So Much More (Made for Love #3) (29 page)

I draw in a deep breath, lick my lips, and look up at him. “I want to see it,” I confess. “I want to feel it. I want—I want you to show me how to touch you.”

“You want to stroke my cock?” I nod my reply. “Then say it,” he insists as he slides his hand down into his briefs. “I need to hear you say the words. Tell me what you want.
Exactly
what you want.”

As he doles out instructions, he runs his hand slowly up and down his shaft. Suddenly, I’m short of breath.

“Say it. If you can’t say it, you’re not ready, sweet girl.”

I watch as he works himself and I can feel my panties growing wetter by the second. I
need
to touch him—I want it more than my next breath. “Your cock,” I tell him, reaching to pull his briefs out of my way. “I want to touch your cock.”

I gasp when he takes my hand and wraps it around him. He’s hard—
so
hard and long; and his skin, my god, his skin is
unbelievably
soft.

“It’s okay. You can squeeze and you won’t hurt me.” I do my best to grip him tighter. He places his hand over mine and guides my fingers up and down his length. “Just like that. Yeah—just like that, baby.”

I’m confident that I’m getting the hang of it when he pulls his hand away and reaches up to tangle his fingers in my hair. I squeeze harder and he rests his forehead against mine. “Oh, Sarah.”

The sound of his enjoyment takes away more of my nerves. When I see a bead of moisture at the tip of his cock, I use my free thumb to smear it away.

“Fuck,”
he cries out, his whole body jerking.

“You like that?” I ask with a triumphant grin. Before he can respond, I do it again. The growl that rumbles out of him kicks up my arousal to another level. When he starts to move with me, pumping in opposition with my hand, I know I’ve got him right where I want him. I use both hands now, and I can feel him starting to pulse against me.

“Oh, baby, you feel so good. Harder—hold me tighter, sweet girl.”

I do as he says, completely taken by the sight of him giving in to his pleasure.

“Ah—fuck, yeah. Sarah.” He moves a little faster. I squeeze a little tighter. “I’m gonna—I’m gonna come, baby, I—” He pulls his hands away from me and reaches for a tissue from off of his bedside table. He covers himself just as he starts to spill his release. He eases my hands away and finishes himself off, soaking up every last drop. He crumbles the tissue and carelessly tosses it aside before he pulls up his briefs.

Then, without warning, he’s devouring my mouth. I wrap my arms around him so as to keep my balance, but he catches me before I fall. Better yet, he hoists my legs up and around him as he places me back onto the bed.

“God—you’re amazing,” he proclaims as he begins kissing his way down my body. “I shouldn’t have let you do that.”

“What? Why?” I mutter, trying really hard to focus more on what he’s saying as opposed to where his lips are descending.

“Because a gentleman doesn’t come first,” he smiles at me. “At least not in my bed. So I owe you two.” My stomach tingles and my body suddenly feels like it’s on fire. He kisses until his lips reach my panties and then he stops and hooks his fingers through the top. “I’m going to want to take these off.”

“Oh,” is all I can manage.

“You can tell me no. It’s your world, Sunshine—but I don’t think you want to do that.”

I pause for just a second before I throw caution to the wind and lift my hips off of the bed. As he slides my panties off, I remind myself that I want this—I want him. Not only that, I trust him. I know that he’ll take care of me. He’ll be gentle. And if I want him to stop, he’ll stop.

However, the princess and my heart seem to be on one accord. I get the feeling I’m not going to want him to stop.

He crawls back on top of me, spreading my legs open wide with his body. He kisses me lightly as he reaches for my bra strap. “What about this, sweet girl? I want to see you. Will you let me see you?”

I hesitate once more, staring up into his hazel eyes. There’s something about the way he looks at me that takes away my fear. I’m allowed to say
no
. He’s not asking my permission as some sort of formality—he’s asking because he really wants to know. He wants to make sure that I’m okay and that this is what I want.

It is. He is.

I shrug my shoulder, easing the strap away. He takes the hint and helps me out of my carefully chosen bra, tossing it aside as if it barely deserves recognition.

Then again, when he palms one of my breasts and closes his mouth around one of my nipples, I understand why he’s not concerned about my underwear. He’s too busy appreciating
me
.

She draws in a sharp breath and arches her back, her body begging in ways her mouth can’t. I suck on one of her nipples, teasing the both of us until I can hardly stand it. Then I show the same amount of attention to the other hardened bud. When I can’t wait anymore, I slide my hand in between us and slip my finger between her slick flesh.

She shutters and moans at my contact, her sensitive skin swollen from her arousal, and wet—so fucking wet. I’m hard again already.

I lower my lips to her ear as I feel my way along her entrance once more. “Do you want me, sweet girl? Do you want me to make you come with my fingers? Do you want me inside of you?”

“Yes,” she pants. “Please, yes.”

That’s all I need to hear before I slide in my middle finger, pushing in until I can’t reach any farther. I pull out and repeat, slowly. I have to remind her to breathe. When I ease in a second finger, she tenses up around me. “Relax baby, it’s okay. I’ve got you. Just relax.” I brush my thumb across her clit and she frees an airy moan, opening her legs even wider.

I relish the feeling of her wrapped around a part of me, her pussy warm and tight. As I move in and out, her arousal drenches me. When I curl my fingers and increase my speed, her breath quickens as her eyes grow wide in amazement.

“Brandon—oh my—B
randon!
”

“Tell me what you want, sweet girl.”

“More! More—oh, god,
more!”
She groans thoughtlessly and reaches for me, pulling me closer. I rest my forehead against hers, soaking up every bit of this moment. I press my thumb against her clit and massage the sensitive flesh, ready to push her over the edge. She responds instantly.“Don’t stop! Brandon—Bran—”

Her orgasm bursts and her whole body trembles. Even after I pull away, the aftershock of my handiwork has her shaking. She watches me as I bring my fingers to my mouth to taste her juices. She bites her lip, as if she’s afraid I won’t like what I taste, but she doesn’t have a damn thing to be worried about.

“You’re delicious,” I say before I kiss her. “Now I’m suddenly craving pussy.
Your
pussy.” I kiss her again. When I pull away and begin making my descent, she closes her legs before I can settle my face between them. “What’s wrong?”

“Uh—I just—are you sure?”

I arch an eyebrow at her. “Am I sure I want to fuck you with my tongue? Is that a rhetorical question?”

She breathes a halfhearted, nervous laugh as she shakes her head. “What if you don’t like it?”

“Baby,” I murmur, gently rubbing my hand up and down her leg. “I’m surprised you don’t know better. The guys in your books do this, don’t they?”

“Yeah, but that doesn’t mean that you have to if you don’t want to. I mean, I know that stuff isn’t all real and—”

“Sunshine, believe me when I tell you, my craving is real.” I press a kiss against each of her closed knees. “If you don’t want me to do this because
you
don’t want it, then I won’t. But if your concern is about me, open up—let me show you how much I want you.”

It takes her another moment to decide, but then she parts her legs. I slide off the bed, kneeling on the floor, and pull her towards me. I hook both of her knees over my shoulders and dive in. The first stroke of my tongue has her bucking her hips. I grin up at her as I brace an arm across her pelvis and then I attach my mouth to her pussy.

The little noises she makes as I savor her drive me wild; so much so that I find myself reaching for my dick to find my own relief as I work to deliver hers. She buries her fingers in my hair, cluing me in to just how much she wishes for me to stay close. She need not worry; I won’t stop until I’ve had my fill. The closer she gets to her climax, the tighter her thighs close around my head. When she comes, I’m not far behind her and I lap up everything she has to give as I wring myself dry.

I feel like such a lucky bastard right now, it’s almost unreal.

With her legs still closed tightly around my head, I can’t move. I tap her thigh and she gasps before she releases me.

“Fuck,” she mutters, clapping her hands over her face. “Why do I have to act like such a spaz every time!?”

I chuckle as I stand, discarding my briefs as I clean myself up. “What are you talking about?”

“It’s like I lose control of my body and I just attack you. It’s embarrassing. I’m sorry.”

I lean over her, propping myself up with an elbow on either side of her head. I wait a moment, wondering if she’ll respond to my proximity and show me her face. When she doesn’t, I understand that her embarrassment is real—that it comes from a part of her that’s seriously lacking in self-confidence. It’s as if she has no idea how sexy she is. How desirable she is. How incredible she feels.

“Sarah, look at me.” She inhales deeply and huffs out a sigh before she removes her hands. “Let’s get a few things straight. Are you listening?” She nods. “I love making you come, sweet girl. I love the noises you make. I love the way you lose control. I love the way you let go. And I love that I’m the one who knows how to get you there.
Me.
Only me. Because you’re
mine
.

“I don’t ever want to hear you apologize to me in this bed again. Don’t apologize to me for letting me have your passion and your raw vulnerability. Don’t take that away from me. I want it—all of it. All of
you
. Got it?”

She takes my face in her hands and stares into my eyes while I wait patiently for her response. When her eyes grow glassy with tears, my heart starts to beat faster and concern has my head reeling, trying to figure out what I could have said to upset her.

“Don’t break my heart, okay?” she finally speaks. “Because it’s yours.”

I lower myself on top of her, my skin on her skin, and I brush my lips against hers. “I’ll take care of yours if you’ll take care of mine.”

“Always,” she whispers.

I
WAKE TO THE
sizzling sound and fragrant smell of frying bacon. When I open my eyes and look across the room, I see Brandon standing with his back to me in the kitchen at the stove. I snatch up his pillow, hugging it to my chest so that I can hide my huge smile and silence my giggle. He’s wearing an apron with nothing but his boxer briefs underneath.

My heart swoons.

I swear, I’ve died and gone to heaven.

I admire my view for a minute longer. Then, when the distance that separates us becomes unbearable, I get up. It isn’t until I’m standing that I remember I’m completely naked. For just a second, I panic. I’ve never slept naked before—let alone naked in another man’s bed. Then my eyes find Brandon and my unease dissolves. I remember last night and the pleasure he gave me. He was gentle and generous. He didn’t push or pressure me into anything. He worshipped my body with his hands, with his tongue, with his lips. As I stare at his backside, I realize that I’ve never trusted anyone as much as I trust him.