So much more.
“Brax,” I gasp, as his hand grazes my breast. Even with my top and bra still on, my skin sizzles from his touch.
“Let’s take this off now so I can gawk at you.” He divests me of my shirt.
“Yes, pesky clothing,” I joke as I impatiently take off my bra.
He takes a step back as if to admire me. “God, you’re beautiful.”
A shy smile forms on my face, but that shyness dissolves when he kisses me again.
“I can’t fucking wait to see how wet you are.” He pulls my hips flush against him as he nuzzles my neck.
“I can’t either,” I breathe.
Brax steps back, and runs his hands down my sides until he reaches my jeans. He pops open the button and pulls the zipper down. “Take your sandals off, Dimple,” he orders.
With my heart thundering in my chest I kick off my footwear. It gallops faster as Brax sits on his haunches and helps me shimmy out of my jeans. Then, he drags my undies down, his gaze blazing hot as his eyes roam my nakedness.
Even as I step out of the rest of my clothing, I reflexively cover my breasts and crotch. But only for a short second and then I hold my arms wide. “Here I am,” I state. Before I could stop myself, I add, “Like I said, if I don’t come, it’s okay.”
Standing, Brax shakes his head. “Uh-uh. Failing to make you come is not an option.”
I smile patiently. “I’m just saying because I don’t want you to put too much pressure on yourself. And I don’t want to feel any pressure, either. I want to enjoy tonight. IknowI’m going to enjoy it even if I have to help myself get there. Promise.”
Brax cups my face. “You’re already trying to cushion your disappointment, aren’t you?”
I shut my eyes for a brief moment. “I know. I just can’t help it. I mean, you get me so hot and then these thoughts come into my head and I go off the boil a bit.”
“So stop thinking. Just feel. Relax and take everything I’m gonna give you without letting self-consciousness get in the way.”
“Okay,” I say tentatively.
He takes my hand and leads me to the table I used earlier in the day.
“I think we should get you undressed, too,” I say with a giggle, still trying to fully shake off my nerves.
“Not yet.” He pats the table. “Sit up here.”
“We’re not gonna use the airbed?” I’m confused.
“Not yet.”
I perch my naked self atop the table. And Brax sits on the chair in front of me.
“Oh.” If there were mirrors around, I’m sure I’d find myself red all over.
“Have I told you I can’t wait to lick your pussy?” Brax asks in a sexy tone while he slowly parts my legs.
Gulping, I nod. “I think you said something to that effect.”
“Lucky me I get to fulfil my dream tonight.” He runs light fingers along the inside of my thighs.
Feeling ticklish, I laugh. But when he replaces his fingers with his lips, I almost stop breathing.
Brax leaves a trail of scorching hot kisses on my skin, and my heart has never raced faster as his mouth gets closer and closer to the apex between my legs.
“Do you like being licked, Dimple?”