When I entered my bedroom and closed the door behind me, I set Branna’s feet back on the floor. I rested my hands on her shoulders, gripping her tightly as she swayed ever so slightly.
“Sorry about that,” I said when she locked her eyes on mine. “They would have started a conversation with you, and I didn’t want that.”
She huffed a laughed. “I could tell.”
I reached for the light switch behind her and flicked it on. When I stepped to the side, her eyes roamed around my bedroom, and I silently thanked God that today was the day I changed my bedsheets and gave the room a thorough cleaning.
“Wow,” Branna nodded appreciatively. “This looks like it belongs on an episode of Cribs.”
I rid myself of my T-shirt. “Thanks, I like it.”
Branna seemed to forget about my bedroom as her eyes wandered over my chest, stomach, and arms. I watched her swallow, and my ego inflated massively when she licked her lips suggestively. She found me attractive; there was no denying that.
“You’ll need to worry about me jumping you if you keep looking at me like that, sweetness.”
She gnawed on her lower lip. “That doesn’t sound bad to me.”
I took a step towards her. “Are you sure?”
She silently bobbed her head.
“Last chance to run, darling,” I warned as I reached for my belt. “Once you allow me to touch you, you won’t leave this room until I fuck the shyness right out of you.”
I definitely would let her leave if she changed her mind at any point during our time together, but her breathing quickened when I asserted some dominance with her. Being bossed around by me turned her on, and I loved that she liked it.
“I need ye’,” she almost whimpered. “Right ‘ere. Right now.”
I invaded her space as I back her up against my bedroom door. “I’m going to make you scream, beautiful.”
She trembled before me. “I can’t wait.”
I leaned down and took possession of her mouth with mine, kissing her with a hunger that almost hurt. Almost. She lifted her delicate hands to my biceps and gently scraped her nails against his skin. A shudder ran the length of my spine at the contact. A low growl rumbled deep in my throat, and Branna groaned upon hearing it. She rolled her hips upwards against my pelvis which caused me to tear my mouth from hers and press it against her ear. “One more bump like that, darling, and I’ll forget about easing you into my way of fucking.”
“I can take it,” Branna replied, huskily.
She hissed when I sucked her earlobe into my mouth and lowered my right hand to her leg. Her breathing became erratic as I raised that hand farther and farther up her quivering thigh.
“How long do you think you can take of my cock pounding this sweet pussy of yours before you scream my name?”
I brushed my fingers over the lace of her panties, and her body jerked at my touch.
“Answer me,” I demanded.
She cried out, “Ryder, please.”
She was so responsive that it made me chuckle.
“You cried out my name before we’ve even got started,” I teased. “Oh, darling, I’m going to have so much fun with you.”
I took her hand in mine and led her to my bed.
“You look stunning, Branna, but I want you naked. Now.”
Her lips parted. “O ... okay.”
I held myself still as she reached down, gripped the hem of her dress, and slowly shimmied it up to her waist, exposing her bare stomach, hips, and thighs. Branna was nowhere near fat, but she wasn’t skinny either. Her thighs were thick, her hips curvy, and her stomach looked soft. I desperately wanted to touch it, to run my fingers and tongue over it. I balled my hands into fists to keep from reaching out and aiding her in removing her clothing quicker. When she finally rid herself of the dress and dropped the fabric on the floor, standing before me in a matching black lace bra and panty set, my memory of her burned into my brain.
“I’m going to ruin you.”
She sucked in a deep breath, and said, “Yes, please.”
With a growl, I ran at her and practically tackled her back onto my bed. Branna instantly parted her thighs for me, and I nestled between them. I leaned down, covered her mouth with mine, and forced my tongue between her lips. She groaned in delight and matched the fierceness of my heated kiss.
“What can I do to you?” I asked, adrenaline flowing through my veins. “I want to know now so nothing I do surprises you.”
“I want ye’ to do everythin’ to me, Ryder,” Branna said, her hands gripping my biceps. “Every. Fuckin’. Thing. Don’t hold back, please.”
Thank you, Jesus.
“Not in my nature, darling.”
I tugged her into a sitting position, reached behind her back, and unclasped her bra. The material fell down her shoulders, then away from her beautiful breasts. I tugged the fabric until the straps slid over her arms, then I threw it over my shoulder without looking away from Branna’s chest.