“I’m taking us to my bedroom,” he supplies as an explanation, but I shake my head.
I’m fairly certain I’m going to combust if I don’t feel him fill every inch of me right now. I’m also not sure what his plan is to get me to his room, seeing as I’m now completely naked. The thought of wasting time to dress and undress all over again has me vehemently shaking my head.
“I need you inside me now.”
A coy smile brightens his face. “As you wish, Wildflower.” He whispers these words along my skin, and I feel goosebumps line the places his breath fans across me.
My anticipation grows as I feel him lift my hips, readying myself to feel him impale me in a pleasurably painful way, to break past my walls and fill me to the fullest. When he flips me around on his lap, I yelp in surprise before my body instinctively falls forward, and I brace my hands on his knees.
His lips delicately trace kisses along my spine before he pulls me toward him until my back is flush against his front, and he gently bites my shoulder.
“Braxton, what are you—Ah!” I don’t get to finish my question before I feel him notch himself at my entrance and start to push in at a painfully slow pace.
“You said to worship you. I plan on doing that from every angle that I can. Now, lean forward and brace yourself on my knees again.”
I do as I’m told and am rewarded by feeling him push further inside me. The angle of this position feels completely different from how it felt to have him fill me in the library. I gasp when I feel him roll his hips, going deeper into me than I thought possible. I’m convinced Braxton has stretched me beyond my limits, but he remains undeterred as he pushes himself in a third time, and fourth, still unable to fully seat himself inside of me.
“Relax,” he coos, rubbing soothing circles up my back. “I can fit, Azalea, but you have to let me in.”
Though I would never admit it out loud, I love the nickname he calls me, but something about hearing my actual name fall from his lips has me doing exactly what he instructed and relaxing into his touch.
“That’s my girl.”
Braxton grips my hips firmly before simultaneously snapping his hips upward and pulling my hips down, filling me fully and hitting a spot that has me practically choking on my gasp.
“You feel divine. Like you were made for me and only me.”
Braxton drives more fervently into me as I tighten around him, basking in the delicious stretch each one of his thrusts causes. My second orgasm is building far faster than I ever thought possible.
“I’m yours, Braxton.” I don’t know where the confession came from, but I wouldn’t dream of taking it back, not even as I feel him momentarily stall beneath me.
Braxton pulls himself out of me, and ushers me to turn around so that I’m facing him before he sheaths himself once again. My mouth drops open as the change in positions sends new shockwaves through my body.
“Say it again.”
Braxton begins a steady pace as he waits for me to catch my breath. A few curls fall in front of my face as I look down at him. My hands fall to his shoulders, and when our eyes meet, everything about this position suddenly becomes more intimate, making it harder to repeat the truth I blurted. Taking a deep breath, I softly brush my lips across his as I work up the courage to repeat myself.
“I’m yours,” I whisper, and in a starved frenzy Braxton snaps his hip harder against me, causing my head to fall back.
He wraps his fingers around my hair, forcing my gaze back down to him.
“I’m yours too, Azalea, always yours. Only yours.”
There’s a softness in his words that sends a new wave of warmth through me. It only takes a few more long strokes before I’m tumbling over the edge, stars dancing in my vision as I cry out. I feel myself tighten around him as my entire body explodes and spasms, and it doesn’t take long until Braxton spills insideof me. I feel the mixture of our releases drip down my legs before he’s even pulled himself out. Once he does, I whimper as I mourn the loss of feeling him settled inside of me. Mourn the loss of the intimacy we just shared.
I’ve barely gotten my bearings when I feel him scoop me into his arms and drape my body over his as he lays us back so that we’re nestled together in the chair.
“What are you doing?” I wrap my arms around his neck and lay my head down on top of his chest.
Braxton sighs into the chaotic mess of curls on the top of my head. “I want this to last a little longer. It can’t be over yet.”
“You’re telling me that wasn’t enough for you?” I tease.
To my surprise, a chuckle rumbles deep in his chest. It sounds so light as it fills the space between us, and I can’t remember if I’ve ever heard him make such a genuinely happy sound. It’s unbelievably contagious, and I soon find myself giggling along with him. When the musical echo of our intertwining laughter fades, I can hear Braxton exhale out a breath filled with such relief that you would think we somehow cured the horrid curse we’re both trapped in.
“Do that again?”
“What?” I ask, propping my chin on his chest to stare at him.
