My skin feels hot and extra sensitive as Brandon places one hand against my hip and slowly, so slowly, skims it up to cup my breast. He watches his hand, biting his lip as he squeezes, testing the weight.
I suck a sharp breath in as his thumb brushes over my nipple, sending all the nerves there springing to life.
“More,” I beg.
“When I’m ready,” he says.
I groan, wanting everything all at once. Between my thighs, slick gathers as my body prepares for him.
Catching my taut nipple between his finger and thumb, he rolls it first gently and then harder.
“Goddess, yes!”
“Is that what you want, Jessa?” he says. “Or do you want me to kiss you there?”
“Yes,” I gasp. “All of it. Kiss me there, pinch it. I don’t care. I want it all.”
His head lowers. But not to the breast he is teasing with rough tugs. No, his head lowers to the other side, where he sucks the hardened tip into his mouth.
My fingers are in his hair, grasping, pulling him closer as all the sensations hit me with the ferocity of a winter storm. I squeeze my legs together, trying to ease the ache.
With a growl, he peels my hands away and slams them back to the bed. Goddess, that sound and his handling of me sets me on fire. His mouth shifts to the other breast, the one he has teased until it is a hot kind of sore. He trails the tip of his tongue all around the peak before sucking it into his warm, wet mouth.
My hands make fists. I want to grab him closer. I want to pet all the glorious flesh of his beautiful body. But I don’t dare move lest he stop this wondrous exploration.
I am torn between obedience to his request and rebelliousness. What will he do if I disobey him? Will he spank me? Will it push him to subdue me and thrust his hard cock inside me where I am desperate for his touch?
I battle with the two sides of me as he squeezes my breasts together and teases me to the point of madness with his fingers and mouth.
“Brandon, please,” I whine. “I cannot wait. You have made me wait too many times, and I do not want to wait today.”
His head lifts, eyes crashing to meet mine. His lips are a little swollen and glisten where he has been sucking against my breasts. Shifting, he rises above me onto all fours, giving me a perfect view of his glorious rippling flesh. Lower, his thick cock juts from the dark curls. The tip glistens, and a thin trail of clear stickiness connects it to the soft swell of my stomach.
Hand lowering, he cups me intimately, warm fingers over the entrance to my pussy, the heel of his palm teasing my clit. My hips lift, seeking more of his touch.
“Please,” I say.
Slowly, too slowly, he pushes two thick fingers inside.
“Gods, you are drenched,” he says, pumping in and out with maddening slowness. As he watches my face, I wonder what I look like with my mouth open as I gasp with pleasure. “Come for me, Jessa. Come all over my fingers, then I will give you everything you need. Will rut you and claim you forever as mine.”
His thumb swipes over my clit, back and forth, each stroke lifting the pleasure, bringing the quickening to my breath until it all tumbles over into a glorious release.
I lay panting after, satisfied and yet needy for more.
There is no more waiting. I am barely recovering from the climax when the tip of his cock snags the entrance… and sinks slowly in.
“Goddess!” I gasp. It is far thicker than his fingers, silken smooth and yet deliciously hard as it slides into me.
“You feel so fucking good, Jessa,” he says, voice low and rough. “Tell me if I’m hurting you. Tell me if you need me to stop.”
“Don’t stop,” I plead. My hands find the back of his neck, pulling him closer, demanding a kiss. “All of it, Brandon. I want it all.”
Pulling almost out, he surges deep, filling me completely, driving a gasp from my lips as he breaks through my hymen. There is only a slight pinchy-sting before it flares to a heated fullness.
“Are you okay?” he asks, lips close to mine, holding himself still.
“Yes,” I gasp. “Yes, it feels so good. Full of soft, hot, hardness. A perfect kind of full.”
With a groan, his lips lower to capture mine in a feverish