Hands linked, it was shocking to find hers steady and his shaking. As he’d yet to utter another word, Raven squeezed his hands and waited until his eyes stopped jumping all over the room and focused on her.
“I want this, Bran. With you. Tonight.”
“I... you’re sure, Raven? If you change your mind, I promise, I’ll understand, and Iwillwait. You’re worth that and more to me.”
“I’m sure. I promise, if I do change my mind, Iwilltell you.”
“Do you mind, then, if we move things along? I mean... shit... not in a rush way, well, kind of in a rush... for fuck’s sake,” Bran huffed in laughter, running a hand through his hair, making it stand on end. “I’m usually a lot more mature, I swear,” Bran joked.
Raven laughed, as it sounded so much like something she’d say. Holding up her hand, she stopped Bran from continuing.“I completely understand. Remember me telling you my sisters and I read alotof romances? Stop me if I’m wrong. You know I’m a virgin, and you want to take things slow. You’re also incredibly horny, and you want to rip my clothes off, throw me on the bed, and have your wild way with me. You want my first time to be sonnets and roses, soft looks, and gentle kisses. Your body wants hard and rough and intense.”
“Umm, well, yes. That about sums it up. Romances are... they are... intuitive.”
Raven snorted at this. “Very intuitive.” Raven decided to take the decision from Bran’s hands and began unbuttoning his shirt. He stayed completely still as Raven parted the two halves. Using the flat of her palms against his bare chest, she ran them up and over his broad shoulders to slip the material from his body.
Their breaths shallowed at the contact. Raven silently wished the playlist in the living room was louder— much louder. Raven could barely make out Walking On Cars crooningColonize My Heart. Dom must not read minds, or he would have already used an app to crank up the volume for her.
Bran was watching every move, like her undressing him was the most erotic moment of his life. With this in mind, she slid her hand back down his chest, slowly letting her fingers feel the grooves and valleys of his abs. When her fingers touched the waistband of his slacks, she paused for only a moment before placing two fingers lightly behind the fly, so her other hand was free to work the button.
Bran hissed air between his teeth. “Oh God, Rave. You’re killing me.”
Raven decided to hold off on the zipper and told Bran to take his shoes and socks off. In what could only be described as vampiric speed, he complied, pulling her back into his personal space as he stood up. Smiling at his exuberance, she rewarded him by sliding down the zipper.
With reverence, she braced her palms at his hips and, hooking her thumbs into both his boxers and pants, slid them down. Not very far, as the case may be. His very erect penis was... kind of hung up in the shorts.
Even romance novels had a few snags, she reminded herself. There was nothing for it but to carry on. Drumming up a nonchalance she didn’t feel, she reached into the front of his trousers and gently wrapped her fingers around what, according to her books, was averyimpressiveerection.
“Raven, Jesus.” Bran took over. He wrapped his hand around hers and stroked himself slowly. Once, twice, before removing her hand and ripping his pants and underwear the rest of the way off.
Raven went to move in close again. “Your body is... wow.” Bran was golden. Everywhere. Sculpted, lean muscle, chiseled and grooved. Art. White hairs sprinkled his chest, trailing an icy path to his... Raven licked her suddenly dry lips. Nude Bran deserved poetry. She couldn’t help but trail her fingers down the oblique channels currently framing Bran’s imposing appendage.
“No. No, babe. If you touch me like that before I gain a modicum of control over myself, this will all end way before we want.”
With that said, he reached for Raven and slowly spun her around. As one hand moved her long hair over her shoulder to rest down her front, his other found the zipper to her cocktail dress. Slowly, the black silk slip dress loosened and, with the slightest whisper, slid down her body.
Still facing away from Bran, Raven didn’t move. She wore simple, black heels with matching nude lace panties and bra. She’d known,oh, she’d known, when she’d put them on tonight, that he would be able to see through the material.
“Fuck, Raven, you’re stunning.”
Raven shivered as his long, thick fingers traced down her back, flaring out and around her ass, squeezing her cheeks. His rough moan drew a soft moan of her own. He pulled her to him until her back was flush with his body, letting his hands glide around her waist and skim her flat stomach before cupping her breasts.
So good,so good,so goodwas Raven’s silent mantra as she let her head fall back to see Bran’s face. He kissed her then, fierce and wild, while partially turning her to unclasp her bra, devouring her mouth as he did. The bra landed on the floor. Bran lifted her in his arms. She was weightless for only a second before her overheated skin felt the bed’s soft, cool sheets.
“I can’t believe your mine.” He took her heels off, placing each foot gently on the end of the bed. Bending close, he hooked his fingers in her panties and slid them down her thighs and over her knees before she lifted her feet enough to pull them free.
Overriding her first reaction to cover herself, Raven left her hands loose at her sides and watched Bran look at every part of her body. He put first one knee and then the other on the bed, straddling her ribs. His sex... mesmerizing. Before her hands could follow her wondering eyes, Bran’s wrapped around her sides, lifting and shifting her just enough to place her at the head of the bed, throwing the mounds of pillows to the floor.
Raven’s breath was sawing in and out of her throat in anticipation.
“I have to taste you,” Bran said, his eyes roving down her body.
She’d always wondered, fantasized, about a man’s mouth worshiping her body, and Bran was looking at her like a feast. Her core fluttered from his eyes alone, need making her slowly twist her hips in anticipation.
Bran kissed her then, his tongue an erotic simulation of what their bodies would do in truth soon. Leaving her mouth,he licked and sucked his way down her neck, her shoulders, and between her breasts. Leaning back, he watched himself squeeze both breasts, kneading them and rolling and pinching her nipples. While one hand continued to work a breast, his mouth worked the other, sucking the nipple in hard, licking little bites before blowing on the distended flesh. She was frantically writhing her body underneath his, frustrated at finding no purchase.
“I could spend hours on your tits, Raven, but not this time.”
Bran’s voice was hoarse as he took in the marks he’d left across her chest. He traced a reddened bite mark on the side of one breast.
