“No, sweetheart. It should feel better.”
I peer up, my mouth agape. Better than what, I wonder, but I don’t ask. I don’t want to talk about Lucas and the lackluster sex life we had or the disappointing size of his dick. “Better?”
He nods as he touches my chin lightly with hisfingertips, sending sparks of electricity down my body and straight to my core. “If used right, it should.”
I haven’t put much thought into having a penis and if there is a right way or wrong way of using it. I thought it was in-out, in-out, in-out until it ended. “Oh,” I mumble as I lean closer to the tip and lick my lips.
“You’re killing me.” Brax grazes my cheek with his fingers as I gawk at the length, still in a trance.
“I haven’t done this often.” I hate admitting that. It’s so embarrassing. A woman of my age should have plenty of experience. But not me. My sex life has never been anything worth talking about with Mikayla and Sandy.
Oh my God. When they hear about his piercing, they’re going to die. Wait. Do I tell them? Shit. I don’t know. How can I not?
“Baby.” Brax’s voice pulls me out of my train of thought and back to the moment with his cock waving in my face.
“Sorry.” I reach out and wrap my hands around the shaft, leaning forward to slide it between my lips.
Brax’s entire body shudders as soon as my tongue touches his cock. I smile around the end, loving the way he reacts to me.
There’s something so powerful about kneeling in front of him, literally causing his body to shake uncontrollably, and it has my head spinning.
“Fuck,” Brax hisses.
I glance up, his cock firmly between my lips, and see his head tipped back with his mouth open.
His reaction spurs me on, making me take him deeper than I’ve ever taken any man’s cock before. I fight the urge to gag as my lips bump against my fingers, which are still wrapped around him.
“I need more,” he says, and for a moment, my stomach drops in disappointment.
Damn. I am shit at this, and I thought I was doing better than I have ever done it before.
“I need to be inside you,” he growls as he leans forward, sliding his hands under my armpits.
His cock pops out of my mouth as he lifts me in the air, and I suddenly feel so empty.
“Undress,” he says in a tone I don’t think I’ve ever heard him use.
The deep, gravelly timbre of his voice makes my hands instantly go to the bottom of my V-neck sweater, ripping it off me like it’s on fire.
Brax makes quick work of kicking off his pants, standing in front of me completely naked with a hunger in his eyes so intense I have an indescribable urge to throw myself at him half dressed.
“Slower,” he says, taking a few steps back until his ass hits the back of a chair, and he leans on it like he’s doing everything he can to soak in the moment.
I stand in front of him in my best black lace bra and a pair of jeans that are so snug I know I have a muffin top. But by the way he’s looking at me, hedoesn’t seem to care that I’m not built like a supermodel.
“Come here.” His gaze scorches my flesh as it roams around my body.
Without a single thought, my feet move, and I am in front of him a moment later. He keeps his eyes locked on mine as his fingers slide to the waistband of my jeans, making quick work of the button and zipper.
“God, you’re fucking beautiful,” he says to me as he peels back the thick layer of denim.
I am virtually vibrating with the need for his fingers to touch my aching body anywhere. I want the contact. No. I need the contact.
“Touch me.” My voice sounds foreign and needy.
Brax’s eyes flash with hunger as he lifts a single finger and brushes the soft pad across my lower stomach. I suck in a deep breath at the contact, wanting more.
My hands find his bare hips, my fingernails lightly pushing against his skin as I try to steady myself.
