Chapter Seventeen
Heat rose to Laura’s cheeks, as well as other key parts of her body.
Stopping in place across the room from him, she slowly pulled the drawstring on her pants, then wiggled her hips a little to help them fall. They dropped gently over her hips to her ankles, allowing her to step free of them. She could have sworn she saw Braden’s eyes twinkle with lust at the sight of her tiny red thong panties. “Nice, baby,” he murmured deeply, and the very sound of his voice made her pussy swell within the tight lace.
Next she lifted her hand to lower one shoulder strap of her cami, then the other. Where the white cotton remained stretched across her chest, she reached up both hands to slowly peel it down. It required a push and more hip-wiggling to help it the rest of the way before she finally stood before him in her red lace bra and undies. As always with Braden, she enjoyed being the object of his possessive gaze.
“Come to me, honey,” he said, and she padded across the carpet to where he stretched out, well-muscled and bare. She knelt next to him on the blanket, and he handed her a glass of white wine, taking up the other himself.
“To keeping the lights on,” he said, lifting his glass in a toast, “so I can see every beautiful inch of you.”
She released a small, thoughtful smile and raised her own glass. “To my sexy voyeur, who made me see so many new things.”
They sipped their wine, but quickly set the glasses aside. Laura found it difficult to sit that close to his full-on erection without touching it. So as soon as her hands were free, she reached out to stroke him, wrapping her fist around his length, loving the silk-over-steel feel of him, loving the way she made him moan. She bit her lip, studying his perfect cock, memorizing every long, lovely inch, watching the pre-come welled at the tip—and only eventually remembering to be surprised that scrutinizing him so boldly no longer made her feel sheepish.
Braden pulled in his breath as she squeezed and caressed him, and he couldn’t resist sliding his palm from her hip up to the curve of her breast. They looked beautiful tonight, captured in snug red lace, her cleavage deep and round. Damn, he was going to miss this heat, this connection he shared with her. He’d had more than his fair share of hot women and exciting affairs, but he’d never felt such trust from a woman—and he couldn’t help thinking Laura was the first girl he’d ever truly and wholly seduced in the purest sense of the word.
Her small hand pumped his dick with slow, aching precision, the sensation sweet enough that a selfish man would have been content to lay back and let her work him over that way all night long. But this was his last night with Laura, a fact he was all too painfully aware of, so he felt the urge to take control, to make sure he got all of her he could before they were done here.
Sitting up, he slipped his thumbs into the red straps of her bra and eased them off her shoulders. His groin tightened further at the sight of the lace falling just past her lush pink nipples, hard and pointed. The bra still cupped the bottoms of her breasts, underlining them with lace. He simply beheld them for a moment, then stroked his thumbs across the pert peaks. She drew in her breath—a soft, scintillating sound—and he found himself tweaking the pink tips, twirling the taut buds between his fingertips until her breath came harder, harder.
He leaned in to kiss her and the sensation ran all through him, heightening his reaction to her continued strokes between his legs.
“I love when you touch me,” she said on a ragged whisper.
The words ignited a fresh blaze deep inside him. “I love to hear you say that. When we first met, you never would’ve said something like that.”
Her eyes appeared glazed, and her chest heaved with labored breathing. “You changed me.”
He met her gaze—and had to have more of her.
Capturing her wrists in his hands, he pushed her to her back on the quilt, shifting to hover over her, let his body graze the slopes of hers. His erection skimmed her soft belly. “I want you so damn much,” he ground out through clenched teeth before he pressed his mouth hungrily back to hers. Her fingers wound through his hair and her thighs parted beneath him so that he could nestle his hard length where she was the softest.
Breaking the kiss, he dropped his mouth to her breasts, suckling first one then the other, his cock going harder every time she moaned. He held the outer curves of her breasts with both hands as he switched back and forth between them, sucking soft and sweet, using his tongue to lick, then pulling harder, wanting to take them deep, wanting to feel her nipples elongate even farther between his lips. She whimpered beneath him now, lifting her crotch against him, and he loved making her so wild, taking away her control. That’s what he’d yearned for from the beginning—to make Laura drop that shy little shield of protection, to take away all her inhibitions. And now he had it, sweet Laura writhing and trembling beneath him, responding to his every touch.
“I need to taste your pussy,” he rasped over her, then kissed his way down her smooth stomach, listening to her breath catch with each inch he descended.
“Yes,” she breathed before he was even there. “Yes, baby, please.”
A bolt of masculine satisfaction shot through him, spreading outward when he lowered a kiss to the front of her pretty panties. Her breath still came heavy as he hooked his thumbs through the elastic at both hips and proceeded to roll them slowly down. His blood ran hotter the second his eyes fell on that lovely pussy she’d bared just for him.
Tossing the thong quickly aside, he parted her legs again, wide, and knelt to kiss her moist pink folds. She sighed, and he used both thumbs to play with the delicate creases of warm flesh as he lowered another kiss to her clit, swollen and damp. This time she moaned.
He kissed the hot nub again with both tongue and lips as she lifted against his mouth in a slow, sensual rhythm that drove him wild. Dropping lower, he licked deeply into her, drinking of her, wanting to take her juices inside him, wanting to feel her welcoming wetness in his mouth, on his mouth, on his face. If ever there was a place a man wanted to drown . . .
God, he needed still more of her, needed to have her in other ways. He always tried to be a generous lover, with Laura especially—giving her pleasure brought him more pleasure than he could easily understand—but at the moment, he needed to take, just a little. His cock ached for her.
Rising up over her again, peering down into her sweet, impassioned eyes, he said, “I need to fuck you, baby.”
She sighed hotly in reply and the sweet desire on her face drew him in, made him focus on her perfect mouth, made him think of how incredible she looked sucking him. He ran the tip of his index finger in a circle around the edge of her parted lips. “I need to fuck you . . . here,” he whispered, then let his finger dip inside. She sucked it wetly as he pulled it back out, then shifted upward so that his knees rested on either side of her head, and used one hand to slowly ease the tip of his shaft between her lips.
She opened eagerly, moaning her pleasure. God, she was beautiful taking his cock into that pretty mouth, letting him move in and out, in and out—so good, so very good. When she reached up to cup his balls, he groaned and slid in a little deeper.
But he forced himself to slowly extract his wet length from those sweet, moist lips, backing down her body just enough that it came to rest between her supple breasts. “And I need to fuck you here,” he breathed, using his hands to press the two soft mounds around his erection as he slipped wetly back and forth in the valley between.
“Oh . . .” she cooed, hot and aroused, and he loved that she enjoyed this as much as he did. Her eyes fell shut in sheer delight, and he fucked her slow and deep that way, the lace of the bra underneath abrading his skin lightly, teasing his balls.
Finally, he released her breasts and headed south once more until he knelt between her legs, nudging his shaft at her beautifully parted cunt. “And I need to fuck you here,” he told her, then drove into her warm, tight passageway, amazed at how easily her body accepted him now.
She sobbed heatedly, lifting to take him deeper, and as he drove farther into the welcoming tunnel, she let out a severely pleasured moan. “Love when you’re inside me, Braden. Love how big you are in me.”
He still knelt, upright, with her thighs hugging his hips. He braced his hands on her ass and pulled her toward him, again, again, listening to her hot little cries at each deep thrust. “Do you want to ride me, my naughty little girl?”
“Mmm,” she purred, looking lost in the heady passion. “Yes, baby—yes.”
Bending over her, he slid his arms up the length of her back and said, “Wrap around me.” She did so, with both arms and legs, allowing him to haul her up into his lap without disconnecting their bodies.
“Oh!” she screeched at the deeper impact of sitting up on his cock. He watched as she bit her lip and absorbed the hot pleasure the position provided.
“I love that you feel it deeper this way,” he told her. And he also loved fucking her with their faces so close, her nipples grazing his chest, their limbs entwined. He loved everything about the woman, and he wanted this hot little ride to take her to heaven.
Laura began to move on him, her body responding instinctively. His erection felt like it stretched forever inside her, like it must be expanding the depths of her pussy with every thrust. She gripped his strong shoulders and started to grind against him, her clit rubbing against the flesh above his shaft.
He leaned back against the window, seeming to relax a bit as she recaptured control. They kissed, their tongues touching, lips lingering, and Braden’s sure hands caressed her breasts above the bra.
“Suck them,” she said, looking boldly into his eyes.
“Ah, damn,” he groaned, his voice brimming with the usual heat, and when he bent to take one of her needy nipples into his mouth, it pushed her closer toward the orgasm building inside her.
“Oh God, baby, yeah,” she murmured amid the swallowing pleasure.
She rode him hard, concentrating on his firm cock inside her and the way her clit brushed against him with every undulation of her hips; concentrating on the hot pull of his mouth at her breast, on the sound of her breathing. He lifted his head and she looked into his dark eyes, took in his handsome face, and she saw in the periphery the multitude of stars surrounding him, seeming close enough to touch even though they were millions of miles away.
“I’m gonna make you come now,” he promised, and she wondered how he could possibly say such a thing with so much confidence, yet at the same time, she totally believed him.
With his hands on her bottom, he pressed the tip of one finger to the fissure of her ass—and sent her exploding into space. The pleasure swept through her from head to toe, the mind-blowing orgasm nearly swallowing her, somehow seeming all the more engulfing for the view of the cosmos out the window at his back.
When the intense, jolting sensations finally passed, she found herself spent, leaning to rest her forehead on his shoulder.
She could almost feel his grin when he said, “Think you’ll recover?”
“I don’t know,” she said, breathless. “Sometimes, with you, the way I come . . . it’s just so powerful. You make me crazed.” She lifted her head to see his smile unfurl farther.
“So I noticed. Anything I can do to make you feel better?”
She tilted her head. “Um . . . a backrub, maybe?”
He laughed. “Are you kidding?”
She shook her head. “If you want me to be able to go on, you’re gonna have to relax me a little, restore my energy.”
He gave his head a chiding tilt. “Be it known, little miss snowflake, that I don’t usually stop mid-fuck to give a backrub.” Yet even as he said it, he was lifting her off him, turning her over on the quilt, then straddling her hips to begin slowly massaging her shoulders.
“Then I must be special.”
He dropped a quick kiss between her shoulder blades and said near her ear, “Yes, you must be. How’s that feel?”
“Mmm,” she sighed. “Nice.”
“I aim to please.”
“You aim quite well—especially with that big tool of yours.”
The remark earned a laugh from him as he continued with the soothing massage. “Who’d have thought you’d turn out to be such a bad girl?”
“You, apparently,” she reminded him. “You worked awfully hard to make me into one.”
He gently unhooked her bra to continue the rub but before long reached around beneath her, seeking her breasts. She found herself lifting, to give him access, moaning as his hands closed back over the soft flesh, catching the nipples gently between his fingers. “You’re right, I did. And now that you’re such a naughty girl, I’m going to have to spank you.”
She looked over her shoulder, bit her lip. His cock rested in the valley of her ass. “You said we’d get to that, but I’d forgotten about it.”
His voice dropped to a low whisper. “You need to be punished.”
The truth was, Laura had no idea what the fuss was about spankings, but she figured if anyone could show her, it was Braden. “Discipline me,” she said.
As Braden eased off her, she found herself spreading her legs so he could kneel between, bending over her. The tip of his hard shaft still jutted slightly into her ass, making her feel the vague desire to shift, so it would fall in the middle. She did, and they both sighed—just before the flat of his hand struck her rear.
“Oh!” she cried, flinching.
She’d barely recovered when he slapped his palm down again.
This time, she held in her shriek, but emitted more of a grunt, gritting her teeth.
By the time the third strike came, she realized that the little shock it sent through her already aroused body heightened the sensation—all over.
And as his spanking continued, as he told her again what a naughty, naughty girl she’d been, the blows began to reverberate through her ass down into her pussy, making it tingle hotly and burn for more stimulation. She realized her cries now sounded a lot more like moans, and that she yearned to be fucked again. She found herself lifting her ass in the air, higher, higher, seeking more of his hot spanking, as he said, “Have you been sufficiently punished yet? Or do you need more?”
“I—I’m not sure.” She peeked over her shoulder again. “But I definitely need more of something.”
His wicked grin said he could read her state of excitement loud and clear. Slowly, he hooked one arm around her waist, warm and firm, and leaned over her back, pressing his chest there, to whisper slowly, deeply in her ear, all seriousness. “Is there anything else I can do for you, baby? Anything we haven’t done, haven’t tried—any games we haven’t played that you want to play? Any pleasure I can bring you that I haven’t brought you already?”
His hard length had slid fully into the crease of her ass again, and she found herself desiring more sensation there, and peeking numbly over her shoulder at his face, then lower, but not saying anything.
He rubbed gently against her, and she moaned.
The next time she looked back at him, his eyes twinkled darkly. “You want me to fuck your tight little ass.” A statement, not a question.
She shivered and replied honestly. “Actually, I’m afraid of it. Afraid it will hurt and ruin the night.”
His face was only an inch from hers when he said, “I would never let that happen.” And without waiting for her to answer, he pulled her up with that anchoring arm onto her hands and knees and dipped two fingers from his free hand into the damp flesh between her thighs. “Oh God,” she said at the unexpected touch, surprised when he pushed them deep, all the way inside her pussy. She responded, unable not to, thrusting back against them, taking them to the hilt. She let out hot breaths with each stroke, aware she could hear them moving in her wetness.
Which is when he pulled them out.
She tossed a look over her shoulder, ready to protest—when he slid one wet finger smoothly into her asshole.
“Oh!” she cried out, both star
tled and weakened. She’d never felt anything like it. New, fresh, hot sensation in an entirely different opening.
Just like with her pussy, he began sliding his finger in and out—and she followed her instincts, starting to move gingerly against it, meeting the soft drives. Her face flushed with heat as she tried to get used to this new sort of fucking, and her arms began to feel weak. But her body continued moving, taking, accepting, wanting more.
“How’s that, baby?” he asked. “Feel good?”
She couldn’t deny it—although an “mmm” was the only answer she could manage.
“That’s right,” he said softly. “Fuck my fingers. Fuck my fingers with your sweet little ass.”
She was about to think, Fingers? As in more than one? when she felt a second enter. “Oh God, Braden.”
“Good?”
“Yeah,” she breathed.
Soon, he thrust harder, rougher, and she heard her hot whimpers but was barely aware of making the sounds. She was losing herself in the odd sensation, feeling her body filling with heat, and aware she wanted more.
“You want my cock there, baby?” he leaned near her ear to ask.
She knew it was a rhetorical question, knew he was planning to give it to her whether or not she was brave enough to ask for it. But a sense of self-preservation made her utter one word amid her intense arousal. “Scared.”
He slowed the drives of his fingers and spoke soothingly. “Nothing to fear, honey, I promise. Just relax. And enjoy. Think about how good your ass feels right now. Think about how you want more, how you want my cock deep inside you there.” Then his voice dropped to a sultry whisper. “I have to do it, Laura. I have to be the man who takes that last little shred of virginity from you. You know that, don’t you?”
She understood what he was saying—it only made sense. If she wanted it, he was the right man to give it to her. And it had to be now, tonight. And if she got this close to it without experiencing it, she would always regret it, always wonder how it would have felt. “Yes,” she finally said, her voice small but sure.
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