302 Forbidden Ave. (A Cherry Falls Romance)

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.