She stared up at me, the shadows not concealing her expression, because it was so bright, so loud, it glowed in the dim room.
“I…” she whispered, licked her lips, and I leaned down to kiss them, unable to help myself.
“Tell me,” I moaned against her softness.
“I—I need to feel you inside me, Braxton.”
Sweet Jesus.
Although being gentle with her was something so ingrained, so natural with me, my body had other needs, my need so fucking crazed it was hard to even remember to breathe. I had to rein in my desire to thrust right into her.
I kissed her again and then caressed her in gentle sweeps of my fingers, and mouth, my tongue and teeth. “Every part of you is mine,” I whispered against her flesh, unable to stop myself from telling her these possessive things. And when my hands framed her handful sized breasts, I took a stuttering inhale.
“Perfect,” I said to myself. I cupped the velvety-soft mounds, smoothed my fingers along the tight peaks of her nipples. She was shaky, her chest rising and falling. Her eyes closed. “Look at me.” My words were low but clear, and I waited until she obeyed.
And when she was staring at me, her mouth slightly open, her skin flushed, even visible in the darkened room, I felt my cock jerk violently.
I couldn’t help myself. I didn't stop myself. I took her mouth again in an almost brutal kiss, forcing my tongue past her lips, making her take all of it. All of me. I molded my big palms over her flesh, thrummed her nipples back and forth. Back and forth. My body was so tightly wrung I was making these low, harsh grunts.
The way she ran the pads of her fingers across my bare chest had my body shaking even more, had me gnashing my teeth together... had me snarling in ecstasy. Never had I felt anything as good as this. Never could I have imagined this is what it would be like with Amelia. My fantasies about claiming her were dim in comparison to reality.
My whole body heightened to her touch. All I had to do was inhale deeply, breathe her in, and I was fucking losing control.
“Braxton,” she mewled in the sexiest way.
I found myself grabbing her chin in a soft yet firm hold. I wanted her to know how serious I was right now, that what I was about to say, I meant with every fucking molecule in my body. And so I waited until she stared into my eyes, waited until the hazy covering of her pleasure took a backseat. “You and me… it’s how things are meant to be.” I leaned down and kissed her again, softer this time, forcing myself to be gentle. “You were meant for me, and I was meant for you.” I kept saying that over and over again, murmuring against her lips, unable to stop saying it like I was a damn broken record.
I pulled back, my eyes riveted to her mouth. I ran my thumb along her bottom lip, gently pulling the pink flesh down, hearing her sharp intake of breath at the small touch. You’re mine no matter what.
I groaned at the thought that slammed into my head and kissed her hard and possessively.
No turning back. No letting her go. I just hoped she realized that after this was all said and done.
13
Amelia
I loved the way Braxton rested his big, masculine body against mine, pressing me into the mattress, making me feel so tiny, almost breakable compared to him.
He groaned and murmured, “I want you so much.” His mouth was at my throat, his deep voice vibrating right to my sex. The stubble of his beard growing in caused a delicious burn to travel through me. I was frantic in my pleasure at the way he dominated me. He was so muscular, so big and heavy, that I felt my breath leave me pleasantly. Warm, hard male flesh molded to mine, making the sweet anticipation of release just a reach away.
And his cock… God, his cock was long and big, so big I grew nervous about the pain that I’d no doubt feel once he was inside me.
But I also anticipated it.
That hard, impossibly thick length of him parted my pussy lips, my sensitive flesh framing him, the root of his cock bumping against my clit, adding pressure and causing me to gasp.
“God, you’re perfect,” he whispered. He started to move his hips back and forth, rubbing his length through my slickness, coating his cock with my arousal. I was so ready for him. A guttural groan left him, as if he knew that last part as well, as if it drove him crazy.
His hips jerked forward as if he couldn't help himself.
“Fuck, I’ve never felt anything so good.” He curled his fingers around my waist, pressing his hips forward, driving me absolutely crazy with desire.