He swallowed roughly. “Perfect. Gorgeous tits. Never hide these.” His head lowered and without warning he began sucking on my breast, his tongue circling my nipple, his teeth lightly grazing the peak, drawing it into a hardened bud. Damn, that felt incredible. He wasn’t shy about using his teeth. And he did so expertly, eliciting pleasure from my body in ways I’d never even imagined. I slipped my fingers into his hair again and pressed my br**sts forward with a low moan. Sparks of primal need coursed through my system. He captured my wrists, pinning them at my sides. Oops. Maybe I’d been pulling his hair a little too hard.
“Sorry,” I murmured.
His mouth pulled suddenly from my breast. “I love when you play with my hair. I just want you focused on feeling the sensations I give you rather than touching me.”
Oh. He was too thoughtful. Too in tune with my body. It sent a shudder through me.
He continued licking and nipping at my br**sts, the warm pad of his tongue sending pulses of pleasure through me. He was right; the sensations were stronger when I wasn’t preoccupied with touching him. I closed my eyes and just let myself feel. He slowly moved lower, planting soft kisses against my rib cage, my belly, as he made his way south. My pulse spiked in anticipation, already imagining his skilled tongue against me. But rather than obliging me with his mouth at my core, he positioned himself lower on the bed, between my parted legs, and observed me writhing for him with a tug pulling his mouth upward. I hated how he alone could turn me into a wanton creature, so ready to dive off the deep end with him. I reached for him, wanting to pull him closer, and my fists twisted in the folds of his shirt.
He had far too many clothes on. I wanted to see him, to feel his warm skin, to breathe him in. I began tugging at his clothing. “Your shirt.”
He looked down.
“Take it off,” I said breathily.
“Anything for you.” He unbuttoned just the first few buttons then pulled it over his head.
“Your pants, too,” I begged.
He made quick work of his belt and then pushed his pants down his hips in one quick movement, discarding them beside the bed. I couldn’t help but steal a peek. My gaze wandered down the length of his lean torso, taking him in. He was masculine. Beautiful. Toned and solid from his broad chest to his chiseled abs to his . . . wait. He dropped his boxer briefs to the floor and looked up at me. I couldn’t help my eyes from widening, and then squeezing closed. Holy shit!
“Kitten?” My eyes flew open and then I looked down at him again, shifting on the bed uncomfortably. He followed my gaze downward and his mouth pulled up in a lazy grin. “What’s wrong?” He looked down at himself and then back up at me. “You don’t like my body?”
I shook my head in disbelief. “Your body is insane; you know that. It’s just, well . . . that”—I looked down again—“is . . . um, bigger than I was expecting.”
His chest ballooned out and his smile broke wider. “I won’t hurt you. I promise.” He bent forward and pressed a kiss to my forehead. The gesture was sweet. Almost too much so. It implied a closeness between us that shouldn’t have been present. This was just sex, yet it felt like more.
“Just tell me what you can handle,” he whispered, rubbing his nose along my jaw. “Okay, miss?”
I nodded, my mouth curling up in a smile. Feeling braver, I attempted another look at his member. A glint of silver caught my eye. What the? “What’s that?” I felt like a kid at the zoo, pointing and staring. But I couldn’t help myself. I’d never seen something like that in real life.
“It’s a piercing. You’ll like it, I promise.” His hand captured his steely length and he stroked himself slowly while I watched, utterly mesmerized, his hand gliding up and down over the head and the silver ball of his piercing. “You ready for me, kitten?” His hand slid along his thick shaft. He was long and straight. Deliciously so. I couldn’t wait to slide my mouth around him, to flick my tongue across his naughty piercing. But I didn’t get that chance.
Positioning himself lower on the bed, Braydon pushed my legs apart. “Open for me,” he whispered, and my body obeyed, legs sliding wider to accommodate him. He pressed a single finger inside me, slowly, achingly slowly, parting me and making my back arch up off the bed. His finger penetrated me in a steady rhythm, curling up just slightly to massage my inner wall. He added a second finger, f**king me with his hand, and I moaned out, taken back by how incredible he made everything feel. Everything was about me. He was solely focused on my pleasure.
His c**k pressed against my thigh as he shifted closer. He was rock hard, warm, and ready. The hint of hard metal warmed to body temperature tempted me beyond belief. What would he feel like inside? I twisted and writhed as he f**ked me with his fingers. My inner muscles clenched around his fingers as I came. Pleasure blinded me momentarily as white spots danced in my vision.
Slowly opening my eyes, I found him watching me. I’d never had an orgasm so fast. Holy shit, this man was talented. Was that my G-spot? I thought that was a mythical creature, like a unicorn or a Sasquatch.
He crawled up my body, kissing my stomach, my chest, my neck, until his lips found mine. He kissed me fiercely, my only clue that he was as desperate for me as I was for him. Blood pounded in my ears as my body took control. He was an itch I desperately wanted to scratch, a need so deep I felt it in my core. My heart pounded erratically and my lungs screamed for oxygen, but stopping wasn’t an option. I’d never felt anything so intense. Tongues stroked and mingled as we fought to get closer. Braydon pulled away, his mouth moving to my throat where I felt the pinch of his teeth graze my skin.
I squirmed against the mattress, boneless and content. The deep ache within me was momentarily soothed, but still I wanted more. “I want to come again,” I murmured.
“I know you do.” He reached for a condom packet he’d inconspicuously placed on the bedside table. When had he done that? The package was gold and I recognized the brand. Magnum. “Roll over,” he commanded with a firm gentleness to his voice.
I watched as he tore open the packet with his teeth and began to unroll it onto himself before I obeyed, rolling over onto my stomach. Cool air rushed over my skin, my backside exposed as I waited.
Lying flat on my stomach, I felt him move on top of me, his thighs on either side of mine. His fingertips lightly trailed down my spine, softly tickling and caressing me. I craved him and whimpered at his lightest touch. Anticipating the moment he’d take me, I squirmed, holding my breath for the invasion.