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He braces his arms on either side of my head, the tip of his nose brushing against mine. Every part of my body hums in approval at his closeness, yet weeps at the fact that he could be closer…deeper.
Running my hands up his arms, his muscles bulge beneath my touch, and I keep going until my hands are around his neck, my thumb running over his pulse, reminding me that he’s right here with me. The troubles of yesterday were a haunting nightmare that we miraculously avoided. I hitch my leg at his waist, my panty-covered core fluttering at the slight friction as he presses down a little more.
I want more. Ineedmore. And it has to benow. Answer or not.
Nothing is going to make him more real to me than feeling him inside my pussy, taking what he wants and needs and leaving me spent, just as he has before.
His eyes storm as they pierce into my own, touching my soul and setting me on fire without a single word or action. It should be embarrassing how easily I melt beneath him, but I’m too wound up to give a shit.
Brax balances on one arm as he moves the other hand to my thigh, hoisting my leg up even higher before he shuffles down the length of my body, not stopping until his face is level with my pussy. The sound of my panties ripping echoes around the dark room with a snap. Brax’s hot tongue swipes at my folds in the next second and the groan that parts my lips fills the room.
He starts off delicate and slow, running the pad of his tongue over every inch of me before he shifts to using the tip to tease my clit. Fisting the sheets beneath me, my back arches off the bed, but it doesn’t alleviate the tension rising in me like I desperately need it to.
When he finally spears his tongue into my entrance, my whimpers turn into a cry as my toes curl and his fingers join in, trailing the path his mouth has taken.
“Brax,” I plead, unsure exactly what it is I’m asking for, but that doesn’t matter to him. It’s like he has a sixth sense, knowing what my body needs before I do.
Two fingers thrust into my core next, scissoring and twisting inside of me, coiling my release even tighter before he sucks my clit into his mouth, and I’m a goner. My cries morph into a scream as my veins boil with the orgasm that rips through me, tossing me over the edge of ecstasy without a raft.
I blindly reach for him, attempting and failing to hold on to the short strands of his hair. I end up clawing at his scalp, too scared to look at the scratches I’m leaving behind as he wrings out every last drop of my climax.
“Brax,” I repeat, my body spent as he removes his fingers and releases my clit.
He still doesn’t utter a word in response as I make out the silhouette of him licking my essence off his fingers as he crawls back up the bed on his knees. He comes to a stop when his legs are braced on either side of my head, the outline of his cock beneath his boxers jutting out in my direction.
My arms are trapped beneath him, making it impossible for me to reach for his length, and a moment later, the layer of material separating us disappears. It takes me a second to process that he likely used his magic to do that, but the thought is brought to an abrupt halt when the tip of his dick runs against my lips.
I look up into his eyes, one brown, one green. Despite his words earlier, his silence confuses the fuck out of me. But there’s no time for me to understand it before he presses his thumb against my bottom lip, drawing it down and allowing his cock to press past my lips.
His thick length quickly fills my mouth and I hum around his girth as he shifts, bracing his hands on the headboard for support so he can get deeper. I tilt my head back the best I can, relaxing my throat as I take another inch of him. Each one stretches my mouth wider, and the final inch renders me breathless as he nudges at the back of my throat.
Holy. Fuck.
It takes a second for me to adjust and begin breathing out of my nose, and the second I’m comfortable, he retreats, leaving me missing his invasion. Even if I could piece together any words to snap at him, I don’t get a chance. The second the tip of his cock is resting against my lips, he’s slamming back inside, filling my mouth. I splutter this time, my hands rendered useless as I swallow him down, my eyes watering, and it’s the best sensation in the world.
He takes my mouth, he takes me, he takes everything, plundering his cock down my throat over and over, going deeper and deeper as I lay helpless to the onslaught. If anyone was going to bring out another kink in me, I should have known it would be him. This is on par with a hand around my throat, and I can’t get enough. The only thing that would make this better is if we combined the climax he gave me at the same time.
I’m ready to swallow this man down, take every drop he has to offer, and claim every ounce for myself. But as soon as the thought enters my mind, he slips from my mouth altogether.
Gasping for breath, I glare at him in the dark, not caring that he probably can’t tell how mad I am. “Brax,” I grind out, acutely aware that it’s the only word that’s been uttered between us this entire time, just with a different emotion attached to the end of it.
He doesn’t pay me any mind, though. He’s already moving back down my body, grabbing the hem of my tee that’s rolled up my stomach as he goes and yanking it off. The second the garment is discarded, I feel hands at my hips, and a breath later, I’m flipped onto my stomach.
Tingles trail up my spine, heat pooling in my core as I glance over my shoulder. His huge frame surrounds me as he lifts my hips into the air, bringing me to my knees while I scramble to hold my weight on my hands.
The rustle of protection sounds out and I manage to catch a glimmer of him rolling it down his length before he positions himself at my entrance.
I want him to speak, say something, anything, but I need to feel him more. There’s no denying the truth when it lingers so thick in the air between us. Not as he nudges my thighs even further apart. Not as he wraps his hand around my throat, flexing his fingers as he tightens his grip. And not as he thrusts so hard and fast inside of me, stars flicker at the corner of my vision.
His hips are punishing, unrelenting as he gives me no time to adjust to his cock, taking me again and again, chasing his own release. My whimpers are muffled by his hold on me, which only heightens everything I’m feeling under his rein.
I try to call out his name but it’s too garbled for him to notice as he pistons in and out of me, drawing me closer to the edge once more. Tears prick the corners of my eyes again, my body accepting the punishing thrusts as my excitement coats his cock. The bed shakes beneath us, but that doesn’t stop Brax or his efforts as his movements start to become jagged and he snarls. The guttural sound from the otherwise silent man is all I need to explode, my arms giving out as he continues to fuck me into the mattress.
I can’t breathe, I can’t see, I can’t do anything but feel, and it’s euphoric.
The smallest sob parts my lips when he retreats from my core, his hand relaxing at my neck until it’s completely gone, and the heat from his body disappears too. I’m a crumpled heap of limbs, succumbed to the pleasures that rippled through my veins.
The silence continues to expand over us as every second passes, and I expect him to get his shit together and leave. I’m counting down the seconds to it. But I should know better by now. Moments later, the sheets are draped over my bare skin as I’m enveloped in his muscular arms. He positions us in the exact same spot we were in when I first woke, his face nuzzling into my neck like no time has passed at all.
