Brandon was different, though; he had lost his son to cancer. I couldn’t imagine the hurt that came with that kind of loss.
Yes, I had experienced a great loss. Losing my husband had been by far the most painful thing I had ever had to endure, but it wasn’t at all close to the feeling of losing a child. Simply imagining that made my chest constrict in pain. I couldn’t endure such a tragedy; I just knew I couldn’t.
My heart went out to Brandon and to his ex-wife for having to go through such a horrific event. I was certain that him sharing his experience had opened up my ability to trust him more than I would have trusted had he not shared that tidbit of his life.
“In about two minutes, this water is going to run out. Can I bring you to the bedroom?” Brandon said as he slowly kissed his way back up my body.
The touch of his lips on me made my knees week and I welcomed the idea of heading to his bed with him. Nothing about this day had gone as planned and I didn’t suspect I was going to be able to plan the rest of our time, either. I would just go with the flow and see what he would be up to next.
“Yes.”
“You really are beautiful,” he said softly as he kissed me again. “I’m sure people tell you that all the time, but I just had to say it.”
“No, they don’t,” I whispered.
He looked shocked at my reply. It was the truth, though. Yes, men flirted with me, but not many of them went out of their way to give me a real compliment. Even less often did I feel the sincerity of their compliment. Sure, guys called me hot or said I looked like a nice piece of ass, but a true and honest compliment seemed much harder to co
me by.
“Men are assholes,” he whispered as he tucked a towel around my naked body. “It’s true, and don’t you forget it. No matter what, always remember that you’re beautiful.”
Brandon wrapped another towel around himself, and we made our way into his bedroom. That was my moment to stop things if I wanted to. He wasn’t pressuring me to sleep with him; he wasn’t making it something I had to do. We sat down on his bed and we were both covered up – now was the time for me to change my mind if I didn’t like the way things were going.
“Not all men,” I said as I moved closer to him. “It seems like you’re not too horrible.”
“No, not all of us are horrible.”
“Do you have protection here? I mean, well…um…” I stuttered as I tried to get out what I was trying to say.
I hadn’t expected to be in bed with this guy, and I certainly didn’t bring a condom on our swim out to the island. If we were going to take things another step forward, then I had to make sure he had a condom because I wasn’t going to sleep with him if he didn’t.
“Yep.”
That was all I needed to know. Even if this ended up being a one-night, or one-day thing, I was all right with that. Brandon had a way about him that made my body move closer and closer to him. His smile was gentle and inviting. The way he kept his distance was perfect to give me the time to decide what I wanted.
I didn’t know very much about this man, but I knew enough to enjoy his bed with him. Pleasure wasn’t something I was going to deny myself purely because I had lost my husband and had an injured heart. Humans need sex, plain and simple; I needed it, and I was about to enjoy the afternoon full of it with Brandon.
My towel fell to the floor as I stood in front of him and let his eyes penetrate my body. They were powerful and addicting. The more I was around him, the more I felt I could actually look at his crystal-green eyes. There was certainly pain in them, but there was also a hell of a lot of desire in them at the moment.
He grabbed my hips and pulled me on top of him as we fell back onto his bed. I could feel how hard his body was, not just his throbbing hardness between his legs, but every muscle in his body was firm and well defined.
I had imagined being with a man as handsome and fit as Brandon, but it was always a fantasy. Not even my late husband had been as perfectly sculpted. I took in every touch of his body I could gather as my hands pressed against his bare chest and leaned down to kiss him.
My body was fully supported as I pressed into him to keep my balance. He was a solid man, that was for sure. His hands wrapped around my ass, and I felt him wiggle the towel out of the way so his body could press up against the outside of my opening.
He teased me by rubbing back and forth while his hips thrust gently enough that he wouldn’t enter me. I longed to feel the first thrust of his body and pressed my hips urgently toward him as I waited for what would come next.
“In the night stand,” he whispered.
I reached over to pull out one of the condoms, and he quickly grabbed it away from me. I could tell by how easily he ripped the wrapper and slid it on that Brandon was well experienced at having safe sex. It could have bothered me, but I chose not to let it. It was much better to know a man had a lot of safe sex than it was to think he had any unsafe sex.
I should have timed him as he had his body wrapped up and pressed against me in less than thirty seconds, I was sure of it. Brandon grabbed my cheeks and pulled my lips to his as his body pressed inside of me.
I exhaled with total pleasure at the feeling of his body and mine together. It was different than being with a guy I didn’t care that much about. Brandon was different and I felt different there with him.
The emotions were new for me, though. I’d avoided real emotions since losing my husband and did my best to suppress the ones that came to the surface as Brandon and I made love.
“Oh, yes,” I said into his lips.