Scarlett closed her eyes as her head fell back on the mattress. With both his arms now threaded beneath her legs, his fingertips found her breasts, and he circled the tips of her nipples as he continued to taste her.
“You’re so good at this.” She praised him with her eyes still closed. The vibrator had revolutionized her sex life, but it couldn’t compare to this beautiful man working her over.
Lifting his head, he dotted kisses over her inner thighs. “I’m glad you like it. Want me to do anything differently?” he asked before licking hard against her hot core. His fingers continued to caress the buds of her nipples, the sensation driving her wild.
“The way you’re touching me…” she panted. “Keep going. That’s incredible.”
As his tongue massaged her clit, he drew bursts of pleasure from her nipples. Scarlett rocked against his tongue. It could have been seconds or minutes she was so lost in his touch.
Sheneededhim, and knowing it was Brayden licking her—she was so hot—her body tensed, and a sudden wave of pleasure overtook her, surprising her.
Scarlett moaned, gripped his strong forearms, and clamped her thighs to the sides of his face, riding the wave of her orgasm as it crashed over her. It was so different from the vibrator.Howwas it so different? Nothing else would ever satisfy her after this.
She collapsed back, panting.
“Did you just come for me?” Brayden asked.
Opening her eyes, she beamed at him. “Idid.”
His answering smile was delighted.
She held out her arms in an invitation. Brayden crawled toward her until he was next to her on the bed. She grasped him eagerly, pulling him closer. Her fingers wove into his hair as she leaned in for a kiss.
She could taste herself on his warm lips as she slid her tongue over his, and she loved it.
Pulling back, she stared into his eyes. “That was mind-blowing—the hottest experience of my life.”
“You’re stunning,” he murmured, still hard against her thigh as she rubbed herself against him. “Also, that didn’t seem especially difficult.” There was a wicked glint in his eye.
Her smile grew, and she nodded. “I can’t believe I just came. You’re… very talented.”
He chuckled. “I’m happy to go down on you literally anytime you like. Your pussy is paradise to me.”
“I’m ready now,” breathed Scarlett, pushing at him gently until he was flat on his back.
His eyes lit up. “Ready for another orgasm?”
“I’m ready for the part where you bury yourself so far insideme you forget everyone else.”
“Yes, please,” he said, his dark eyes full of hunger.
Rising to her knees, she slid her fingers across his stomach and under the waistband of his briefs, pulling his boxers down over his legs. Brayden lifted his hips to aid her. Scarlett bit her lip as she studied his naked body, following the tantalizing trail of hair down his stomach. He was rock-hard, and she touched the soft skin with her fingertips as he stared at her. His eyes blazed with intensity as he met her gaze, and she got the distinct impression he was struggling to wait for her to come to him.
Scarlett straddled him. He pulled her closer and took her nipple in his mouth, licking and sucking her breast greedily, until she pulled back, too desperate with need to wait any longer.
“Can we?” Scarlett asked, looking down at where they were touching but not yet joined.
“Fuck yes.”
She hovered over him, and he grasped her by her backside with one hand as he used the other to guide himself into her. Scarlett’s breaths quickened as they joined, her body welcoming him as he slid into her fully. At the same time, somewhere in the depths of her soul, her love for him deepened. Brayden was inside her, looking up at her, and she’d never felt so sure about anything as she was about him.
She was drenched, and the gliding sensation, coupled with the feeling of fullness as she began to ride him, built a wave of pleasure in her again. As she ground onto him, chasing that building sensation, Brayden’s breathing became jagged, and Scarlett leaned forward, panting as she bounced up and down.
“You feel so good.” With his strong hands on her hips, he thrust into her as she moved on him.
“I love this,” she said breathily.
He was hers. Every second he spent inside her made her more certain she was never going to love anyone but him. She wantedhim to come. Everything was so perfect—she just wanted him to be satisfied with her too.
