“Are you sure about this?” he asked, begging me with the fire in his eyes to say yes.
How could I ever say no to him?
This broken man was mine.
I was his.
We weren’t perfect, but together we ma
de perfect sense. To me, anyway.
“You are the one thing I am sure about.” His eyes softened as I spoke. “I have absolutely no clue what’s going on with my life. Most days I wake up not knowing how I’ll cope throughout the day. But you… You I get. I want you, Brandon. I want this.”
He leant down to nuzzle into my neck, and I tilted my head for him.
“You never have to feel alone, Harper. You’ve always got me. I’ll always be here. I’m here for you.”
He kissed me gently on my neck, nibbling around my ear and I closed my eyes again. I didn’t realise I was gasping and moaning until I felt him lift his head.
“Those noises you make, they’re such a fucking turn-on,” he said, and then he covered my body with his and his hand grabbed the back of my head, pulling me into a fierce and brutal kiss.
He moaned loudly as he slipped his tongue over mine, his hips grinding into me, showing me exactly how hard he was and how much he wanted this too. Desperate, I clung to him with my hands around his shoulders like he was my lifeline.
I opened my legs and started to wrap them around his waist, but he chuckled and pulled away from our kiss. “Remember what I said about me knowing what you need?”
I nodded.
“Trust me, little warrior. I’ve got you.” He brushed the back of his hand over my cheek and then he smiled. “I’ve always got you.”
He grabbed my leg from around his waist and pulled it off, then sat up. He gave me a brief glance, just to make sure I was okay with everything he was doing, then he lifted the skirt of my dress slowly like he was unwrapping a present. Once my dress was up around my waist, he took a deep breath and hooked his fingers into the sides of my knickers and gently pulled them down my legs. My breathing hitched as I felt how wet I was for him, and how the simple act of him doing this was making me tingle and pant in need.
He dropped my knickers to the floor, never taking his eyes off me, then he pushed my legs open. When he saw me, really saw me for the first time, I swear I heard a growl at the back of his throat.
I reached down to touch myself and he licked his lips and moaned.
“Fuck. You are stunning. I could come just from watching you do that. You don’t get to have all the fun though.” He winked and lowered himself until he was settled with his head between my thighs.
He planted delicate kisses on the inside of each thigh as I used my fingers to circle and stroke myself. Then he lifted my hand out of the way. “I’m guessing that after today there won’t be a single thing in this world that’ll taste as sweet as you do.” Then he pressed his tongue against my clit and he licked me, making my back arch and my head whip back with how amazing it felt.
“Stay still, little warrior,” he commanded, putting a hand on my stomach to keep me in place. Then he pushed my leg up further and licked over and around my clit, sucking it into his mouth and then rubbing his tongue in the most delicious way.
I rocked my hips in time with the pace he had set, my hands fisting the bed clothes beside me. I couldn’t stop myself from crying out as he drove me closer and closer to the edge with every swirl of his tongue. He was bloody good at this, and I begged him not to stop.
He moved further down, piercing me with his tongue and tasting me like I was his last meal and he was a starving man. I grabbed his hair and pulled it hard, needing more but not entirely sure what to do about it. Speech was pointless; all I could do was cry and moan.
He licked back up to my clit and went to work teasing me with his little nibbles and sucks, then I felt his fingers stroking, playing, pushing inside of me and making my moans grow louder, more feral. I was so close I couldn’t cope with the intensity of the build-up. I felt like I wanted to ride his face, but I also wanted to feel him inside me. I needed that connection too.
I was just about to beg for him to fuck me when I suddenly cried out, falling over the edge and exploding with the most powerful orgasm I’d ever had. My legs shook and my body jerked as the spasms went on and on, the ripple effect of the orgasm sending the most exquisite feeling to every inch of my body. Brandon kept suckling, bringing me down from my high and giving a low moan as I whimpered beneath him, panting and dazed, like I’d just drifted down from the clouds. Who knew that my devil, the self-professed demon, could take me to heaven like he just had? If that was what he could do with his tongue then I wasn’t letting him leave this room until I’d enjoyed the full Brandon Mathers experience.
He smiled up at me as I glanced down at him and tried to get my breathing under control. Then he placed a gentle kiss between my legs and said, “Definitely sweeter than the cookies. Maybe next time, we can bring the cookies upstairs and I can eat them out of you.”
He really, truly meant that.
“Oh my God.” I laughed, covering my face with my hand.
“I’m not a messy eater.” He shrugged. “I won’t let any go to waste.”
I just gave him my own cheeky smirk and sat up, pushing my hand against his chest and forcing him to the edge of the bed.