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Frantically I rifled through his pants until I found a strip of condoms. I tore one off and practically jumped back onto him before sliding it on as quickly as I could. Brandon grabbed my hips and shoved me down again, forcing me to take him fully. He took my hand and pressed it just above where our flesh met.
“Touch yourself,” he ordered.
His hips began to move. Barely able to think because my mind was so clouded with desire, I did as he said, massaging the tender spot while I reveled in the fullness of him. This was exactly what I needed.Hewas what I needed.
“Did you like that, baby?” he growled as he thrust, his hands locked on my hipbones. “Did you like how I felt, with nothing on?”
I couldn’t answer, only able to feel the length of him spearing me while I worked my fingers.
“Ummm,” I moaned, just as he tugged me down to his eager mouth.
His hands were steel while we rocked mercilessly, again and again and again. My fingers, trapped between our bodies, moved ferociously in time to his harsh rhythm.
“That’s how it’s meant to be, baby,” he said. “Just you and me, Skylar. Nothing between us.”
Brandon slowed his movements, causing me to sit back up and whimper. Both hands released my legs, and his deft fingers found my nipples, pinching them in a way that sent pulses of need straight through me, down to that place where his body met mine. His hips rolled slowly, forcing me to feel every single inch of him as he created that delicious friction. God, the shape of him was made for it—there was no other explanation as to how he was somehow able to make me come better than I could ever do for myself. My fingers pressed harder, doubling up on pleasure as I closed my eyes.
“One day you’re going to feel me all the way, baby,” Brandon said in between shattered breaths. “Just me, deep inside you, until you just. Can’t. Take. Any. More.”
He matched his thrusts to his words, each one stronger than the last as he finally forced me to come undone.
“Fuck!” I cried as I began to shake uncontrollably. “Ah!”
His hands released my aching breasts, and one grasped me around the neck, pulling me back down into his vibrating body. We shook desperately together, stricken with pleasure until we both lay limp and lifeless, our only movement the rise and fall of Brandon’s chest as he fought to catch his breath.
Finally, Brandon tilted my head up and laid a soft kiss on my lips.
“That was…” I started.
“Intense,” he finished. One hand stroked the top of my head, then fell lifelessly to the mattress. “I’ve…fuck. I’ve never wanted to do that so badly. Shit, Skylar, we almost—”
“I know,” I murmured into his chest. “I know.”
“I’m sorry.”
We lay silently, recovering as the reality of what had just happened gradually dawned on us both.
“It’s okay,” he said. “I didn’t come. Wasn’t even close.”
“I’m on the pill,” I said. The thump of his heartbeat rose clearly against my cheek. It pounded loudly, as sturdy as he was. “That’s not what I was thinking about.”
“Oh. Well, I’m clean, I promise. I was tested not too long ago. I’ll show you if you want—”
“That’s fine,” I interrupted, not yet ready to lose the hazy, post-coital warmth. “I’m clean too. I had a physical last month, and I was tested then.”
“So, we’re good,” Brandon said.
I sighed with pure contentment. “Yeah. We’re good.”
The contrast of his warm skin against the cool air was welcoming, and my body melted further into his.
“This room feels like you,” Brandon commented a few moments later.
“What, like in me?” My crude joke earned me a mild smack on the backside.
“No, perv,” he said. “Just in general. I didn’t see you as a madwoman in the attic, but other than the creepy rafters, it’s pretty much like I expected. The dollhouse furniture and the posters. It’s such a damn girl’s room.”
I returned his light-hearted smack, but I ended up hitting more mattress than man. In my sex-haze, though, I didn’t really care if he thought if my teenage bedroom was so typical.
