“Why so quiet?” she taunted. “Nothin’ to say now?”
“You ... I ... Fuucckk.”
Branna looped her arms around my neck and pulled my face down to hers. When I felt my lips pressed against hers, I kissed her like I had never kissed another woman in my life. Right now, I couldn’t remember anyone woman. The only one I wanted to remember was the one with me. Branna’s hands roamed all over my body, but when they went to my ass and she dug her fingers into my flesh, I growled against her mouth.
“Your pussy is like a vise around my cock,” I all but snarled. “Fuck me. You feel like heaven, sweetness.”
I began to slowly pump my hips, I had intended to go slow, to build my way up into fucking her like a madman, but she felt too good for me to go slow. Fucking her fast, at the moment, was the only setting my body accepted, so that was exactly what I did.
“Holy fuck!” Branna cried. “Ryder.”
Warmth spread across my chest when she said my name.
“That’s it, baby.” I grunted. “Let me hear you.”
I didn’t have to ask her to be vocal because with every pump of my hips, she screamed, moaned, or cried out my name and I fucking loved it.
“Oh, my God.”
“God can’t help you now, sweetness,” I growled. “No one can.”
She lifted her head and latched her lips on my neck and kissed and sucked at my flesh until I hissed. I jerked away from her and placed my head against her chest, listening as her heart beat wildly. I raised my head, brought my mouth to her ear, and said, “Your heart is beating so fast, Branna.”
“Just for you, darlin’.”
I smiled as I brushed my lips over her neck. “Such a sweet-talker.”
“Oh, there!” she cried out seconds later. “Right. There.”
“Here?” I murmured and thrust at the angle I did just seconds before.
“Yes, yes, yes!”
I focused to keep my hips angled in the same positioned as I fucked her, pulling that scream out of her made the hair on the nape of my neck stand up.
“This is my pussy.”
Branna scraped her nails against my back. “Yes, yours.”
When she dug her nails painfully into my back, I responded and bit down on her neck. Branna’s cries of pleasure shattered every boundary I set about being careful with her, and I fucked her so hard and scraped my teeth over her flesh so often that I knew it would leave bruises. That sent a thrill up my spine knowing that I would leave marks on her, marks that would show the world that I had her. The thought of her being mine pushed me over the edge, and suddenly I was coming. My movements became jerky and quick as pressure deflated as I came. When my energy fled, I dropped down on top of Branna, and she sighed in content.
I momentarily worried in case she didn’t come again, but when I heard her strained sigh, I knew she did.
“That. Was. Amazin’!” She panted. “It’s never been like that before.”
I rolled off her after a moment but kept my arm draped over her chest, my hand cupping her left breast. I gave it a gentle squeeze, and said, “You were never fucked by me before, that’s why.”
“Can we do it again?” she asked, my breathing still rapid.
My laughter muffled against my pillow.
“Give me a few minutes,” I mumbled. “I’m not a machine.”
“Ye’ sure about that?” Branna asked. “Ye’ have a serious amount of stamina.”
Again, I laughed and gave her breast another squeeze.
We lay in silence for a few moments, then we started to talk. Nothing about sex or anything related to sex—we had a real conversation about the world, about our families, and it felt pretty incredible lying next to a beautiful woman and seeing who she was as a person was just as stunning. As I looked at her, I was very aware that I didn’t want our involvement to end after one night, and after Branna fell asleep next to me, I found myself awake most of the time, trying to think of an excuse I could give her that would convince her she needed to spend time with me.
I wasn’t letting her go now that I had a taste of her ... not a chance.
CHAPTER SIX
Thirty-two years old ...
It had been three months since Branna and I made up, and four months and one week since all hell broke loose. We were still taking things slow, and by that, I mean really slow. We hadn’t done much more than kiss one another, and it was the best decision we had ever made. The first night we met in Darkness, sex between us was almost instant. There was thick sexual tension from the moment we locked eyes on one another, but this time around, we were trying a different approach. One where we listened to our minds and hearts, instead of our libidos.