302 Forbidden Ave. (A Cherry Falls Romance)

I was so lost in her, for her. Everything made sense when she was with me.

We kissed for long moments, slow, drugging pulls and nips, licks and sucks of our lips and tongues. I couldn’t get enough. I’ll never get enough.

I kept my hands to myself—relatively enough anyway. I slid the hand holding her chin to her cheek, keeping her in place as I made love to her mouth as slowly and thoroughly as I possibly could. I didn't want this to end. And when she broke away, I swallowed, pulling on all my self-control not to yank her onto my lap, lose the “making love” aspect of kissing, and go right to the “mouth-fucking” part.

“Braxton,” she whimpered and was kissing me again, our bodies so close I was burning alive with my need to part her thighs and bury myself deep inside her.

“I want you,” she moaned against my mouth, our tongues meeting again, pressing together, sliding against the other. We were intimately dueling, the thrusting motions of me pressing into her mouth before retreating, of her following me, needing more, wasn’t lost on me. It was erotic, so fucking erotic.

“We have all the time in the world, Amelia,” I groaned against her mouth and kissed her harder, her breaths coming out in hard pants, ones I inhaled and took into my body. “We don’t have to rush anything.” Fuck, even I heard how pained I sounded as the words left me.

She pulled away, and I gasped, trying to control myself. It was a losing battle. All I could think about was we’d waited so long already, but I still said the words, because she needed them. It may have only been a couple of weeks since we officially started dating, but I wanted Amelia for so long, and she wanted me. I felt like so much time had passed already, but I was a patient man, especially with Amelia.

She held all the power.

10

Amelia

I knew Braxton was it for me. I knew I wanted him to be my first.

Honestly, I want him to be the only man who knows what my body looks like without a stitch of clothing on. I want him to be the only man who knows what I feel like… there.

“I want you to be the only one who knows what my moans sound like.” I felt my eyes widen as that spilled from my mouth before I could stop it. I hadn’t meant to say that out loud, those words intimate and personal and meant for my head only. But as embarrassment filled me, I knew there was no turning back.

And maybe that was the thing that needed to happen, because as the arousal increased between us, my desire and Braxton's mixing together to make this supermassive explosion, all I could feel was him.

I knew my words shocked him. I could see it on his face, in the way his nostrils flared as he inhaled sharply. I swore I could feel his pleasure because of those softly spoken words.

“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.