With a growl of her own, she flung her head up and leveled her eyes on him, sure they were close to spitting fire. “What?”
His free hand cradled her jaw, his thumb swiping over her lips. His eyelids were hooded, dark and sexy with passion. She whimpered. “This changes everything.”
“I-I thought it was already changed.”
“This finalizes it. Understand?”
Either she moved or he’d just thrust the barest inside her, because a moan bubbled out from her making her nails curl into his muscles. God, she wished his shirt was off; she wanted to feel that hot bare skin under her hands.
“No, I don’t know, maybe. Yes! Whatever the answer is!” Her legs wouldn’t stop shaking. She trembled on a fine line, so close to what she needed. If only he’d stop talking and let her finish this! She squeezed her eyes shut to focus on the intense throbbing inside her.
“You stopped looking at me, Vanessa. Look at me.”
It took some effort, but she forced her eyes back open. “What do you want from me?”
His hand curled around her head, brought her closer. “Everything.”
That was all? “Fine, fine, you got it. I promise!”
His eyes closed and a look close to pleasure filled his face. He leaned back as his hand left her jaw, cupped her neck in a touch the made her heart hammer wildly, then he slowly trailed it down her chest to cup a breast again. She hesitated a moment, but then pressure built at her nipple as he pinched it, gathering all sorts of hot pleasure in that one little spot.
“Aah!” she cried out. She needed the pleasure to release somehow, someway, so she sank slowly down his swollen cock in a wet glide. He filled her, then filled her more, and it kept going until he bumped some spot in her she’d never felt. “Oh, fucking God, in hell, this is amazing!”
She couldn’t keep the words from coming. She had no idea what was even leaving her mouth. She just knew that he spread her wide and filled her deep like nothing before, and she couldn’t stop moving. Not that she wanted to. No, she buried her lips at his neck, sucking on the hot flesh there as she rocked up and down the hard shaft inside her.
“Oooh, God!”
How did it feel so good? How did it make her shiver and everything inside her pull tight, hard, and hot? How could people not want to do this all the time?
She started bouncing on him, feeling the drag of her flesh over him, the hard spearing sensation as he was thrust into her. His hands caressed her ass, his touch almost reverent, almost possessive as she rode him harder, faster. She speared him through her quivering wetness again and again. His breathing grew louder, harsher and something great was about to happen, because she was right there with him.
She tried to keep her mouth sealed to his neck, but then she had no outlet to release the steam building up inside her. So she just squeezed her arms tight around him and rode and rode as cries and sounds she’d never made before came from her. Her entire body flushed hot, like the sun beat down on her, sweat dampening her skin, and she didn’t care, because he whispered to her, because his touch urged her on. Because he wanted her as much as she wanted him.
The bubble of pleasure expanded deep inside her each time he filled her, every movement she made to move faster. Then, something amazing happened.
Brayden shouted a hoarse, growling cry. His arms wrapped around her waist squeezing tight, nearly strangling the air from her, and then he thrust up into her and a hot gush of liquid filled her. She moaned with him, her hips writhing with need. His choppy breathing pushed her hair off her shoulder. A flood of liquid escaped her sex. His pleasure. A part of her wanted to laugh giddily, to kiss him madly, but one pervading need toppled all those. That need kept her at the top of a precipice, trembling eagerly for the little push she stilled needed to jump.
She did a tentative wiggle and still found him hard and lodged deep inside her. His breathing came under control and she rubbed her cheek across his until their lips met. Then she got busy kissing him as her hips wiggled. A little push forward, a little push back. Her breath caught. The sensitive bundle of nerves rubbed against his pants, teasing her, sending electric jolts through her body. She moved faster over him.
Then tore her mouth away. “Oh God, I can’t breathe.” She couldn’t. She could only pant like some kind of dog. But as she worked faster, his hard cock still planted firmly inside her, his release mixing with hers, the erotic sensations bloomed hard and fast. One second she was humping him, urging her body to feel the same release he did, then the next, her head shot back and a scream unlike anything she’d ever made came from her own throat.
Her entire body seized up, then quaked. Hot liquid burst inside her. Her skin seemed to explode from her and then come back in a sweeping glide. She held on to him for dear life.
After it was over, she felt completely depleted, like she could sleep for a whole day, maybe longer. A goofy grin covered her face and she couldn’t make it go away.
“Ah, fuck,” he cursed.
That sound broke through her dream-like reverie. Her eyes opened as she sensed movement. Then her back hit the bottom of the couch and Brayden lay atop her. The look on his face is one she’d never forget—utterly lost to passion, uncontrollable. He maneuvered her below him without slipping his cock from her. And once he had her there, his mouth slanted over hers and his hips worked hard and fast.
Oh, God. No way! The pleasure built up again. His big body caged her in making her belly tighten in a gleeful way. He took her hard, his hips working doubletime. How could the man even have stamina left? The question was fleeting as he reached between them. A finger stroked across her sensitive bud and everything tensed. She swore even her hair straightened.
Her sex felt so tight around him, even with all the wetness surrounding him. Her legs flexed then clamped around his thighs, threading them together. Still, he kissed her. It went on and on, his tongue thrusting in time to his cock. She moaned around him as he wiggled his finger faster. Then her breath caught and a strangled cry came somewhere from deep within her chest.
He pulled away from the kiss just in time for her to let the growling sound out. Her arms banded around him and then her body shook. Deep pleasure, white-hot, exploded inside her. She came around him in a quivering, panting, shouting mess, but he was right there with her. His arm caged her in, his lips found her neck, his hot breath blowing hard across her sweat-slicked skin, and then he thrust hard. He barely made it six more thrusts before he jabbed deep and held himself there. His arm shook next to her. Hot liquid gushed inside her and she wiggled against him. The fact that she, a young nobody with nothing really going for her, did that to him made her smile.
He pulled out slowly, then half-collapsed on top of her. He kept most of his weight on his arms and legs, but she felt the tremble in them transfer to the couch.
She knew her smile was lazy as she looked up at him. “Wow.”
His chest jerked, as if he laughed, but no sound came. Then his eyes turned serious. A chill seemed to breeze through the room though no windows were open. She suddenly wanted to cover up and put her clothes on, wipe away the reminder between her legs.
“I take promises very seriously.”
The chill left just as quickly. “Okay.” She blinked. He blinked. Then he lowered his head and kissed her softly, gently, just lips and no tongue. He moved them around until he had her curled up against him. His arm wrapped across her waist, his hand flat on her stomach. His heat and scent enveloped her. She liked it so much her heart seemed to expand in her chest, growing bigger than she could take.