“I know.” He nuzzled my neck. “You’ve ruined me. Nothing could ever be as good as this.”
He was so damn gorgeous. The light sheen of sweat glistening over his taut muscles had my core tightening around him.
Brandon hissed. “Christ, Sage, if you keep gripping my cock like that, I won’t last.”
With a sly grin, I clenched around him again, then kissed him hard, taking his bottom lip between my teeth and biting down firmly.
His eyes widened in surprise before they narrowed. “Are you trying to test me?”
“I think you’re lying. I think you can last.” Only because Brandon did everything skillfully, and I doubted this would be an exception.
“Maybe you underestimate how much you turn me on.”
But I was right. He did last, even as he took up an unrelenting pace. And I’d known he would because he was far too generous to leave me wanting.
Our bodies moved in sync, hips coming together, Brandon’s pelvis shifting against me and creating the perfect amount of friction to ignite my oversensitive bundle of nerves.
“I’m burning up.” I panted, so close to release it was almost unbearable.
“I’ll get you there, baby. I’ve got you, always.”
And he did have me. In every way that mattered. He moved faster and thrust harder. The overwhelming sensation heightened until I cried out, my body lost to shuddering pulses.
True to his words, Brandon watched my face as I rode out wave after wave of bliss, eyes on him the entire time. “Fucking magnificent,” he said, driving into me while holding me tight in his arms. As though spurred on by my pleasure, his movements became frantic, his growl deeper, and moments later, he found his own release.
I kissed him and wrapped my arms around his neck, determined to hang on to him not only for tonight, but for as long as fate allowed it.