“No one is telling you that you have to, but just for your sister’s sake, you might want to keep your opinions to yourself and let this play out a bit before you hulk out on her.”
“Fine!” he exclaimed, grabbing my hands in his. “As long as you help distract me.”
* * *
“Areyou sure you’re ready?” Brayden asked me for the third time.
I grabbed his belt, starting to fumble with the buckle. “I have wanted this since the first time you got me into this bed.”
He pulled my shirt up over my head. “How do you want it, baby?” he growled before letting his teeth sink into my neck. I jumped a little from the pain.
“Too much?” he asked, retreating.
I pulled him back to me. “I’m just not used to someone biting me.”
We started making out. It had been so long since I had slept with anyone that I felt like that damn Madonna song should be playing on loop as we did the deed.
Brayden’s fingers pulled at my bra and jeans until I was in nothing but my black lace thong. He shoved up from the bed, his gaze devouring my body as he got down to his boxers.
“How long has it been, Karla?” he asked in his husky bedroom voice.
I bit my lip. “Too long.”
“Was he the last one?” I knew Brayden was asking about James, and it was sad to say that, for more than two years, all my orgasms had been brought to me by a battery-operated O-maker.
I nodded.
Brayden knelt on the bed. “I am going to give you something I have never given to any woman.” He pulled me to my knees so we were looking at each other.
“What’s that?” I naïvely asked.
He softly kissed me before answering, “My submission.”
I pulled away from him. I had no earthly idea what he was talking about.
He read my face and continued without me having to ask another dumb question. “I am a very dominant lover, Karla. I am usually rough and vulgar and pull pleasure out of my partner by first inflicting pain. Tonight, you’re going to be in complete control. You can do as much or as little as you’re comfortable with. I will walk you through it if you want me to, or you can just explore. Whatever you want to do, you can.”
I rolled my fingers down his chest, feeling all his toned muscles. I traced the swallow tattoo over his heart, the one he had gotten for his mother after her passing. “What if I just want you to make love to me? Gentle and sweet.”
I looked deep into his eyes as a small smile played on his lips. “Your wish is my command.”
He laid me down on my back, slowly pulling my lace underwear off. His soft lips traveled from mouth down my neck and over my collarbone. Without stopping, he reached over and opened the top drawer of his nightstand.
“Wait.” I shifted a little. “Don’t use a condom.”
He made sure I was looking right at him. “Are you certain?”
I gently kissed him before replying. “I want to really feel you. I’m on the pill. I trust you.”
Brayden shut the drawer and continued to kiss over my body. “May I go down on you?” he asked before slowly starting to suck on my nipple.
“Yes.” I exhaled slowly; it felt so amazing how gentle and tender his touch was.
Right as his tongue connected with my clit, electricity coursed through every cell in my body. “Holy fuck!” I cried out as he plunged his tongue into my wetness.
“That good?” He laughed a little.
“Don’t stop,” I moaned, arching my back to get my pussy as close to him as possible.
