He pulls me close, so close I can hear his heart against my ear. With one strong hand splayed against my back, he reaches the other around and strokes me with it.
Gah.
He knows just what to do… just where to touch me to get my body to sing. To make me forget the shame of William…just for a little while.
I arch against him.
“I want you inside of me,” I pant. “Now.”
I’ve waited years for this.
“Patience,” Brand murmurs into my ear, his breath hot. He lowers his head, sucking my breasts again, gently, then harder. He moves his hand in circles, fast, then faster. He works me up, over the cresting waves, building, building, building.
I can’t breathe now and I rock my hips against him.
He’s gentle, yet firm, strong, yet careful. He’s a beautiful contradiction… and exactly what I need
I need him.
I need him.
I can’t breathe.
Then the world explodes in a bright shattering of whites and blues and reds.
I ride the orgasm, rocking against the palm of Brand’s hand until the last waves of it have passed. Then I fall limply against him, his strength absorbing my weakness.
He lifts my chin with his finger, then buries his tongue in my mouth. Deep, deeper.
Then all of a sudden, in one fluid motion, he buries his cock in me, sliding it deep within me.
I groan and tilt my hips.
I want all of him.
All.
Of.
Him.
Make me good, Brand.
&n
bsp; I want to absorb him, to take his goodness and cover myself with it. Nothing can hurt me when he’s with me. When he’s inside of me, he takes away the shame.
“God, you feel good,” Brand groans as he moves inside of me. I cling to him, like a drowning person to a raft.
Each time he slides into me, a wave of pleasure erupts… building, building, building. Again.
I come again without warning, in a haze of moans and whimpers. I throw my head back and let my body convulse with it, as Brand pauses and pulls my ribcage up to him, his lips finding my breasts once again.
Again.
Again.
He worships them again, one by one, his tongue laving my nipples, sucking on the sensitive flesh.