by Tessa Teevan
As my breath tickles her neck, I push one finger inside her, and she shivers with anticipation. I pump my finger in and out of her, giving her a preview of what's to come.
"Branson," she breathes, arching her back.
She takes one hand off the table and places it behind her, where she tries to grip my cock. As I remove my finger from her warm, dripping cunt in order to grasp her wrist and place it back on the counter, she whimpers. God, if I were a fucking perv, I’d take a picture of the sight before me. Ariana’s spread out like my own personal fucking buffet. Her arms wide, her legs spread, her pussy so wet for me. Fuck—at this point, I just hope I fucking last.
When my hand moves back between her legs, she clenches her thighs together. “No,” she says, and I still instantly, my dick raging, my brain on fire, and my heart beating wildly.
Letting out a deep breath, I take a step back. “Uh…fuck,” I mutter, throwing my head up and staring at the ceiling, ready to ask God why he hates me so much.
She turns and looks at me, and she must see the pained expression on my face because she’s quick to correct herself. “No, I don’t mean no. I just mean no more foreplay. We had enough of that this morning. I’m ready for you. I want you inside me. Bend me over this counter and fuck me, Branson. Hard and fast. Make me come,” she orders, her eyes heated and waiting for me to dare defy her.
I move back in behind her and push her down so she's bent over the counter, her ass lifting up for me. As if her pussy were made for me, my dick migrates straight to her entrance, and without preamble, I slam into her just like she asked—hard and fast. She gasps as I seat myself to the hilt, pausing slightly to take in the feel of her warm, tight pussy surrounding my cock. It's been so fucking long since I've been with a woman, especially one who actually can fucking stand me.
"Don't stop, Branson," she moans.
At that, something wild within me unleashes. I pull back and thrust into her with wild abandon, without remorse, plunging in and out of her as I grip her hips like there's no tomorrow. There's no other way to describe it than pure, carnal fucking, and it's almost an out-of-body experience. It's not intimate. It's not romantic. But it's fucking erotic, and the longer my dick stays sheathed in her warm pussy, the more addicted I become. As her ass starts to move in rhythm with my thrusting, I know I'm not going to last. I take what she's willing to give, and right now, she's giving all of herself.
I'm close, so fucking close, but there's no way I'm coming before she does. I grip her hips tight as I ram into her over and over again, going as deep as I can. My fingertips dig into her skin as I feel the orgasm building in my dick, but I keep going, thrusting relentlessly until she's writhing underneath me, screaming out my name as she comes all around my dick. I nearly sigh in relief as her pussy convulses, and I let go, letting her milk every single fucking drop out of me. My hips contract as my dick pulses, filling her fully with my release. I lean forward and press my chest against her back, knowing that was the best sexual experience of my life and wanting to know when we can do it again.
I’VE DIED and gone to heaven. Or I’ve been used as a science experiment and been frozen alive because I don’t think I can move a muscle. I’ve never been more relaxed than I am right now. I’ve never been more satisfied. If someone placed a mirror in front of me this very second, I know I’d look like the complete embodiment of “well fucked and satisfied.”
It’s cliché to say, especially after the first time, but holy hell. That was the most intense sexual experience of my life. I’m not sure I’ve ever been fucked. But it felt like more than that. The way his hands roamed my body, how he made sure I got my release before his? That meant more. Like it was some weird hybrid of making love and fucking all at once. It was raw and primal, yet it was sensual and erotic. He cherished me as much as he tried to possess me, and I'm not sure which side won out. Frankly, I'm not sure I care.
“Mmm,” I hear him mumble, his hot breath tickling my neck. He’s practically lying on top of me, my breasts mashed against the counter, his hard dick still nestled perfectly inside me. And sweet Jesus, I don’t want him to move.
“Mmm indeed,” I murmur, wiggling my ass back against him. “I guess I can see how you’re a pretty hot negotiator, but I sure as hell hope you save those tactics just for me.”
He chuckles, his throat sending vibrations across my skin. “Don’t worry, baby. This is a brand-new experience for me. I’ve never come so hard in my life,” he tells me, pressing hot kisses against my neck.
Dizzying sensations reverberate throughout my body, and I’m not sure if it’s because of his kisses or his words.
“Oh yeah?” I breathe, more than pleased with myself, and I clench my pussy around him, loving the feel of him hard and still inside me.
He groans and pumps in one more time. “Oh yeah, baby. I was with a frigid bitch for far too long. You’re a breath of fucking fresh air, and I’m nearly ready to go again.”
Turning my head to look back at him, I cock an eyebrow, trying to hide my grin. “Babe, I’m all for full disclosure and what not, and one of these days, we can have a long heart-to-heart about our exes if we want. But can we please not talk about yours while you’re still inside me?”
He winces. “My bad, baby. And no, a heart-to-heart isn’t necessary. All that matters now is this. Us. Here and now,” he whispers in my ear, sending chills throughout my body. He thrusts into me once more before he kisses my neck and slowly slides out
I miss his warmth almost instantly, but I keep my silence, not wanting to be that girl—the stage-five clinger after one sexual experience. I turn around, being able to do so for the first time since Branson entered the kitchen, and sigh as my eyes rake over his fully naked body for the first time. Even though he’s an office jockey, his body is still rock hard in all the right places. I check out his muscles appreciatively, and he chuckles when he catches my gaze. Then he leans in to kiss me on the lips for the first time since he entered the room.
Slipping my arms around his neck, I narrow my eyes. “You shouldn’t be up on the knee, mister,” I scold, and he just smirks.
His hands grip my waist as he picks me up and places me on the very island he just so thoroughly fucked me on, his hand sliding between my legs. “Getting a piece of this? That was definitely worth the pain, baby.”
If I weren’t already wet, I’d damn well be now. His words turn me on, and I have half a mind to hook my legs around his waist to go for round two, but he moves out of my reach. I watch as he moves to the sink, where he wets a dish towel before he hobbles back to me and presses the warm cloth in between my legs, cleaning me up.
As I come down from my post-coital high, alarm bells start ringing in my head. I jump off the counter and start pacing.
“Fuck. Dammit. Shit,” I mutter to myself, trying to remember when I last took my birth control pill.
Branson disposes of the cloth and hooks his arm around my waist, pulling me into his chest. I should be reveling in the fact that our naked bodies are aligned again, and arousal pools between my legs just as I feel his erection press against my belly, nearly causing me to forget the reason for my cursing.
He looks down at me, amusement in his eyes. “What’s goin’ on, baby?” he asks, his thumb rubbing the small of my back.
I inhale a deep breath. I really don’t want to ruin this moment. This night. It’s been so freaking perfect, and I hate to put a damper on things. But I’m not that woman. “Branson…that was…ten shades of amazing. The most amazing experience of my life, and I can’t wait for more.” I pause as he grins down at me and then watch as it falls when he sees my somber expression. “Babe, we kind of got caught up in the moment and umm…well, we didn’t use any protection.”
His mouth forms a knowing ‘O’ before he breaks out in a grin. “Don’t worry about it. I got checked after Megan and I’m clean. You good?” he asks like it’s completely normal, as if he’s asking if my steak is cooked properly—not at all caring that we jus
t had sex with no protection.
Uhh, yeah, my steak’s just fine, but I’m not exactly ready to put a freaking bun in my oven.
“Umm, yeah, I know I’m clean, and I was on birth control, but I haven’t taken a pill since the accident. It wasn’t exactly on my mind in the hospital.”
His eyebrows draw together as he thinks for a moment, but then that grin resurfaces. “It was one time, baby. Tomorrow, we’ll go out and get an economy-sized box of condoms, and we’ll be good.” He leans down and nuzzles my neck. “Because now that I’ve had you, I won’t ever be able to get enough. And since we’re going to be stuck in the house, laid up together, we might as well get laid,” he offers as he nips at the skin on my neck, sending a tingling sensation down my spine.
I let his words sink in, and I know he’s right. This isn’t the first time I’ve had sex with no protection, and I’m still sans child. Taking a deep breath, I relax and smile up at him.
“That’s probably our best bet. You still have to bring out that sexual deviant side of me.” A low growl builds in his throat, and I laugh as I push him away. “But for now, mister, it’s time for you to uphold your end of the deal. Figure out where you want to settle for the night and we’re parking your ass there.”
He pouts as he chews on his bottom lip, and it takes everything in me not to let him do whatever he wants. “The bed. Just in case I fall asleep,” he says, and I nod. “That way, when we wake up tomorrow, we can have a repeat of this morning—without all the interruptions.”
Laughing, I throw a towel at him before wrapping my arms around his waist and looking up into his eyes. “You have a one-track mind.”
His eyes dance with delight. “You’ve got it all wrong, baby. I used to… But it’s like someone clicked the switch and, now, all I can think about is you. For the first time in my life, I’m taking what I want outside of the boardroom, and I know I won’t regret it for a single second. A week without work would normally be killing me, but the only time I think about work now is to wonder what you’d look like sprawled out and naked for me on my desk.”
His words warm my heart, and I know I’m in trouble. I’m already falling for this man. With sudden clarity, it dawns on me that I had no idea what love was before him. My heart constricts, but it swells at the same time. Because as I’m finding love, I’m also finding my strength. Before, I was a coward with nothing to fight for. Now? I’ll muster up every ounce of courage and strength I need to continue to be a part of Branson’s life. And if, in the end, he still shuts me out? I’ll be stronger for having been with him.
I just hope I’ll be able to live through the heartbreak.
“BABY, GET your ass in here!” I yell from the bathroom, wondering where in the hell my woman is. She drew a bath for me, helped me into it, and then disappeared. I haven’t seen her since.
“I’m busy!” I hear from somewhere off in the house.
If it weren’t for my bum leg, which is hanging out over the edge of the tub, I’d get out and stalk her until I got her all wet. And then I’d punish her for making me wait by getting her wet in a different sense—and then make her wait, too.
“Woman, did I ask you a question?” My growl echoes in the bathroom and I’m answered with silence. “Don’t make me come after you!” I shout, though I know there’s no way I could. It’s an idle threat, but I grin when I hear her shuffling into the room. Even after a month of this same game, it works like a fucking charm every damn time.
She leans against the doorframe of the bathroom, glaring at me. She’s wearing nothing but one of my T-shirts. Her arms are crossed, which causes her breasts to push up, and the shirt rises just enough to give me just the smallest peek at her smooth, pink pussy. My eyes lock in on the sight and my dick grows, silently begging me to demand entrance.
“You bellowed?” she asks.
I crook my finger, beckoning for her to come closer. Even though she rolls her eyes, she pushes off the frame and sits at the edge of the tub, careful not to touch my leg as she slides hers into the water beside me.
Sighing as I sit up, I roll my eyes and then hand her a washcloth. “We’ve been doing this every single day. And every single day, when I’m ready for you, you’re not here. If I didn’t know better, I’d think you’re doing it on purpose,” I say accusingly.
She takes the cloth out of my hand, desire flashing in her eyes as they rake over my naked body. “Maybe I am,” she whispers, sucking in her bottom lip. “Maybe I like how you make me pay for it later.”
My hand moves up and slips beneath the shirt, finding her already wet. “You do, don’t you, baby?” I murmur, watching as her eyes slowly close as I work my finger in and out of her tight cunt.
“Oh God, yes. I love it. I love how you make me feel,” she breathes out, gasping when my thumb pushes down on her hard clit. “You know just how to touch me, Branson. Don’t ever stop.”
As if I could, I think as I continue to work her over, not stopping until her fingers are gripping the porcelain, her eyes closed and her breathing heavy. Just when I know she’s close, I lean in and nibble on her clit, a low moan escaping her lips. Her hand comes down to grip my shoulder, her nails digging into my skin just as her orgasm washes over her. The taste of her arousal is sweet on the tip of my tongue, and I lap at her pussy, wanting to drink in every last drop.
After one last kiss to her sweetest spot, I rest my back against the tub and watch as she slowly comes down from that high, looking satisfied—a look I’m becoming quite used to. I’ve never seen a woman more beautiful than Ariana right after she comes. Just knowing she’s in a place of ecstasy because of me makes my heart—no, my dick—swell with pride.
Her eyes flutter open, her cheeks a rosy shade of pink. “That…that was unexpected,” she whispers.
My hand grazes down her bare thigh, and she shivers. “Yeah, well, I’m in a giving mood.”
She laughs then looks down at my erection poking out of the water. I catch her wrist as she goes to grasp it. She looks at me, puzzled, gasping when I pull her on top of me, not caring that I’m soaking her shirt.
“I know I give you shit every morning, but I want you to know I appreciate the hell out of what you’re doing for me, baby.”
Her wet breasts push against my chest, and she rocks against my erection. With my leg hanging out of the tub, the position is awkward, but I’m still turned the hell on —which has become my perpetual state of being since my parents brought us home from the hospital.
“It’s not like it’s a hardship, Branson,” she tells me before she rocks again. “Okay, I take that back. But it’s one hardship I’m more than willing to handle.” Her hand slides in between us and she grips my cock, a hungry look filling her eyes.
“And I love how willing you are to handle it,” I growl as I use my foot to pull the drain to empty the tub. “I mean it, Ariana,” I insist, my eyes boring into hers. “Over the past few weeks, you’ve taken care of me in a way no one ever has. And you had no reason to do it other than that’s just the type of person you are.”
“Don’t go declaring me for sainthood, Branson. I’m no Mother Teresa. I wouldn’t help just anyone bathe every single morning. And every morning, the baths wouldn’t end like this.”
My hands move over her body, one sliding down to rest on her ass, the other coming up to play with an errant strand of hair that’s resting on her face. “It’s definitely a huge help. If it weren’t for you, it’d be Mom over here helping me, and I’d have gone crazy with her hovering. Not to mention, bath time wouldn’t be nearly as interesting.”
She laughs. “Oh, no, it definitely wouldn’t have been as much fun either. I’m actually going to miss this.”
“Baby, just because I’m getting my cast off today doesn’t mean bath time is over forever. The bathtub isn’t going anywhere. But you do know what this means, right?” I ask, my dick twitching with anticipation of what’s to come as soon as this damn cast is off. There are so many possibilities, and even though I�
��ve spent the last month exploring Ariana’s sexual side, being more mobile is going to open us up to a whole new world of fun.
She gives me a confused look. “What does it mean?”
A huge grin spreads over my face as my fingers dig into her ass. “It means we get to graduate to shower sex. And if you get cleared, you can finally start riding me without having to worry about this,” I tell her, my hand moving up the side of her abdomen to where the raised, pink scar from her surgery is.
“I’ll cross my fingers for good news. Don’t get me wrong. I love how creative you’ve gotten, but it’s about time for me to get my cowgirl on. Don’t you think?” she asks, nibbling on her lower lip, trying not to grin.
“Woman, if you get the okay, I’ll lie back and let you take control. At least once.”
“Mmmhmm. I’ll believe that when I see it. Even now when I’m on top, you grip my hips and still do all the work,” she reminds me playfully before pushing up and getting out of the tub.
I watch as she grabs a towel and tries to dry herself off, but the damage is done. Her hard nipples are on full display through the wet, white T-shirt. I get distracted staring at them until she snaps her fingers and I look up to see her grinning at me.
“Doctor’s orders, baby. Only way to work around the whole ‘no strenuous activity’ thing. And come on. I’ve never gotten a complaint.”
She just shakes her head then holds her hand out. I brace my other one against the tub and slowly lift my hips until I’m sitting on the edge. She helps me stand before she goes to work drying me off, being as thorough as usual.
“Baby, you wanna stroke my dick, just say so. No need for the pretense of the towel,” I tease, my hand capturing her wrist as she goes over it one more time. “Do we have time?”