that?”

Brandon laughed. “With you…no. Hell no. I want to savour every moment with you, make tonight last forever.”

His words made her shiver. God, she felt the same way. It was her wedding night after all, and she was glad she had ended up with him, the man of her dream.

He grabbed her hands and placed them on his shoulders. “Be still, my heart. I want to show you something.”

Ooh. “What’s that?”

“Close your eyes.”

She didn’t want to because she hated to miss anything, but the tone in his voice dictated he didn’t like being disobeyed. Lillian closed her eyes. Her breathing was sparse. She couldn’t contain the excitement she was feeling.

Deprived from her sight, her other senses sharpened. She noticed the way he breathed, laboured as if he was restraining himself from ravishing her, of which she didn’t mind at all. And the sounds he made, low rasps of desire, feral, as if she was one true delight he couldn’t wait to sink his teeth into, which also, she didn’t mind considering how treacherous his mouth was when he sucked and marked her nipples.

Brandon drew a sharp inhalation as he ran his hands from her thighs to her pussy. “Your skin’s so soft. I love it.” One of his arms curled around her waist, securing her while the other cupped her wet mound. “Blonde,” he remarked.

A heartbeat later, it registered into her brain that Brandon was talking about her pubis.

“You’re so unreal, babe…”

Lillian went all bubbly inside. “Bran…”