He curls his fingers around the top of my jeans, pushing the fabric down my hips until I drop my hands and take a step back, wanting nothing more than to be naked too. I reach behind my back, unfastening the lace bra, letting it tumble to the floor in front of my jeans.
He peers up at me, his mouth so close to the place I ache the most for him. “Step out.”
I’m light-headed as I pull my feet from the legs of the jeans and try to find my footing on the floor. Brax’s hand holds me up as he grips my hip and pushes himself upward until we’re standing front-to-front.
And what happens next passes in a blur. He curls his hand around my neck, pulling me flush against him as his lips collide with mine. The air fills with only the sounds of our breaths, beating hearts, and mouths moving as one.
I curl my fingers around his hard length, stroking back and forth, careful to avoid his piercing. He moans at the contact, making me feel a little more powerful than I normally do.
Without skipping a beat, he snakes his arm around me before lifting me off the floor like I weigh nothing at all. My arms slide across his shoulders, and I wrap my legs around his waist to fuse myself to him. He walks backward, but I don’t dare open my eyes or break the kiss.
I brace myself for impact, figuring we’ll fall backward onto his bed or the couch, but that doesn’t happen. He sits, positioning me on his lap. “Ride me,” he murmurs against my lips.
I gasp softly. “I’ve never…” Lucas hated it like that and refused to even let me try, no matter how much I begged. “Are you sure?” I ask him as I pull back, looking him in the eyes.
He digs his fingertips into the soft flesh at my hips as he raises an eyebrow. “Never?”
I shake my head.
“Do you want to?”
I nod as I shift my knees, trying to find better positioning.
God, how I want to. I’ve always wanted to. Mikayla and Sandy always talked about how it was the best feeling and how empowering it was to be in control, and I felt completely left out.
Brax reaches over to the side table, grabbing a condom. Now, it’s my turn to raise an eyebrow.
“Wishful thinking,” he says as he tears open the foil, tossing the contents where the package was just lying.
I inch back, letting his cock spring free. “Are you sure this is okay?” I ask him, because Lucas had always told me how it was the worst position for a man and that was why he refused to do it. “If it’s not good for you…”
Brax’s eyes flash with concern as he rolls the condom over the tip of his cock and down the long, hard shaft. “Who hurt you, baby?”
“What?”
“Why would you think this isn’t good? All sex is good, and this…this is going to be fucking great. I don’t know who lied to you, but forget everything you’ve ever been told. I want you to ride me, Iris. Use me.”
“Oh,” I whisper, feeling a new wave of arousal even stronger than the previous one.
“You control it,” he says as he moves his hands back to my hips.
I reach down between our legs as I lean forward, pressing my lips to his. I want to do this, but I can’t take the eye contact while doing it.
I swipe the head of his cock through my wetness before placing it near my opening. Slowly, and I mean slowly, I ease him into me. After five gloriously torturous strokes, he’s fully inside me.
His kiss becomes more demanding as I moan when he moves one of his hands to my breasts and his fingers find my nipple. Unable to sit still, needing more contact, I move my body up and down, swiveling my hips to feel the scrape of his hair against my clit.
I nearly cry out in pleasure as sensations rocket through me. I move faster, wanting more as Brax’s hands roam my body, causing goose bumps to break out across my flesh.
The urge to orgasm grows stronger. My thighs burn at the unfamiliar movements, but I block that out of my mind.
“Brax,” I breathe against his lips as he slides one of his hands between us and his thumb finds my clit.
I nearly jolt upward at the wicked pleasure that shoots throughout my body. It doesn’t take long until he has me moving faster than I’ve ever moved in myentire life, bouncing up and down the length of his cock as I chase the orgasm that’s bound to overtake me.
I moan, crying out his name as the pleasure crashes over me, stealing my breath. My body goes rigid as the orgasm courses through my system, but before it crests, Brax’s hands find my waist again, lifting me up and pulling me down harder and rougher than anything I could ever do.
A fresh wave of pleasure overtakes me as he pounds into me before his orgasm crashes over him too.
