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She stared up at him, fighting past her dazed senses and the need for his kiss as she felt cool air meet the bare flesh of her stomach. He was taking her shirt off, lifting it slowly as his tongue stroked her lips, the taste of cinnamon and brown sugar tempting her.
"Braden. " She was shaking, her breasts so swollen, so sensitive that the thought of him touching them stole her breath. Never had arousal been so intense or pleasure so fiery.
"Yes, baby?’ The hungry growl weakened her knees as she felt the shirt lift slowly over the material of her bra.
"Kiss me. " Her hands still gripped his forearms, even as they rose, his hands lifting her arms before whisking the material of her shirt over her head.
"I will. " He nipped at her lips. "I promise. But not yet. I want you to feel this first. I want you to know it. To know you need it, hunger for it, before I kiss you. "
"You kissed me last night. " She panted roughly as he caught her hands and lifted them, holding her wrists in one hand and stretching them above her head as the other flipped open the latch of her bra.
"Braden. " She fought to breathe as she felt the material part, the lace scraping against her sensitive nipples. He stared down at her with narrowed eyes.
"One kiss. " He growled, his head lowering. "That was just one kiss. "
He smoothed the material from the swollen mounds, making certain to rasp it over the burning tips of her nipples as she cried out at the sensation. Wicked forks of fire shot from the heated tips to her womb, stealing her breath, her mind, as she trembled at the caress. Her eyes closed, her body jerking in sensory overload as she felt his breath whisper over the tips.
"So pretty," His voice was like dark, midnight-velvet, rough and sensual.
"The softest pink in the world. Innocent pink. Are you a virgin, Megan?"
She shook her head desperately.
"Thank God for that. " His voice echoed with relief, with an erotic hunger that stole her breath. "Because I don't know if I would have the control to take you as you deserved if you were that innocent. And God knows it would kill me to hurt you. "
His tongue licked over her nipple with just a hint of roughness. It was enough to have her arching against him, her pussy convulsing as heated liquid flowed from it. She twisted in his grip, desperate to get closer, to feel the moist caress just one more time. When it came she nearly screamed. His lips covered the tender peak, drawing it into the furnace of his mouth as he began to suckle her. His tongue flickered over it like a wild flame as a hungry growl echoed around her. Heat raged around her, through her, ripped through her womb and exploded through her body as he sucked at her breast, nipped at her nipple, and tortured her with a pleasure she could not have imagined existed.
"Braden" Her hips arched against the wedge of his cock as his knees bent and he thrust against her jeans covered mound.
She could feel him, thick, hard. Between layers of clothing he burned her, stole reason and pushed her closer to a mindless abyss of pleasure. His tongue flickered over her straining nipple as he bent to her, suckling at her with a slow, easy rhythm.
"I can smell you. " His voice was almost reverent, his lips drawing her gaze, the swollen curves heavy, sensual.
"As sweet as a spring rain, as hot as fire. I want to taste you, Megan. "
She swallowed, certain she wouldn't survive the overload of pleasure. She stood still, staring back at him, trembling as he released the snap of her jeans and lowered the zipper slowly.
"Kick your shoes off. "
Megan moved to toe the sneakers from her feet, forcing her legs to obey the simple commands as his head lowered, his lips caressing her collarbone, his teeth scraping it.
"Good girl," he crooned when the shoes were pushed aside.
Slowly he lowered her arms, releasing her wrists as he placed her hands against his lower stomach. He gripped the T-shirt he wore and jerked it over his head, staring back at her intently.
"Undo my jeans. " He growled.
"Braden. " Her hands trembled as the heat of his flesh soaked through her palms. "I can't think. " She shook her head weakly, fighting to make sense of the needs tearing through her, the lust so unfamiliar, so much stronger than anything else she had ever known.
"Then don't think, baby. " His hands cupped her face before moving to her hair, pulling at the length of her braid. "You undo the pants, I'll release the braid. Such soft, pretty hair. I want to feel it brushing over me, Megan, caressing me. "
Her fingers gripped the snap of his jeans. God, she had never even done this before. It came loose easily, sliding from its mooring as his abdomen flexed with a convulsive shudder.
"The zipper now. " The nylon band that held her hair came free.
The feel of his fingers unwinding the thick ropes of hair made her eyes close, her fingers moving to the zipper. Beneath it, his cock throbbed, thick and warm; it waited beneath the material for freedom. Pulsed in eagerness.
She gripped the tab of the zipper, lowering it, easing it over the straining length of his erection. Her thighs clenched against the ravenous need,
the hunger burning her alive.
"There you go. " Her hair was free and so was his cock. Thick, hard, the material of his jeans parted over the straining length as his hands moved to her jeans, pushing at the material and quickly moving it over her hips to her knees.
"Lift. " He gripped her thigh, forcing her to lift her leg from the material before repeating it on the other.
All that protected her now were her panties. Wet, sodden silk that clung to her flesh as her knees weakened dangerously.
Gasping, her hands gripped Braden's shoulders; as he bent and lifted her into his arms. She could feel the strength in his powerful arms, feel the need that held him in its grip as firmly as it held her.
His expression was tight, his eyes gleaming with hunger. But even more, she felt tenderness despite the obvious savage need ripping through him. She felt his determination to hold her, to gentle her, felt his fear of hurting her. The wash of emotions was intense, all consuming. The ability to feel what her lover felt during sex was one of the reasons she had abstained for so long. The powerful mix of lust, triumph and self satisfaction had turned the act into something to be avoided rather than experienced.
With Braden it was different. As his tongue twined with hers, she could feel the incredible control he was exerting over himself. Just as she could feel his needs. The images flickered through her mind, explicit, erotic. She moaned, her own hunger increasing as he laid her back on the bed. He bent and removed his boots quickly, then straightened to push his jeans over long, powerful thighs. His body appeared completely hairless. Even the heavy sac beneath the length of his erection looked smooth, impossibly sexy.
As he stood before her, staring down at her, she could feel the blood pumping through her body, adrenaline and lust flaming beneath her flesh.
"It hurts. " Her womb flexed as the muscles tightened in her vagina. "It's not supposed to hurt, Braden. "
Fear mixed with desire as the implications of what was happening began to hit her. Uncontrolled hunger beat at her like the wings of a frightened bird as she felt her pussy spasming with a greedy lust she couldn't control.
"Not for much longer," he promised sensually as he lay on his side next to her. He leaned over her as he eased her into his embrace, one hand stroking her thigh. "I promise it won't hurt much longer.
His lips slanted over hers as she felt his hand moving closer to the
soaked material of the panties. Felt his fingers caress the damp material as he growled fiercely. She was flaming, burning. Her thighs parted for him as her hips lifted, pushing closer, needing more.
Suddenly the fierce control that held him back snapped. She felt it, gloried in it even as she feared it. The sound of the panties ripping from her body was accompanied by her own desperate moan as his fingers touched her, parted the swollen
lips and slid through the thick cream that covered them.
Her hips bucked, a moan tearing from her throat as his finger circled the tender opening, caressing her, teasing her with his touch a second before he began to enter her. She felt the rasp of his calloused finger as she writhed in his grip. Her vaginal muscles tightened around it, begging for more.
Within seconds there was more. Another finger joined the first, working in slowly, stretching her, preparing her for more. Her hands were buried in his hair as she drank in his kiss, his taste. The sweet taste of the destructive hormone blazed within her, sending her senses careening with a pleasure she could never have imagined possible.
Her thighs parted farther, her hips moving against his hand as her clit grazed against his palm, sending fireworks blazing through her nerve endings. She was close. Oh God, she was so close.
"Not yet. " The fierce growl came as he tore his lips from hers and slid his fingers from the tight, wet clasp of her body.
"Don't don't you dare stop. " She reached for him, fighting against the powerful hand that once again gripped her wrists as he began to move from her.
"Stay still, Megan. " His voice was a whiplash of demand and furious lust.
"For God's sake, don't start fighting. "
He pushed her legs apart as he held her still, moving between them before shockingly lowering his head to the slick, swollen folds of her sex.
His tongue swiped through her tender flesh as a growl of pleasure tore from his throat and her hips drove upwards involuntarily. He released her wrists, only to grip her hips and hold her still as his tongue circled her clit before moving lower to lap at the liquid heat flowing from her body.
So close. Her thighs tightened as the wicked tongue moved over her flesh, his destructive lips sucking her clit between them. He flicked at it with his tongue before moving lower, lifting her, and then driving inside the greedy depths of her body and triggering an explosion that had her screaming in release. Her body tightened, arched further as her head fell back, her lips opening as cries tore from her throat.
As though he had been waiting just for that, Braden came quickly to his knees, lifted her closer then tucked the head of his cock at the suckling mouth of her vagina before beginning to move inside.
Megan shuddered beneath him as she felt him begin to stretch her. Felt each slow thrust and retreat as he began to work his erection into the convulsing sheath. It was too much sensation. Violent flares of pleasure tore through her body with each inch pressed into her. She stared up at his face in dazed fascination.
His lips were pulled back from his teeth, his head thrown back as the muscles of his neck flexed powerfully.
His hair flowed around him as perspiration gleamed over his body. His hips worked slowly, pushing forward, drawing back, stealing her breath as another inch of her pussy was conquered with each forward motion. Desperately, her hands clenched in the blankets beneath her as her whimpers again turned to cries and muttered, senseless pleas.
Fireworks were exploding inside her, searing each nerve ending, burning tender flesh as he worked deeper inside her.
"More. " She was gasping for breath as she made the order, her body demanding that he hurry. "Please, Braden. It's not enough. More. "
His snarl filled the heavy, lust-filled air of the room as his hips rolled, pushing him further inside her. Yet it wasn't enough. Hungry greed echoed in her clenching vagina, which spasmed with sensation as her juices spilled around his flesh.
"Dammit, if you're going to fuck me then do it," she cried. "Stop teasing me to death_"
She cried out a second later as he drove home, burying the hard length of his cock inside her.
Control was a thing of the past. There was nothing now but the drive to release, the need to still the burning hunger raging through her. Her hips lifted with no urging from his hands. Her cunt milked at the driving flesh, tightening around him, flexing, pulsing as each stroke drove her higher, sent her flying until her orgasm slammed through her. It jerked her shoulders from the bed as her hands gripped his arms, her eyes staring into his as he drove home again. Harder. Deeper. A tight, almost painful grimace twisted his expression as she felt the head of his cock throb, swell further, then…