Braxton the Charmer

by Blue Saffire

  The song changes again, this time a slow song. Once again, the atmosphere changes. Braxton still hasn’t moved to make the connection of our lips. We begin to sway to the music. I grin, as my brain connects with the song. Teach Me, by Musiq Soulchild fills the suite through the overhead speakers.

  His arms slide around me, tugging me closer still. My eyes flutter close, as the overwhelming feeling of peace and safety fill me. It’s not a simple sway, no, that wouldn’t be Braxton.

  His hips guide mine in a sensual two-step sway, while we make small circles around the area we’ve made our dance floor. Braxton dips his head to kiss my bare shoulder. I chew on the inside corner of my mouth, not opening my eyes. I don’t want to break the moment.

  When Braxton places his lips to my ear to sing to me, a shiver runs through my entire body. His hands slide up my sides, to the sides of my breasts. He takes the same path back down my curves, stopping at my hips.

  “You fit me better than I ever dreamed,” he says softly.

  I take a deep breath, before turning in his arms. My arms go around his neck, my eyes finally open. I feel like I should be scorched by the look in his eyes, but somehow, I remain standing in front of him.

  “Promise me, this won’t be a mistake,” I say, while staring up at him.

  “We were meant to be. We could never be a mistake,” he replies.

  Before I can protest or give all the reasons in my head that this doesn’t make sense, Brax leans in, nipping my bottom lip. I gasp, but move closer to him. His lips hover just within reach of mine, but he doesn’t make another move.

  The energy flowing between us, has the power to make my knees go weak. I find myself leaning into him. Brax tilts his head, finally fully capturing my lips. The groan that comes from his throat is suspiciously close to a whimper.

  Only this sound is so husky and comes from so deep in him, my stomach flips. He flicks his tongue across my lips and I open my mouth to his invasion. I’m vaguely aware that the song has changed to The Point of it All, by Anthony Hamilton.

  Braxton’s lips seem to dance over mine to the rhythm of the tune. As he deepens the kiss, the words of the ballad hit me in my heart. Braxton’s kisses say more than desire, they speak to something that shakes me to my core, something that has the power to change everything.

  He cups my head, tilting my face back so he can get better access to my mouth. His teeth take my lower lip and tug. I moan, pushing my hands into his hair. Braxton nips my chin.

  “You taste like my everything, my life, my girl,” he groans.

  I open my hooded lids, not even remembering when I shut them again. Locking eyes with Braxton, I try to show him the words I’m unable to say. I step out of my heels and kick them aside.

  Brax shrugs out of his sport jacket and tosses it. His hands are cupping my face once again, taking my lips once more. His kisses blow me away. I can feel a tingling from my belly all the way down to my toes.

  The mix of Whiskey and the sweet sauces from dinner flavor his tongue. I attack his mouth as if starved and trying to savor our meal all over again. Brax’s hands slides slowly down to my ass.

  I can tell he’s being cautious with me. I’m not sure how I feel about that. I think I’m too tipsy to process it at this particular moment. Instead, when he gives a gentle squeeze of my globes, I reach to bunch my dress in my hands. Brax is there to tug the fabric right up over my butt, my flesh bouncing free.

  “Fuck,” Braxton mutters. “I knew once I got my hands on you it would be over. Come here.”

  I don’t get a chance to process his words. He lifts me from my feet, coaxing my legs around his waist. I reach to push his hair from his face with one hand, cupping the back of his neck with the other.

  Our lips collide again. I can’t get enough of kissing him. Our tongues dance and our breath mingles. It feels like we’re about to become one. Maybe that’s exactly what we’re about to do. I’m too lost to fight this attraction anymore. I go with the flow.

  Braxton’s heavy boots tell my ears that he’s moving us. A voice in the back of my head tells me we’ve entered the master bedroom. The cool satin of the bedspread, tells my skin that Braxton has placed me down on the king-sized bed in the room he chose earlier.

  I brace myself for his touch or the weight of his body to send me into a tailspin. It never happens. Instead, I feel cherished, as he holds himself just over me. Brax looks down at my face, a few emotions flickering across his eyes. Nerves, admiration, awe, they’re just of few of the ones I catch.

  “I’ve never made love to anyone before. I’ve saved that for you. I won’t rush, if you need me to stop, I will,” Braxton says sincerely.

  “Okay,” I nod.

  He reaches an arm beneath me, slowly, pulling my zipper down. His eyes never leave my face. My chest heaves in anticipation. Once my zipper meets it’s stop, Braxton leans to kiss my nose. Gently, he peels the dress from my body, revealing the baby blue lace, strapless bra. I bought the matching set earlier to go with the dress.

  I help to wiggle the rest of the way out of the dress, then Braxton peels it down my legs. He lifts from the bed and looks at me spread out before him. Insecurity and doubt start to creep in. I cover my chest with my arms. Brax frowns, looking up into my eyes.

  “You can never hide from me,” he rasps. “I will always see your beauty.”

  I bite my lip and wince. “I think I would feel better if you evened the playing field.”

  His lips curl into a smile. “Already intended to,” he says, kicking off his boots and tugging his t-shirt over his head.

  When his bare chest comes into view, my heart starts to race. Braxton is perfection. His skin looks so smooth. On his right side, he has a tat running up his ribs in a fancy script. His jeans are hanging low, revealing a deep V, that has my mouthwatering.

  To know that Braxton works out is one thing, but seeing with my own eyes the full force of those workouts is a totally different thing. I’m hypnotized by him, I feel like I’m caught in the cross hairs of a snake charmer. The way his muscles play and ripple, as he removes his pants, it’s poetry in motion.

  His pants fall to the floor along with his boxers and my mouth falls off its hinges. His penis is standing fully erect. Braxton is thick, my eyes grow as he seems to grow a bit more.

  Yup, he’s not fully erect after all. Shit. He wraps his long fingers around the base of his shaft. Something catches my attention with the move. I tilt my head to the side, then lean over to my right, tilting my head a little more. My brows wrinkle.

  “No way,” I whisper. “The fuck, Brax?”

  I cross my legs and fold my arms around them. There’s a small part of me that’s already terrified, I’m just keeping that part of me at bay. Yet, with this new revelation, I think I may be sobering up a bit.

  He throws his head back and laughs. “I figured that would be your reaction,” he shrugs. “Wyatt did it so I said what the fuck. It’s sort of new, but it’s healed. I can take them out if it’s something you don’t think you’ll like.”

  “Dude, it will close up. How long have you had it? Are you sure you’re healed?” I reply, concern lacing my words.

  Braxton moves to climb on the bed, sitting beside me. His thumb traces my cheekbone. His eyes look deeply into mine.

  “I love that you’re more concerned about me,” he pecks my lips. “It’s been a bit over the six week healing period. I’m good. If you don’t like it, I’ll let them close. It’s your choice.”

  I reach to cup his face. “You don’t have to remove them for me,” I say shyly. “You’re supposed to wear a condom while you heal though. Do you have any?”

  Brax’s brows wrinkle and his eyes cloud over. “Wait, how do you know this?”

  I look pointedly at my arm and shoulder. “I just might have spent a lot of time in a tattoo parlor. You’d be surprised the things you learn and overhear,” I chuckle.

  Braxton’s face seems to relax, as he nods his head in understanding. I laugh a
little harder. He cups my cheek, drawing me into a kiss.

  “I love your laugh,” he says against my lips, before kissing me deeply.

  He leans into me slowly, causing me to fall back against the bed. His piercings are forgotten, when his lips travel from mine, making a slow trip down my neck to the tops of my breasts.

  “My Heather,” he murmurs, giving a gentle tug of the cup of my bra.

  My breast pops free, my nipple already pebbled. Brax dips his head and circles the peak with his tongue. My back arches off the bed, the warm wet feeling so overwhelming. His touch has me on fire. His long fingers dance up the side of my torso.

  “Brax,” I gasp out.

  I shiver beneath him, needing so much more, but not sure what. Brax seems to know, he’s just taking his time giving it to me. I lock my fingers in his hair, holding him to me.

  Moving against my hold, he lowers himself down my body. Brax takes my panties in between his teeth, peeling them down my body. It’s the hottest thing I’ve ever seen.

  His heated gaze remains on me, as he pulls the fabric over my ankles and off of my feet. He moves back up my body, as if he is stalking his prey. His shoulders move and roll so fluidly, I feel like I’m watching a graceful panther.

  Brax stops at my center, his eyes seeming to ask for permission. I squirm a little, but when I see the way his eyes soften, I start to breathe easier. I give a slight nod, handing myself over to him.

  “Thank you, Baby,” he says softly.

  He’s deliberate about his slow movements to settle between my legs. Scooping my legs over his shoulders, he then hovers inches away from my core. I can feel his breath fanning against my bare skin.

  “Breathe, Heather,” he coaches.

  I hadn’t noticed I’d been holding my breath. When I let out a long exhale, Brax kisses the top of my mound. I close my eyes tightly, grateful for my secret vanity. I’m still very much a girly girl on the inside. I happen to keep up with trends.

  I would be so embarrassed right now, if I hadn’t taken care of down there. I may not want visitors to my secret place, but I do keep it neat and presentable. Braxton’s hum that vibrates through my core, tells me he appreciates the effort as well. I cry out when his warm mouth sucks on my soft petals.

  “Brax, please, you’re driving me crazy. I’m not going to shatter,” I say in frustrated need.

  I can feel his restraint. My need for him is out weighing the need for him to be so cautious with me. Braxton growls, before he gives me exactly what I’m asking for.

  I should’ve kept my mouth shut. Braxton devours my center like his favorite dessert. I try to twist and turn away from him, but he’s not having it. His hands wrap my thighs, holding me in place ever so gently, but still firmly.

  My cries fill the room, as I experience mind numbing pleasure I’ve never known before. Brax doesn’t stop with the crash of my orgasm. Nope, he intends to kill me. He pushes his face in deeper, drinking from me like he’s found another bottle of Whiskey.

  My heart pounds, my chest heaving, I have such a tight grip on the sheets beside me. I feel like I may start to levitate at any moment. I think my mental, emotional, and physical beings are about to splinter.

  “Braxton, please,” I whine. I don’t think I can take anymore.

  Braxton

  Hearing Heather’s cries and her calling my name is something I’ve waited an eternity for. I’m still in awe that it’s her essence on my lips. She tastes so fucking good.

  I don’t want to rush this, I want to savor her as much as I can. I want this night to last forever. The look in her eyes, I see it. Heather may not know it yet, but she loves me.

  I place my hand on her trembling belly, as she comes down from her second orgasm. Her pleas haven’t gone unheard. I just want her soak and wet, when I slide inside her.

  I lift to my knees and look down at a glowing Heather. She’s so fucking gorgeous. I can feel the pre-cum dripping out just from the sight of her.

  I’m not going to be able to wait much longer. I need to feel her wrapped around me. I move quickly to get the foil packets out of my duffle bag.

  Heather has an arm over her face. When I climb back on the bed, her chest is heaving and her legs are trembling. I grin, knowing I’m the one that did that to her. Her body is perfection, full, curvy, and the color of my sweet cinnamon chocolate covered fantasies.

  I reach to pluck her arm from her face, when I settle back between her legs. I take her lips, allowing her to taste herself on my tongue. Her groan into my mouth turns me on. Even she knows she taste fucking amazing.

  Heather’s hips start to rock up against me. I try not to place my weight on her, but the moment her hands dig into my back, drawing me to her, I lower a little more. I groan, breaking the kiss, because I need to get this condom on.

  “I need you now,” she pleas.

  “I know, Baby,” I rasp.

  I open the foil packet in my hand, making careful, but quick work of rolling the condom on. It feels weird, having the snug fit over my piercings. I curse myself for getting that shit done.

  What I would give right now to be inside Heather bare. I push those thoughts aside, that day will come. For now, I just need to be inside her.

  I lean in and kiss her thoroughly. “Are you sure about this?” I ask to give her the choice.

  “Braxton, seriously?” she whimpers.

  I chuckle, kissing her temple. Placing an arm by her head, I reach between us to guide my way to her entrance. I’m not going to rush. I’m not a small guy and the piercing may add to her discomfort.

  I hold my breath, as I slide in just the tip. My eyes nearly pop out of my head. I’m not even a quarter of the way in and she feels fucking incredible.

  “Oh, my God,” I growl, pushing in a little further.

  She’s tight, but there’s no resistance. I rock slowly pushing in further. When I can’t handle the agony of this slow torture any longer, I push into the halt.

  “Braxton,” she moans, her fingers digging into my flesh.

  I still. “Are you okay?” I ask, looking down at her face.

  “Yes,” she says in a whisper, nodding.

  Her hips flex against me, coaxing me to continue. I dip to take her lips, kissing her soft pillows until my head feels woozy. Looking into her trusting eyes, I reach down for her right leg, coaxing it around my waist.

  Heather takes the hint, wrapping her long limbs around my back and locking her ankles together. I start to move and we both groan. I don’t take my eyes off of hers. I feel in my heart we both need the connection. I need to know Heather is here with me. It’s important that she knows I’m here for her. This can’t just be about me.

  “Fuck, Baby,” I groan, when I start to slide through her tight walls with more ease.

  She’s soaked, her body is yielding to me, while demanding a tight hold on me at the same time. I inhale,—calling on my focus, it’s all I can do not to come. Even still, as I keep a steady pace, I feel my spine tingle and her pussy spasm around me. Her back arches off the bed, pushing her full breasts into my chest.

  “Braxton,” she whimpers. “You said we were going to be us. This isn’t you. I’m not going to break. Don’t hold back from me.”

  This isn’t me. She’s just proving once again how well we know each other. I’ve never been inside her before, but she knows me well enough to know I’m holding back. I grit my teeth, cupping her face to take her lips again. I kiss her breathless, before I break the kiss and dive in it like I’ve wanted to since I first slid in. I won’t make her beg.

  I’ve waited too long for this moment. I work her pussy over with the force of my entire body. Rolling my hips, digging my back into it. My toes dig into the mattress, giving me the leverage I need. I reach between us to work her clit, even as I my cock grazing it over and over.

  Her pussy coats my length with her sweetness and my head starts to swim. I’ve never been inside a pussy that felt this good. The way her hips rise to meet mine takes
it all to another level. Heather has raw passion in her eyes as she looks back at me. Her breath pants past those lush lips, her fingers claim purchase into my skin.

  Mid-stride it hits me that I’m inside of Heather. This isn’t a dream, I’m not going to wake up with wet boxers and an empty bed. My dreams have become a reality.

  I can taste her on my lips and tongue. I can smell her sweet scent filling my nostrils with each breath I inhale. I can feel her soft skin rubbing against mine. I can see her passion and desire for me in her eyes that are looking right back at me.

  I commit it all to memory. I will play this night over in my head a million times. The night Heather gave me something more precious than anything,—her trust.

  “Ah…yes, come for me again,” I growl, when I feel her tighten and gush all over me.

  “Braxton,” my name fills the room like a prayer.

  Heather cries out, knocking the wind out of me. It’s not that I doubt my skills. It’s just the beauty of watching Heather climax because of me, brings me infinite pleasure and fills me with so much awe.

  I push through her orgasm. I’m right there myself, my spine tingling, my toes curling. When I feel her ripple around me, her orgasm stretching out into another, I lose the loose hold I have on my restraint. I fill the condom, groaning her name.

  “Heather, fuck, Baby,” I breathe.

  I wouldn’t be me if this were the end of it. I pull out and kiss my way down her body, from her neck, over her gorgeous breasts, and down to her waiting honey. I caress her folds with my tongue, savoring her essence.

  “Brax, I can’t,” she moans softly, trying to close her legs.

  “You don’t have to. Just relax and let me,” I murmur back, before committing myself to her ultimate pleasure for the next half hour.

  Chapter 19

  Stay

  Heather

  I can’t believe I just had sex with Braxton. My head is buzzing from more than the alcohol. Although, I think we burned that off two hours ago.