My belly flutters and nerves skitter across my skin. My pussy throbs in time with my rapid heartbeat.
Braden moves one hand seductively over my shoulder to my chest, cupping a breast and pinching a nipple. I inhale sharply, breaking our kiss just slightly for air. Then his hand travels downward, over my belly, to—
“Oh!”
He touches my clit gently…and then not so gently as he slides his fingers through my folds.
This time, he breaks the kiss. “So wet,” he growls in my ear. “I’m going to drive my cock into you, Skye. I’m going to drive so far into you that you’ll be sore tomorrow. Every time you move, you’ll think of me inside you, taking you, fucking you. You’ll know I was here.”
Chapter Nine
Before I can respond, I inhale sharply when he slides a finger into me.
“God, you’re so tight. I can’t wait to fuck you.”
I can’t wait, either, though his finger in my pussy feels pretty damned great. He has beautiful hands, long, thick fingers. Perfect for what he’s doing.
And he’s a master at it.
Maybe this time… Just maybe…
But I don’t want to think about that at the moment. I want to enjoy the pleasure, not stress out about what might not happen.
He continues to finger fuck me, adding another while working my clit with his thumb. My legs wobble, but he steadies me, keeping me in the perfect position for the delicious things he’s doing to me.
“Feel good, baby?”
“God, yes,” I sigh. “So good.”
He nips my earlobe with his teeth. “By the end of this night,” he whispers, “I promise this will be the least of what you remember.”
No. Not possible. I’ll never forget his fingers and how they find just the right spot to make me hotter and wetter than I’ve ever been.
Until he pushes me down on the bed, moves to spread my legs, and closes his eyes.
“I need to taste you.”
His tongue, soft against my own, is rougher against my clit, the perfect texture to make me squirm beneath him. I ache at the loss of his fingers, but as he tongues my folds, sliding from my clit to my perineum and back, I revel in the new, though less intense, pleasure.
Why not go slowly? Why not experience each touch in its own right?
He laps at me, licking the wetness from my inner thighs and then shoving his tongue into my heat. He seems to know instinctively when to go back to my clit and get me going again and again. I’m riding a roller coaster of pleasure—up and down and up and down, fast and slow and fast and slow and fast and slow…
Just when I think I’m about to explode, he brings me down again.
Can it happen? Can it really happen?
“God, you taste good,” he says against my thigh, his breath like a warm breeze.
I open my eyes. Something hangs above me on the ceiling over his bed, but I don’t dwell on it. I raise my head and look between my legs. “Are you ever going to undress?”
“In time,” he says again. “But if you ask again, I won’t.”
His voice is low, with more than an edge of dominance. I’m not sure how he’s going to fuck me with his clothes on, but I won’t ask again.
I close my eyes, ready for more of his mouth on me when—
“Oh!”
He flips me over like a pancake, so I’m facedown on the bed, my legs hanging off. He pins me in position. “Don’t you dare move.”
The clanking of his belt and then the zing of his zipper…
The tear of a wrapper… Curious, I turn to look at him.
He pushes me back down harshly. “I said don’t fucking move!” Then a low groan as he plunges deep into me. “Fuck, yeah.”
I haven’t seen his dick, but he must be huge by the way he fills me. I burn as he tunnels into me, and it’s a good burn. A really good burn.
His stubbled cheek scratches my jawline when he leans down, trapping me under him. “Don’t move, Skye. I’ll stop if you do. Do you understand?”
“Yes,” I whimper.
He sucks my earlobe between his teeth. “You’re so damned tight. Fuck, you feel good.”
He rises slightly, planting his hands on my shoulders—not hard enough to hurt but hard enough that I truly can’t move. I’m trapped, at his mercy. Completely under his spell.
My heart speeds up, anxiety setting in.
Get back in control. Get back in control.
But I can’t. I’m immobile.
And God, I’m totally loving it.
I’m not gagged. I can tell him to stop.
But I don’t.
Let your hair down, Skye.
Let go, let go, let go…
I close my eyes and surrender to the rapturous feelings taking over my body. Electricity sizzles around us, and I swear I can see it in my mind’s eye, feel it in my core.
Braden plunges in and out of me, slowly at first and then increasing his speed. The cotton of his shirt brushes my lower back as he pushes, pushes, pushes, and with each push, my clit abrades against the comforter, giving me jolt after jolt of magnetizing pleasure. His dick slides in and out, hitting spots inside me I never knew existed—spots that increase my pleasure, increase the energy swirling in my clit.