I had to control myself, or I’d be an animal, far too rough and anxious to be with her. And she deserved so much better than me losing control. I had to be gentle and slow with her for this first time, make Amelia enjoy it above all else. Her pleasure was far more important than mine.
I cupped both mounds now, her nipples tightening further under my palms. I wanted her to cry out in pleasure, to dig her nails into my body as I claimed her in the most primitive of ways.
She rested her forehead on my chest, and I closed my eyes, just enjoying the feeling of having her right in front of me, of only focusing on what we were doing now.
Wrapping my arms around her, I held Amelia tightly and rested my chin on the crown of her head. “You mean so much to me,” I whispered.
I inhaled deeply, taking in the sweet scent that surrounded her. She pulled back and looked up at me, and even though she was naked right in front of me and I’d just been touching her lush body, I cupped her face instead. I held her in place as I leaned down and kissed her soft and slow.
With her hands still on my chest, I felt her smooth them down my abdomen, pausing, her nervousness evident.
“Go on,” I murmured against her lips. “Touch it,” I all but gritted out, my cock jerking at the very thought of her little, smooth hand stroking along the massive length.
She paused for a moment, and I wanted to press her, to demand she ease my suffering, because she was the only one who could, but I gnashed my teeth and let her do this in her own time.
And when she finally wrapped her fingers around my cock, I let my head fall back on my neck as I groaned like a wounded fucking animal.
The pleasure… the pleasure of just knowing she was touching me there could have brought me to my knees.
She was hesitant as she moved her palm up and down, but her going slow was my only saving grace for not coming all over her belly right now. Amelia had her head resting on my pec now, her warm breath moving along my skin.
I cupped the back of her head and held her as I urged her to look up at me again so I could kiss her. Her eyes were wide when our gazes locked, and I kissed her, consuming her like she did me. I deepened the kiss, moving my tongue faster and harder against hers, getting swept away in the endless sea that was this woman.
My mind and body screamed for more, to be rougher, harder, but I fought those urges, because right now I needed to show her that I could be gentle with her.
When she moaned and pressed her body harder against mine, I moved my hands to cup her ass, squeezing the globes, her skin soft and smooth and so fucking warm. Something primal in me snapped, and I found myself lifting her easily, her hand falling away from my shaft as she instinctively wrapped her arms around my neck, her legs around my waist.
Our mouths were separated now, her gasp of surprise filtering around me, the sound causing my cock to jerk in response. I latched my mouth onto her neck, unable to stop myself from sucking at her skin. I wanted to mark her, to leave something of me behind so any fucker knew who she belonged to.
I pressed her down on me, the angle causing her pussy to be positioned right over my dick. I grunted harshly from the contact. The hard length of my shaft prodded between her legs, her pussy lips parting so the intimate flesh hugged my girth. Fuuuck, I was going to come from this alone.
She breathed in and out fast, her breasts rising and falling from the force, her nipples hard peaks and brushing against my chest. I let her body slide down mine once I moved us toward the bed, and as if she knew what I needed her to do, Amelia sat back, her arms braced behind her, those luscious breasts on full display.
I didn’t deny myself the pleasure of skating my gaze down her body until I got to the thatch of trimmed dark hair that covered the top of her mound. Fuck, that turned me on. I could only vaguely see her feminine slit, but the sight alone had even more pre-cum dotting the swollen head of my cock.
I grabbed my shaft in my big palm and started stroking myself from root to tip as I stared at her luscious body, animalistic sounds leaving me.
“Braxton,” she whispered, her eyes locked on where I was jerking off.
It was an obscene gesture, but I couldn’t stop myself. I wanted her to watch me. I wanted Amelia to see the physical proof of what she did to me.
“I need to touch you.” I had a feeling she was saying it to herself, maybe not meaning to utter the words aloud, but thank fuck she did.
I took a step closer, let my hand fall away from where I touched myself, and wanted her to take the control. “Go on, baby.” I felt on the verge of roaring out, the tether I had on reality and sanity so loose that I was seconds away from saying fuck it and just mounting her like a savage beast.
She reached for me then, pulling me back to reality, causing me to shudder out a breath.
And when Amelia wrapped her hand around my cock once more, I curled my fingers into my palms, forming fists, my body rock-solid everywhere. She started moving her hand up and down my dick, her hands too small and my cock too big for her to wrap her fingers fully around me.
I had my eyes closed, but when I felt the warm wetness of her mouth on me, I snapped my eyes open, felt them widen, and looked down at her.
“Amelia,” I croaked out. “W-What are you doing?” She looked up at me, her lips so close to the crown, her humid, warm breath bathing the tip.
“I wanted to see how you taste,” she whispered, still looking up at me, but she ran her tongue over the slit at the tip, licking off the pre-cum.
“Fuck,” I cursed. “Fuck!”
“Is this okay?” she whispered and licked me again. “I don’t know what I’m do—”
“Amelia, Christ, baby, it’s good. It’s so good.”
I speared my hand in her hair, tightened my fingers slightly around the strands, and kept her right where she was, afraid she’d pull away too soon and end this beautiful torment.
She was tentative, soft with her lips, never taking more than the head into her mouth. And it was fucking sweet oblivion. But I didn’t want to get off like this, no matter how turned on I was at the thought of her swallowing my seed, of the image of coating her chest and breasts with my cum.
So against everything in me that said to stay right where I was, I took a step back, breathing harshly, my body shaking from my lust. “I need you,” I growled as I stared at her, looking my fill of her body on display.
She laid back against the mattress, her eyes on me. I couldn’t stop myself from smoothing my hands down her legs, loving the little goosebumps that formed from my touch.
For a suspended moment, I did nothing but stare at where my hands rested on her inner thighs, my fingers curled into her flesh, her skin a little white at the pressure points.
A tightening started at the base of my spine the longer I stared at her pussy, that pleasure that told me I wouldn’t last long once I finally had my girl.
Fuck. I have to be gentle. I have to take my time with her.
At least that’s what I kept thinking, kept telling myself.
Because she deserved the best. She deserved everything.
12
Braxton
“Braxton,” she moaned, and fuck, nothing had ever sounded so hot. “I need you.”
Christ. I won’t last. I’ll come before I’m even buried in her tight, wet heat, before I can make her feel so fucking good she’s higher than a damn kite.