“Enough!” I nearly screamed and flung the towel away.
We were both still wet, and I didn't care. I pushed Brax out of the stall with my body as I kissed him. He groaned, his ass hitting the counter. Before he could tell me to dry off or brush my teeth or some other such nonsense, I grabbed his cock. But the water didn't make for good lubrication. So I had to suck it again. Oh, darn.
“Fuck!” Braxen cried as I gobbled up his shaft. “Lomasi.” His hands stroked my face. “Stop. I don't want to come yet.”
I drew back to stare up at him. “Can we have sex now?”
He chuckled, bent down, and picked me up. “Yes, we can have sex now.”
Brax carried me into the bedroom, then over to the couch. The setup was similar to my guest room, with the couch facingthe balcony. Outside, the sun shone brightly, heat radiating through the glass. I sighed when it hit me, then stretched as he set me down. On the couch.
I frowned, about to ask him why he hadn't taken me to bed, when Braxen spread my legs and knelt between them. He lifted my feet and set them on his broad shoulders as he bent his head. My hands went to his face, cradling him as he caressed me with his tongue. I was so close, right on the edge, so it only took a few licks for him to get to the center of my tootsie pop. I screeched, my grip going harsh, and jerked my hips up to him.
A happy growl came from Braxen as he continued to lick and suck me through my orgasm. Legs shaking, eyes closed, head back, and the sun warming me, I fell into the luxurious pleasure and let my body go. Let it shake without caring what I looked like. Because Braxen loved me. I knew it without him saying the words. I could feel his love in every flick of his tongue.
As if sensing my thoughts, Braxen lifted his head and said, “I love you, Lomasi.”
Still shuddering, I moved my feet onto the couch and said, “I love you, Braxen.” I was so glad to have waited for this moment to tell him. It was perfect. But then I needed more. I angled my sex up toward him. “Now, fuck me.”
With a primal growl, Brax rose onto his knees and thrust forward. I was so slick that he slid deep without having to guide himself. It helped that he was so thick—his cock unbending. But that same thickness prevented him from going to the hilt with the first thrust. He had to work me open a bit. Back and forth, deeper each time, with both of us groaning through it. At last, he was pressed against me, my legs wrapped around his waist.Braxen bent to kiss me and as we claimed each other's mouths, he began to thrust.
Had I just come? My body didn't seem to know. It went right back into arousal, that muscle-clenching need rising higher and higher with every slam of his hips. Heat gathered low, the tingles spread, and I clawed at Braxen's arms, needing even more.
With a growl, he pushed back and grabbed my thighs. Braxen's expression went primal as he sped up, his thrusts sending me into the cushions. I pushed back against the couch, getting enough leverage to meet him halfway, and looked from his beautiful face to where we came together. Curled as I was, I got a perfect view, and it was glorious—that hard flesh sliding into mine, and my sex clinging to him with every retreat, as if I couldn't bear to let him go. Braxen grunted, and I glanced up to find him staring there too.
“You're beautiful,” he panted. “So pink. Tight.” He groaned and arched backward as he continued to thrust. “Lomasi.”
“Braxen.” I ran my hands down his chest and played with his nipples. “Brax, don't stop.”
“I won't. Not until you scream for me again.”
And then Brax was pounding into me, shaking the couch so that it screeched on the wood floor. All I could do was hold on as Braxen went wild, his face gone feral and his eyes burning. I set my feet back on the couch and pushed. He was so deep inside me that I couldn't be sure where I ended and he began.
“Braxen,” I moaned. Then my body burst apart in the best way, and I screamed, “Braxen!”
“That's it,” he grunted, still thrusting.
But only seconds later, as I clenched around him, Brax locked up. Once, twice, thrice he slammed forward, then stayed pressed against me, his cock pulsing as he filled me. Instead of falling forward when he was done, Braxen slipped out of my body and picked me up. We were relatively dry by then, all but my hair. So when he laid me on his bed, I made sure to hang the wet mass off the edge.
Brax was just climbing in beside me when a knock came at the door.
“Merrick's made lunch,” Rune called. “Are you guys coming?”
“Too late,” Braxen whispered.
I chuckled, then called out, “We'll be right there.”
Brax grimaced.
“We can come back up afterward,” I promised.
He sighed. “All right. Then I'm going to make love to you for the rest of the night.”
“And fuck me,” I said.
Grinning, he agreed, “And fuck you until you scream my name again.”
Chapter Twenty-Eight
