Total pages in book: 107
Estimated words: 101214 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 506(@200wpm)___ 405(@250wpm)___ 337(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 101214 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 506(@200wpm)___ 405(@250wpm)___ 337(@300wpm)
As tempting as it is to close my legs or pull him up so that he’ll kiss me and stop staring at the most intimate part of my body, I remain still, allowing him to look his fill. The only reason I’m able to do so is because of the reverence shining in his eyes. He makes me feel beautiful. His fingers drift over my core, rubbing but never lingering in one place for long. It doesn’t take much before I’m growing restless beneath his expert touch.
“You’re so fucking pretty,” he whispers, gaze pinned to my center. “I can’t get enough of you. I love everything about your pussy,” he muses, almost as if he’s talking to himself rather than me. “So soft and tight. I love when my cock is buried deep inside you. The way your muscles clench around me right before you come. The little moans that escape from your lips when I lick you.” His gaze flickers to mine. “You love it, don’t you?”
It’s not a question. We both know that I do. Brayden has a very talented tongue. I can’t get enough of it. When I remain silent, his fingers brush over me before circling around my clit, giving it a little pinch. The pressure isn’t enough to cause pain. It does, however, send a bolt of need spiraling through me.
“Tell me you love it,” he growls.
“I do,” I say in a heady rush, “you know I do.”
His lips lift into a smug smile. “Yeah, but I like to hear you say it.” There’s a pause before he adds, “I don’t want anyone else to ever touch you this way.”
At this moment, it’s impossible to imagine anyone other than Brayden running his hands and mouth over me like this. There’s a level of intimacy we’ve managed to achieve that feels rare, and I don’t ever want to lose it. Just when I can’t take another second of his caresses, he rises to his feet and yanks down the front of his boxers until his thick cock is able to spring free. He pumps his erection a few times as I spread my legs further. I’m mesmerized by the movements. I’ve never seen anything as hot in my life as Brayden stroking himself.
With his hand still wrapped around his girth, he positions the crown at my entrance, sliding in only an inch or two. It feels so damn good, but it’s not nearly enough to get me off. The wicked smile that curves his lips tells me that his movements are purposeful. A little flex of dominance to let me know who is in charge.
At least for the moment.
I arch off the table, attempting to coax him further inside me.
“I decide how much you get, not you,” he growls, slapping my clit with the tips of his fingers.
A gasp escapes as a thousand little shockwaves explode inside me. Even though the strike isn’t hard, it’s certainly enough to capture my attention. Brayden slides in another inch and my body shudders with pleasure. This little game he’s intent on playing only intensifies my arousal until it turns unbearable. Until climax is all I can focus on.
“Brayden, please,” I whimper, unable to stay still, “I need more.”
Almost stingily, he gives me a bit of length. As ecstasy ripples through my being, he withdraws, leaving me feeling bereft once again. “I know you do, baby.” His voice is tightly strung as if he’s just as pained and full of need as I am.
And then it starts all over again.
Each time he teases me, the pleasure ratchets up to unprecedented heights. The smooth slide of his cock fuels my senses until they reach a fever pitch. Until I don’t think I can take any more of this torment before breaking out into frustrated sobs. Just as I’m about to beg him to fuck me, Brayden drives deep inside my sheath, and a scream explodes from my lungs. The orgasm slams into me like a tidal wave, crashing over me, threatening to drag me to the very bottom of the ocean.
The intensity of my reaction seems to spur him on as Brayden finds his own release and we come together. He chants my name before collapsing on top of me and burying his face in the crook of my neck. We lay there for a long time, our hearts beating like the wings of a hummingbird before eventually settling.
When he finally lifts his head, there’s a cocky smirk curving his lips. “Now that’s more what I had in mind for breakfast.”
A chuckle slips free as I tunnel my fingers through his thick hair.
The pancakes were definitely good, but Brayden is right.
This was much better.
Chapter Thirty-Two
Sydney
The soft patter of rain continues to fall for the rest of the afternoon. It would have been nice to go outside and explore the area, but I can’t say that I mind curling up on the couch and having a movie marathon. With a flame dancing in the grate, we lay entwined on the sectional, covered in a blanket. For lunch, Brayden whips up a few grilled cheese sandwiches and tomato soup. It’s the perfect meal that hits the spot. While he cleans up the dishes, I wander around the cabin.