Total pages in book: 23
Estimated words: 22744 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 114(@200wpm)___ 91(@250wpm)___ 76(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 22744 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 114(@200wpm)___ 91(@250wpm)___ 76(@300wpm)
“You’re doing too much, too fast,” I warn him as he pulls me over to his side and cuddles me close. “You should still be taking it easy, Brax.”
“I’m not running any marathons,” he says and kisses my forehead. His hand slides up and down my arm, and I can’t help but let my eyes drift closed and just breathe him in, soaking in the fact that I’m lying in his bed, next to him as if the last two years didn’t happen at all.
My hand drifts down his chest and over his ribs to his hip.
Where he’s naked.
Of course, he’s naked. Brax never wore clothes to bed.
God, I love the indentation on his hip, that smooth skin and sexy line that runs all the way to the promised land.
“Keep that up, and we won’t be sleeping for a little while,” he warns me.
“I’m not particularly tired right now.”
He starts to shift, but I move faster to straddle Brax’s hips. Sitting up, I pull the tee over my head and let it fall to the floor.
He swallows hard, and his eyes roam all over my torso. He runs his flattened hand up my breastbone, between my breasts, and I lean over to kiss him softly.
He bites my lip.
I grin.
“I’m going to play a bit first, okay?” I ask.
“By all means,” he says. “Play.”
I kiss his lips once more, and then his chin, leaving wet kisses down his neck to his chest as I move down his body and pause where he has my name written near his heart. I love all of Brax’s tattoos and have spent many hours tracing them with my fingertips and tongue, but this one shocked me.
He’d always said he would never get a woman’s name on his body. That it was too cliché. Too…silly. But there I am, in black ink.
“I can’t believe you did this.”
He brushes his fingers through my hair, and I continue down his body until his hard-and-ready cock is before me, a little drop of dew coming out of the tip.
Brax has the kind of cock that inspires grateful prayers to the gods. Not too thick, not too long, but holy shit, is he well-endowed. I remember exactly how it feels when he fills me, and as much as I can’t wait to ride him, I want to work him over with my mouth first.
So, I do.
I start by licking my way up the underside of him, then around the head. When Brax bares his teeth, I sink down and suck.
He moans and grips my hair in his hands, not to push me onto him but as an anchor. It only fuels my hunger for him. How many times have I thought about doing just this over the last couple of years?
Countless times.
It’s one of my favorite things to do because it drives him absolutely out of his mind with lust, and I love the control that I have over him. I move faster, and his hips thrust. I use my teeth, and he hisses out a breath.
But when I swallow around him, and he chants “Yes, yes, yes,” it’s enough to make me absolutely drunk with excitement.
Finally, before he can come, I kiss up his torso and position myself over him, ready to take him inside. But then I pause.
“Condom?”
He cups my face in his hands and kisses me tenderly. “There’s no one but you, sweetheart.”
I raise an eyebrow. “You haven’t had sex in two years?”
He just shakes his head, and everything in me softens.
“Me, neither,” I whisper. “And I’m still on the pill.”
“Then what are you waiting for?”
With my forehead still pressed to his, I lower myself over him. When I’m seated, completely filled, Brax sits up and kisses me tenderly. He’s so tall that he’s at eye-level with me, even in this position.
“Wrap your legs around my waist, babe,” he coaxes.
I comply.
And with my arms around his neck, and his hands on my ass, lifting me up and down, I ride him, clenching his length as our gazes lock.
The house is quiet around us, filled with only our soft moans and breaths. Finally, Brax’s fingers press harder into my flesh, and he bares his teeth.
“Fuck, Jose.”
“Oh, yeah, we are.”
That makes him smile, then swallow hard. After just two more thrusts, we come apart together.
I hug him closer and rest my forehead on his shoulder as we each fight to catch our breath.
“Was it always that good?” I ask quietly.
“Yeah.” He drags his hands away from the globes of my ass and moves them up my back so he can hug me close. “You’re like a goddamn drug for me.”
Well, isn’t that just satisfying?
“You were supposed to lie down so you didn’t get hurt.”
“I can’t even feel my lips right now, babe. You didn’t hurt me.”
I lift myself away from him and walk into the bathroom. After cleaning myself up, I take a wet washcloth back to the bedroom for Brax.