Page 31 of Touch My Shelves

“Don’t worry,” he says with a confident grin as he moves his hand between us and presses his thumb against my clit. I gasp and breathe out a deep moan.

Bingo!

He drops more kisses on my chest as he says, “Yeah, you have nothing to worry about.” Kiss, kiss. “This is called building anticipation.” Kiss, kiss, lick. “Not clueless ignorance of the female body.”

Whimpering, I scrape my fingers through his dark hair and tug softly, returning his lips to mine for a brief kiss before he returns to driving me crazy with his tongue and lips on my chest.

“Brax,” I moan. I feel like I’m going to burst into flames if he doesn’t…

He sucks deep on one nipple and I cry out as white lights appear behind my closed lids.

His finger delves inside of me and it feels so good, but it’s not enough. “You’re soaked for me, Poppy.”

“Yes…”

He pumps in and out and I whimper, unable to look away from the lust flooding the depths of his eyes. He grinds his cock against my clit while he works me with his fingers, and I’m close to losing it. “I’m—”

With his cheek pressed to mine, he orders, “Do it, Poppy. Come all over my fingers. Let me feel you take your pleasure.”

And I do. I explode around his hand. I’m consumed by the way he works me. His touch slows, but doesn’t stop, as I open my eyes while tremors still rock my body and see a sexy smile curl his lips.

Staring into my eyes, he ruins me by saying, “God, you’re beautiful when you come.”

Reaching out, he tucks a strand of hair behind my ear. Those same fingers cup one breast and he runs his thumb over the tight nub. Even though I’ve just come, desire shoots straight to my core tightening down on his fingers.

“Fuck,” he swears.

“Yes, please,” I reply and almost cry when he removes his fingers from my body, picks me up, and places me in the center of his king-sized bed.

He crawls over me, covers my body, his hot, hard cock pressed between us. He takes my mouth again in a frantic, desperate kiss before tearing away and sliding down my body.

“I have to know what you taste like,” he tells me, his voice brusque and suggestive.

Before his meaning becomes clear in my post-orgasmic haze, he’s parting my legs and settling between them. His tongue laps over my pussy from bottom to top. My hips buck and I yelp, grabbing the bedding to ground myself. Planting one hand on my lower stomach, he holds me down and goes back in to feed on me.

I never knew how incredible a tongue could feel on my most sensitive of areas. He not only knows where my clit is located, he knows exactly how to work it. My back arches and, without a moment of embarrassment, I find myself grinding down on his mouth to get more. Just more. Whatever he’s doing, I need more of it. He licks, and sucks, and stabs his tongue into my pussy with precision and accuracy. And then he changes it up…

Flicking my clit back and forth with his most talented tongue, I come hard without any prior indication that I’m close. By the time I’m floating back to myself, he’s rolling on a condom, spreading me wide again, and looking up at me with apologetic eyes.

“I wish I could make this last, but I want you too badly,” he says and nudges my lower lips.

Last? My God, I’ve already come twice. I don’t understand how I can want him again so quickly after two mind-blowing orgasms. His honesty, or his willingness to let me see what he’s truly feeling, touches me deeply. “I want you inside me now.”

He pushes the rest of the way in and pauses, giving me a moment to adjust to having him inside my body. Then he begins to move hard and fast, exactly what I need, without ever breaking eye contact. Sex has never been like this before. It’s wrong to even compare this with what I thought I knew about sex. I’ve never felt so close to someone or so seen as I do in his gaze. He makes me feel…special. At some point, I know I’m going to realize what this means, but not now. Especially not when he lowers his head and takes my mouth with his as he thrusts deep. All I can do is wrap my arms around him and hold on.

Hold on to Brax.

To feel how deep he hits inside me.

To feel how right we are together.

To soak in how it feels to be with him.

Those singular thoughts are all it takes to send me soaring so hard I see white lights circling above us. My body is no longer my own because it now belongs to him. He stiffens and comes with my name falling softly from his lips.

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As I lie beside Brax in his bed, the quiet becomes noticeable. Should I say something? Should I gather my clothes and leave? Maybe he doesn’t know how to ask me to go. Yeah, that would be awkward.

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