Page 34 of Conflagration
I'm close, so fucking close, but there's no way I'm coming before she does. I grip her hips tight as I ram into her over and over again, going as deep as I can. My fingertips dig into her skin as I feel the orgasm building in my dick, but I keep going, thrusting relentlessly until she's writhing underneath me, screaming out my name as she comes all around my dick. I nearly sigh in relief as her pussy convulses, and I let go, letting her milk every single fucking drop out of me. My hips contract as my dick pulses, filling her fully with my release. I lean forward and press my chest against her back, knowing that was the best sexual experience of my life and wanting to know when we can do it again.
I’VE DIED and gone to heaven. Or I’ve been used as a science experiment and been frozen alive because I don’t think I can move a muscle. I’ve never been more relaxed than I am right now. I’ve never been more satisfied. If someone placed a mirror in front of me this very second, I know I’d look like the complete embodiment of “well fucked and satisfied.”
It’s cliché to say, especially after the first time, but holy hell. That was the most intense sexual experience of my life. I’m not sure I’ve ever been fucked. But it felt like more than that. The way his hands roamed my body, how he made sure I got my release before his? That meant more. Like it was some weird hybrid of making love and fucking all at once. It was raw and primal, yet it was sensual and erotic. He cherished me as much as he tried to possess me, and I'm not sure which side won out. Frankly, I'm not sure I care.
“Mmm,” I hear him mumble, his hot breath tickling my neck. He’s practically lying on top of me, my breasts mashed against the counter, his hard dick still nestled perfectly inside me. And sweet Jesus, I don’t want him to move.
“Mmm indeed,” I murmur, wiggling my ass back against him. “I guess I can see how you’re a pretty hot negotiator, but I sure as hell hope you save those tactics just for me.”
He chuckles, his throat sending vibrations across my skin. “Don’t worry, baby. This is a brand-new experience for me. I’ve never come so hard in my life,” he tells me, pressing hot kisses against my neck.
Dizzying sensations reverberate throughout my body, and I’m not sure if it’s because of his kisses or his words.
“Oh yeah?” I breathe, more than pleased with myself, and I clench my pussy around him, loving the feel of him hard and still inside me.
He groans and pumps in one more time. “Oh yeah, baby. I was with a frigid bitch for far too long. You’re a breath of fucking fresh air, and I’m nearly ready to go again.”
Turning my head to look back at him, I cock an eyebrow, trying to hide my grin. “Babe, I’m all for full disclosure and what not, and one of these days, we can have a long heart-to-heart about our exes if we want. But can we please not talk about yours while you’re still inside me?”
He winces. “My bad, baby. And no, a heart-to-heart isn’t necessary. All that matters now is this. Us. Here and now,” he whispers in my ear, sending chills throughout my body. He thrusts into me once more before he kisses my neck and slowly slides out
I miss his warmth almost instantly, but I keep my silence, not wanting to be that girl—the stage-five clinger after one sexual experience. I turn around, being able to do so for the first time since Branson entered the kitchen, and sigh as my eyes rake over his fully naked body for the first time. Even though he’s an office jockey, his body is still rock hard in all the right places. I check out his muscles appreciatively, and he chuckles when he catches my gaze. Then he leans in to kiss me on the lips for the first time since he entered the room.
Slipping my arms around his neck, I narrow my eyes. “You shouldn’t be up on the knee, mister,” I scold, and he just smirks.
His hands grip my waist as he picks me up and places me on the very island he just so thoroughly fucked me on, his hand sliding between my legs. “Getting a piece of this? That was definitely worth the pain, baby.”
If I weren’t already wet, I’d damn well be now. His words turn me on, and I have half a mind to hook my legs around his waist to go for round two, but he moves out of my reach. I watch as he moves to the sink, where he wets a dish towel before he hobbles back to me and presses the warm cloth in between my legs, cleaning me up.
As I come down from my post-coital high, alarm bells start ringing in my head. I jump off the counter and start pacing.
“Fuck. Dammit. Shit,” I mutter to myself, trying to remember when I last took my birth control pill.
Branson disposes of the cloth and hooks his arm around my waist, pulling me into his chest. I should be reveling in the fact that our naked bodies are aligned again, and arousal pools between my legs just as I feel his erection press against my belly, nearly causing me to forget the reason for my cursing.
He looks down at me, amusement in his eyes. “What’s goin’ on, baby?” he asks, his thumb rubbing the small of my back.
I inhale a deep breath. I really don’t want to ruin this moment. This night. It’s been so freaking perfect, and I hate to put a damper on things. But I’m not that woman. “Branson…that was…ten shades of amazing. The most amazing experience of my life, and I can’t wait for more.” I pause as he grins down at me and then watch as it falls when he sees my somber expression. “Babe, we kind of got caught up in the moment and umm…well, we didn’t use any protection.”
His mouth forms a knowing ‘O’ before he breaks out in a grin. “Don’t worry about it. I got checked after Megan and I’m clean. You good?” he asks like it’s completely normal, as if he’s asking if my steak is cooked properly—not at all caring that we just had sex with no protection.
Uhh, yeah, my steak’s just fine, but I’m not exactly ready to put a freaking bun in my oven.
“Umm, yeah, I know I’m clean, and I was on birth control, but I haven’t taken a pill since the accident. It wasn’t exactly on my mind in the hospital.”
His eyebrows draw together as he thinks for a moment, but then that grin resurfaces. “It was one time, baby. Tomorrow, we’ll go out and get an economy-sized box of condoms, and we’ll be good.” He leans down and nuzzles my neck. “Because now that I’ve had you, I won’t ever be able to get enough. And since we’re going to be stuck in the house, laid up together, we might as well get laid,” he offers as he nips at the skin on my neck, sending a tingling sensation down my spine.
I let his words sink in, and I know he’s right. This isn’t the first time I’ve had sex with no protection, and I’m still sans child. Taking a deep breath, I relax and smile up at him.
“That’s probably our best bet. You still have to bring out that sexual deviant side of me.” A low growl builds in his throat, and I laugh as I push him away. “But for now, mister, it’s time for you to uphold your end of the deal. Figure out where you want to settle for the night and we’re parking your ass there.”
He pouts as he chews on his bottom lip, and it takes everything in me not to let him do whatever he wants. “The bed. Just in case I fall asleep,” he says, and I nod. “That way, when we wake up tomorrow, we can have a repeat of this morning—without all the interruptions.”
Laughing, I throw a towel at him before wrapping my arms around his waist and looking up into his eyes. “You have a one-track mind.”
His eyes dance with delight. “You’ve got it all wrong, baby. I used to… But it’s like someone clicked the switch and, now, all I can think about is you. For the first time in my life, I’m taking what I want outside of the boardroom, and I know I won’t regret it for a single second. A week without work would normally be killing me, but the only time I think about work now is to wonder what you’d look like sprawled out and naked for me on my desk.”
His words warm my heart, and I know I’m in trouble. I’m already falling for this man. With sudden clarity, it dawns on me that I had no idea what love was before him. My heart constricts, but it swells at the same time. Because as I’m finding love, I’m also finding my strength. Before, I was a coward with nothing to fight for. Now? I’ll muster up every ounce of courage and strength I need to continue to be a part of Branson’s life. And if, in the end, he still shuts me out? I’ll be stronger for having been with him.
