“I’ll talk to Petra, I’ve networked enough for one night. Catherine and Taylor are also here, so it shouldn’t be an issue,” I say looking up at him, his stormy gaze locks on mine and I can think of nothing I’d rather do than be alone with this man.
* * *
Moonlight streams into the apartment. “Leave it,” I say when Braxton reaches for the light switch.
I open the door to the balcony, a chilly breeze spreading goosebumps on my skin. I feel him behind me, and I suck in a breath. He wraps a hand around my waist, placing a kiss on my ear.
“You’re exquisite, Eliana,” his voice is raspy.
He starts to undo the back of my dress, and I don’t stop him. Instead, I tilt my head to the side so he can place a kiss on my neck. I revel in the feel of his lips on my skin, his warm breath caressing me. His thumbs hook under the straps of my dress, pushing them over my shoulders slowly until the material pools at my feet, leaving me bare save for my lace G-string. He runs his hands down my sides, and his fingers dig into my waist as he tugs me closer to him. Brax’s hands come around me and cup both my breasts, squeezing gently until I let out a soft moan. My body is on fire, my senses heightened.
“Tell me to stop, and I will.”
“Don’t stop,” I whisper, reaching behind me to palm his erection. He turns me around to face him, and my breath hitches when he trails his knuckles down my cheeks. He leans in and brushes his soft lips against mine, his hands holding my face gently. He sucks my bottom lip into his before jutting his tongue out to claim my mouth in a kiss that awakens me and steals my breath all at once. I return the favor, our tongues exploring, fighting for dominance. He pulls me closer, his rough, calloused fingers running down my back before resting in the dip above my ass. Soft whimpers escape my lips, and desire throbs between my thighs.
Braxton breaks away then picks me up bridal style, carrying me into the bedroom. He sets me on the bed, removing his shirt and jacket.
Kneeling between my legs, he places soft kisses and bites from my knee down to my core. He repeats the torture as I buck off the bed, needing to feel more of him. He kisses me over my underwear then rips off the small swatch of material with his teeth, grinning up at me.
“That stung,” I let out a breathy giggle which is quickly swallowed up by his tongue dipping into my slit. I spread my thighs wider, letting out small moans of pleasure while lifting myself up to his face. He slips a finger into me.
“You’re so wet,” He grabs my ass and starts sucking on my clit until I’m writhing beneath him. I cry out an orgasm as he keeps lapping at me ferociously.
“Fuck. Fuck,” is all I can manage as I feel myself climbing yet again. After coming again, he places a soft kiss on my inner thigh and pushes off the bed. He stands, unbuttoning his pants and pulling them down with his boxers. His erection springs free, and my mouth waters at the sight, wanting to taste him, feel his warm length inside my mouth. I sit up then get on all fours, moving toward him, licking my lips. I wrap my hand around him, eliciting a groan of pleasure with each stroke. I replace my hands with my mouth, enjoying the feel of his smooth, velvety skin on my tongue. He lets out feral growls as I lick his length, my head bobbing back and forth, his hands gripping my head, guiding my movements.
“Look at me,” his voice is hoarse. I do as I’m told, looking up at him. The lust that burns in his eyes has my pussy clenching.
When my teasing licks become too much to bear, he slips his length into my mouth until he hits the back of my throat. He continues with his previous momentum, my hands now gripping onto his firm ass. His movements become more vigorous until he rumbles and pulls out of my mouth.
“I need to be inside you, now,” Brax commands, and I lie back on the bed, my naked body fully exposed to him. The way his eyes devour me makes me heat up in all the right places. “I have never seen anyone more exquisite,” I tug on my lower lip with my teeth as his gaze rakes over me. “But if you keep doing that…” He doesn’t finish his sentence, instead he pulls on a condom, lowering himself between my open thighs again, his tip against my entrance.
I try not to think about the fact that he carries a rubber around and had it available. But in all honesty, it turns me on, the thought of him anticipating this. His hands bare all his weight as he hovers over me, and I run my fingers through his hair and down his muscular back.
“You sure about this?” he rasps.
I wrap my hands around his waist, my legs wrapping around him as I tug him into me, a moan escaping my lips at the feel of his skin against mine, his hot breath against my lips.
No words are needed, we both knew this was coming. Lust and desire have been building between us since the day we met. There is nothing stopping us, not even our own fears. He plunges into me, his eyes closed, his hair falling over his brows. I gasp, at the way he fills me.
This is nothing short of delicious. The deeper he sinks, the farther he stretches me until I’m digging my nails into his back and lifting my hips to meet his movements. He thrusts slowly at first, rolling his hips, maximizing the pleasure before pulling out and pushing back inside me again. Our bodies moving in unison, sweat drenching our skin.
His eyes darken with desire, and his lips ravage mine. He moves to my neck, sucking at the sweet spot behind my ear, trailing kisses down my jaw, to my collarbone and chest, until he’s latching onto a nipple, sucking and nipping at it while he fucks me senseless. The harder he thrusts, the harder it becomes to stay quiet, cries of pleasure falling from my lips.
“Brax, oh, fuck…I’m so close...” I can feel the fire in my belly growing to intense levels, and when his plunges became feral, I let go and find my release, moaning into his shoulder.
“You’re so fucking perfect, Eliana.” His movements quicken, and he growls as he empties himself inside me. We lay there for a few moments, both of us out of breath, until he rolls off me, standing to discard the condom. I can’t help but admire his taut body, the tattoos etched across his skin. He climbs back onto the bed and leans on his elbow, smirking down at me, tracing circles on my stomach. The way he’s looking at me makes me blush, and I cover my face with my hands, peeking at him through my fingers.
“You weren’t so shy a few minutes ago.”
I tug his face closer to mine, placing a kiss on his mouth. “I’m not shy now.”
He tugs a blanket over us, wrapping an arm around my middle as he nuzzles his face into my hair. “I don’t want to leave.”
“Then don’t,” I say softly.
I close my eyes, snuggling closer to him.
