“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.
His hips moved slowly as his thrusts went deep and then pulled back. He was in no hurry, and neither was I. I relished the closeness of our bodies and the welcoming movements of his tongue and mine together. The chemistry between us was intense, and my body soaked with desire the more we worked together.
In fact, I felt wetter than I could remember getting around a man and started to get a little self-conscious that I was soaking his bed with my desire for him. I did desire him, though; I wanted him over and over again as I felt his thrusts becoming quicker and his hands moved to my hips to control me as he moved harder and harder.
If I could have stayed in that moment of pleasure for the whole day, I might have done it. Ev
ery worry from my work life had disappeared. Every concern over if I was raising my son right, or paying all the bills, or acting appropriately in the workplace – they were all gone. My mind only had room for one thought: how perfectly our bodies were building up the excitement together.
My hips started to thrust against him as I felt the orgasm of excitement building up inside of me. I hadn’t had a full-on orgasm in years; they just weren’t of concern for most men. I wanted it. I wanted to feel the release, but I felt myself backing off as I got closer.
Brandon wouldn’t allow it, though. He held onto my hips and helped my body move in a grinding motion against him, forcing me to give in to my desires.
“Cum for me,” he whispered into my ear.
Oh, hell, how could I refuse a man so blatantly asking me to give in to him? I closed my eyes and allowed him to guide my hips as he thrust into me. Within moments, I felt my body shivering with desire as I gave in to the special feeling that my body had longed for.
As we both exploded with desire, he grabbed me and kept me there next to him. His arms around my body gave me security and I couldn’t have imagined I would have given in to the desire had it not been him I was there with.
It was unusual for me – a feeling of total satisfaction as I lay next to him. Brandon’s big arms held me tight and exhaustion quickly moving through me.