302 Forbidden Ave. (A Cherry Falls Romance)

It felt like an eternity passed before the world came back into focus. I slowly opened my eyes, blinking, trying to clear my vision so I could see Braxton. He looked wild, untamed, and full of heat as he stared down at me. He was panting, his nostrils flaring as if he was trying to gather his control.

“Seeing you come… because of me…” He groaned and shook his head, as if he was trying to clear his now. “Fuck, never seen anything so hot,” he murmured, clearly to himself. Sweat dripped down his chest in droplets and landed on my breasts, and I gasped at how much I enjoyed the feeling.

“More,” I whispered and shifted a little, my pussy sliding down his length. He grunted and bared his teeth, and then he snapped. I saw it as clearly as I felt it. He started rocking into me. Back and forth. Pushing into me. Pulling out. Grunts and groans left him, growing louder. I knew he was close to getting off, and it caused a gasp to leave me when the short, coarse hairs of his lower belly teased my clit.

Oh God. I’m going to come again.

“Fuck, baby.” He tightened his hold on my waist as I started writhing for him, the act coming so naturally to me that I lost myself in it.

The taste of sweet release was so close that on the next thrust of his cock into me, I tried to get closer, pressing myself against him, grinding myself on his body, seeking that release. Needing it.

The explosion inside me rivaled the one before, stealing my breath, causing stars to dance in front of my vision. I couldn't stop myself from throwing my head back and crying out as my pussy involuntarily clamped down on his cock, sucking at it. Braxton dug his fingertips into me now, painfully… deliciously. This low, animalistic grunt signaled he finally found his own release.

If it was even possible, I felt him harden even more inside me as he went over the edge.

After long moments, he collapsed against me, our skin sweaty, our breathing loud in the room. It was erotic, an auditory pleasure all on its own.

“Amelia,” he groaned and wrapped his arms around me, keeping me close as he shifted so we were facing each other. Our breathing was identical and harsh, and I let my hand slide along his chiseled, muscular side, feeling his warm, damp skin, loving the way his tendons and sinew tightened under my touch, as if I caused it to do that.

The long, thick length of him was still buried inside me, a reminder of what we’d done even if my sore body, heavy breathing, and erratic heartbeat weren’t clue enough. My inner muscles continued to clench around him intermittently, ripping a deep groan from Braxton and a soft gasp from me. I was sore, but it was the best kind, and I felt like I was floating high, like I was glowing.

The feel of him stroking his fingers up and down my back had the weight of sleep resting over me, but I fought it. I wasn't ready to disconnect from this moment, even if I knew—felt—Braxton wasn’t going anywhere. I wanted to be present.

I forced myself to pull back so I could look into his handsome face. His eyes were hooded as he stared down at me, his short dark hair mussed across his forehead. His eyes looked darker in color than they actually were, as if his pleasure had changed them.

He lifted his hand to cup my cheek, and I shamelessly leaned into his touch, my eyelids fluttering at how ridiculously good it felt to be touched by him.

“Amelia,” he murmured so low and deep that it could have been confused for a groan. “I meant it when I said you’re mine.”

I swore my heart stopped for a millisecond before picking back up. I certainly hadn’t seen the night ending this way. I hadn’t seen myself giving my virginity to Braxton so soon. He'd been the only man I wanted to give that innocence to, and I had zero regrets. Even if things hadn’t turned out this way, with me in his arms and him holding me like he was afraid I’d leave, I had no regrets.

Having Braxton’s massive body next to mine, his strong, big arms around me, had this warm contentment filling me. Everything felt so… right.

“I’ve never felt anything as right as having you in my arms,” he said softly, leaning down and kissing the top of my head, this consuming gentleness coming from him that made me feel all kinds of wonderful things.

“Me neither, Braxton,” I said softly, maybe too softly for him to hear me, but when I felt him kiss the top of my head again, I knew it didn’t matter if he had or not. He felt it just like I felt it from him.