A low growl vibrates from her throat.
I scrape my teeth along the outer edge of her ear. “Now, let me give you that climax.”
Chapter Thirty-Three
I lift her tank top over her head and throw it on the floor. Then I unhook her bra and discard it as her breasts fall against her chest. I cup them, knead them, and then I bury my nose between them, kissing them and thumbing her nipples.
My admission to Skye has every cell in my body humming, every thought in my mind turned to mush.
All I do is feel.
How much I want her…
How much I desire her…
How much I need her control…
How much I…
I nibble the tops of her breasts and then finally take a nipple between my lips and suck. She inhales sharply.
“So beautiful,” I say against her flesh.
“Braden, please…”
“Please what, baby?”
“I…I want to come.”
She has no idea that I want that climax as much as she does. “You will.” I bite a nipple.
“Oh!”
“You like that?”
“Yes. God, yes.”
“Good. I could suck and bite your tits all day.” No lie there. And yes, she likes pleasure-pain. Good. Very good. I nibble on her other nipple and then raise my head again. “On the other hand, that paradise between your legs is even more beautiful.” I slide down her body, grasping her sweats, and glide them over her hips and legs.
I spread her legs. “God, yes. So beautiful.”
All of Skye is beautiful, but I swear, when she’s naked, her legs spread, her pussy glistening for me—that’s when she’s at her most beautiful.
“I’m going to make you come, Skye,” I say, my voice low and husky. “I’m going to make you come so many times that you’ll be begging me to stop.”
“No,” she says, “I’ll never beg you to stop.”
“You will.” I stroke my tongue over her clit.
She quivers beneath me. I tug on her flesh and then close my lips over her clit.
“You taste so good, baby,” I say, lapping at her rich cream. “I’ll never get enough. But this isn’t about me.” I glide a finger into her pussy.
That’s it. All it takes.
She shatters around my finger, squeezing me with those sumptuous walls.
Damn. It’s nearly as good as coming myself. In its way, it’s even better. Because that thing going on inside me—where I feel what she feels—breaks me into pieces along with her.
And I want more.
I add another finger, urging her on and then sucking on her clit.
Two orgasms and then three.
I’m exploding along with her, each climax more intense than the last.
She’s a woman who only recently experienced a climax. This will be too much for her. Too much. Pleasure equals pain equals pleasure.
But she takes it.
She takes it all.
“Tell me to stop, Skye,” I say, my voice more like a growl. “Tell me it’s too much. Too much… Too much…”
Except it’s not too much. Not too much for me and not too much for her. This is savage. Primal.
Fucking magnificent.
I pull climax after climax out of her. Any other woman would be begging by now—begging for a release from the pleasure-pain.
Skye is so far from any other woman.
She wins this round—though I’ll never admit it to her—because I can’t wait any longer to ram my cock into her pussy.
I can’t help a soft chuckle. “You are obstinate. Fuck. I have to be inside you.”
Then I’m in her. Her pussy walls are still spasming. I fuck her hard and quick, grinding over her clit so her climaxes continue.
“Braden!” she cries out.
“That’s it, baby. Keep coming. Keep coming. You’re so hot. That’s it. That’s it. Fuck!”
I slam into her.
She’s still spasming as I release, and we come in tandem, her pussy clenching around me with each spurt of my seed into her. Perspiration glistens on her forehead, and her eyes are heavy-lidded.
She’s fucking amazing.
I stay on top of her, our bodies still joined, for a few timeless moments.
And for those few moments, I feel an utter completeness that is foreign to me.
I withdraw and roll onto my back. She snuggles against my shoulder and kisses my flesh.
“That was amazing,” she says.
I don’t look at her. “You didn’t beg.”
The words aren’t harsh, though in my mind she’s been disobedient. I’m not angry with her. I’m freaking amazed by her sheer will.
“No, I didn’t.”
“Any other woman would have begged me to stop. I know a woman’s body. I know that many orgasms are a toll, pleasure morphing to almost pain. But you didn’t beg me to stop.” I shake my head, groaning. “I’ll say it again. You’re my Everest, Skye.”
She giggles. “I think you’ve already climbed me.”
I open my eyes and prop my head in my hand to meet her gaze. “This isn’t funny.”
“I didn’t say it was.”
“You laughed.”
“I was making a joke. About climbing on top of me?” She smiles.
Except this isn’t funny. Not at all. She’s beautiful, wonderful—an amazing and brilliant woman. And damn, I’ve never met anyone like her. She makes me smile, laugh. She brings me to my fucking knees.
And I’m loving every minute of it.
Which disturbs me more than a little.
“I get what I want, Skye. Always. No matter how long it takes.”
She swallows.
“You gave in to me once. I want it again.”
“And in return?”
“You get me. You’re Braden Black’s girlfriend.”
She bites her lower lip. “I think I’m already Braden Black’s girlfriend. Instagram doesn’t lie, after all.”
She’s being funny again, or trying to be, but I’m not laughing.
And I know I’ll do whatever it takes to get what I want from her.