Page 68 of Choosing Skyler

Brady and I wake up to a sparkling clean, but otherwise empty apartment. We check our phones and have messages from Devon and Tracey in our group chat.

Devon: We’re heading to Tracey’s for the night. We cleaned up and put the left-over food in the fridge if y’all get hungry.

Tracey: We’re only one floor away if you need us. If not, have a good night.

Devon: We figured we owed you some “alone” time after ruining Sky’s plans earlier.

Brady and I look at each other after reading their messages and both start laughing.

“Well, that was as subtle as Devon ever is,” Brady says, shaking his head.

“At least they didn’t leave us a mess to clean up. I can think of much better things to do my first night home,” I tell him with a wink. I walk over to him and wrap my arms around his waist, resting my face against his chest. “I’m glad to have you all to myself.”

His arms go around me, and he squeezes me in a hug. “Me too.”

I pull back and look up at him. “Let’s go take a shower,” I say and feel my cheeks heat with a blush at the fire it sparks in his eyes.

He doesn’t answer with words. He just lifts me up to wrap my legs around him and carries me to the bathroom, setting me on the vanity before walking over to the bathtub. He doesn’t start the shower like I expect him to. Instead, he grabs the lavender bubble bath from the gift basket that Tracey brought me in the hospital and starts running a bath.

When he walks back over to me, I spread my knees for him to step between my legs. I reach up and grip the back of his neck to pull him into a kiss. I moan when he nips my bottom lip and even though it sounds different than it used to, it still has an instant effect on him. I feel him hardening between my legs, which makes me moan again and rock my hips against him.

He groans and his hold on my hips tightens to stop my movements. “Whoa, Beautiful. We’ve got time. Let me take care of you,” he says, his voice strained.

I wrap my legs around him. “I don’t want time, Brady. I wantyou,” I tell him with a husky whine.

I haven’t told him about the thoughts I’ve had since my attack. Thoughts that if he’d had the time, I’m sure Dirk would have raped me. Then, I wouldn’t have my virginity to give to Brady. Dirk may have taken my mouth without consent, as brief as it was. But the rest of mewillbe Brady’s. I’m his. All of me belongs to him and I want him to know it.

Sensing my impatience, he reaches up to run his thumb along my kiss swollen lips. “I’m right here. I’m not going anywhere. We’ve got all night, Beautiful.”

I nod, knowing that he doesn’t want to push me. He wants this to be special and so do I. This should happen because it’s the right time forus. Not because of the fear someone else instilled in my mind. So, I take a deep breath and turn my head to kiss the palm of his hand.

He steps back to remove his shorts and boxers and I hop down from the counter to undress myself. He takes my hand to help me into the bath and I scoot forward for him to climb in behind me. I turn the faucet off and lean back against him, enjoying the warm bath and the feeling of him behind me.

He washes me with his hands and the suds from the bubble bath. I lay back against him and let him explore, loving the feeling of his hands on my bare skin. He travels up my arms to rub my shoulders and neck. Then, down my chest to knead my breasts softly before traveling down my stomach and over my hips to the outsides of my thighs. Then, back up the same path, never lingering in one spot. I feel tingles and fire everywhere he touches me—like my body is coming alive under his touch.

When his hands travel back down my stomach, they go to the insides of my thighs instead of outside like the first time. Not quite where I’m aching for him, but closer. I spread my knees, trying to entice him and he chuckles in my ear, sending goosebumps spreading down my neck.

“Whatcha need, Beautiful?” he says huskily.

“You… More…Please,” I say, lifting my hips.

“I’m right here. I’ve got you,” he says as he grips my hip with his left hand and his right goes to the apex of my thighs. His fingers trace between my lips and I’m so wet I’m sure he can feel it, even in the warm water.

I whimper and grip his wrist, trying to keep him there.

“Shh, relax, Beautiful. Let me take care of you,” he says, before nipping the soft spot behind my ear.

I release his wrist and he finds my needy clit, pinching it lightly. I writhe against his hand, moaning at how good this feels. His fingers trace back down and he enters me with one finger. It’s tight and there’s a slight burn, but not enough to erase the pleasure. His palm presses against my clit, letting me adjust to the feeling of something inside me for the first time before he gently moves his finger in and out of me. I feel the tingles of my oncoming orgasm spread up my legs and low in my belly. Just as I freeze before coming, he pulls out and enters me with two fingers, curling them inside me and setting me off.

“Oh, God,Brady…” I cry out, coming harder than I ever have before.

He doesn’t stop and neither does my orgasm. It seems to go on forever before I’m slumping back against his chest, breathing through the aftershocks. When they finally stop, he gently removes his fingers, making me wince. He wraps his arms around my waist and kisses up my shoulder and neck before nipping at that soft spot again, making me purr in content.

When I feel that he’s hard behind me, I sit up to turn around and face him. I want to take care of him too. I straddle his thighs in the wide garden tub and reach between us to take him in my hand. He sits up and wraps his hand around the back of my neck to pull me into a kiss. When my hand tightens around him, he groans into my mouth, thrusting up into my hand. I pull back to watch his face as I stroke him. Adjusting my grip and speed to the pleasure on his face. He seems to like it when I grip him tighter and move my hand slower, twisting it around him as I move up and down his length.

He grabs my hips and slides me forward until I’m pressed against him, and my knuckles bump my sensitive clit with every stroke. I gasp as my legs begin to tremble. I want to close my legs to suppress the fire burning in me, but I can’t since I’m straddling his lap. My hand loses its rhythm as I feel the burning of another orgasm in my lower belly, but it doesn’t stop his groans of pleasure. I clench my thighs around his and my grip on him tightens as the wave crashes over me.

He sits up to take one of my nipples in his mouth and bite down gently. His other hand wraps around mine, guiding my hand as we come together. He moans around my nipple as he spills over both of our hands.

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