Follow Me Darkly (Follow Me #1) - Helen Hardt Page 0,39
He thrusts and he thrusts and he thrusts—
A rocket of energy surges into my clit and my pussy contracts, pulsating against his plunging cock. Sounds come from my throat. Are they words? I have no idea. I’m blind, but colors and vibrations and kaleidoscopic images catapult through me as I jump from the precipice and leap into nirvana.
“That’s it, baby. Give it to me. Give it all to me. It’s mine.”
Thrust, thrust, thrust—
“God, yes! So tight, baby. So good.”
Braden’s cock is so deep in me, and still I quiver around him, my climax reeling. In seconds, it slows, and I’m left with him pulling out and rolling off me.
And I’ve never been so satisfied in my life.
With a whoosh, Braden removes the blindfold. “You can speak now and move your hands.”
But I have no words.
Chapter Twenty-Five
“Have I truly rendered you speechless?” Braden says, a glint in his eye. “Seems unbelievable.” He’s on his side, his head propped on his hand. He stares down at me.
I reach forward and push a stray hair over his forehead. “What do you want me to say?”
“You can start with, ‘Wow, Braden. You rocked my world.’”
I laugh. “Isn’t that pretty obvious?”
“See what happens when you give in to me?”
I smile but say nothing. Because I’ve stumbled upon a secret.
I haven’t given in. I used my control to keep from speaking, to keep my hands in place. I used my control to be certain I ended this evening with an orgasm.
He may think he controlled me, but he didn’t.
The glint in his eye remains, but a cloud hovers over us. Does he know my secret? Does he care?
Finally, I speak. “It was amazing.”
He kisses my lips softly. “Go to sleep.”
…
I wake to light streaming in through the wall of windows in Braden’s bedroom. As promised, he didn’t make me leave. But where is he?
I’m still stark naked. I wander to the bathroom quickly and then into Braden’s closet. I grab a white shirt and put it on. What can only be 100 percent cotton is cool over my shoulders. I find my panties—still in one piece, thank goodness—on the floor and hastily don them. Then I leave the room.
This place is huge. My nose helps me find my way to the kitchen. Braden is sitting at the island drinking coffee and reading something on his iPad, while a woman—his chef, presumably?—stands at the stove frying bacon and eggs.
And I’m wearing nothing but black panties and one of Braden’s shirts. Since it’s doubtful a hole will open up and swallow me to save me this embarrassment, I clear my throat softly.
Braden turns toward me. “Good morning.”
“Good morning.”
“Coffee?”
“Absolutely. Thank you.” I walk in and take a seat next to Braden.
The woman at the stove turns. She’s young and gorgeous, with brown hair and eyes. “Good morning. I’m Marilyn.”
“Hi,” I squeak out.
“How do you take your coffee?” she asks.
“Black.”
A moment later, a cup of steaming black coffee slides in front of me.
Braden turns to me. “Hungry?”
“No. I’m good.”
“Are you sure? Marilyn always makes enough to feed a small army.”
“That’s because you have the appetite of a small army.” Marilyn smiles and sets a full plate of bacon, eggs, and toast in front of Braden. “Sure I can’t get you anything?”
“No.” Seriously, if I try to eat right now, I’ll puke.
This is the part I’m really bad at—the small talk after something intimate. I’ve never known quite what to say the morning after, and this time it’s worse because first, I’m starting to really like Braden, and second, there’s another person in the room—who knows Braden and I fucked all night long.
I take a sip of coffee and burn my tongue. I set the cup down quickly and spill a few drops on the marble counter. “Sorry,” I mumble.
“Not a problem.” Marilyn wipes up my mess with a flourish.
Braden places his iPad on the counter. “Could you excuse us for a few minutes, Marilyn?”
“Sure, Mr. Black. Just buzz if you need me.” She exits the kitchen.
He turns to me. “What’s going on?”
“Nothing.”
“You’re acting strange. Are you uncomfortable here?”
“No. Not exactly.”
“You’re the one who wanted to stay. To leave on your own terms.”
I nod. “Yes.”
“Okay. Just so we’re both on the same page. You’re welcome to stay as long as you like. I have a few hours of work to do.”
“Oh. Okay. I should check in with work, too.” I take another sip of coffee, being more careful this time. “Braden?”