Page 69 of Beautifully Broken
Of course hewantsto watch me enjoy the pleasure he has to offer as well. I want that too. When Braiden breaks the kiss to stare into my eyes, it sends my heart to my throat.
“We can stop at any point.” He sounds like a broken record, and most likely doesn’t expect much to happen this time either, but if anyone deserves anA for effort, it’s me.
“Kiss down my body.” I know I’ll enjoy that because his breath hitches every single time I do it to him. His moans fill the room whenever I stroke his dick or take him in my mouth.
“Gladly, Ava.” He’s never once called me out on freezing when his hands wander south. But this time? I need to prove to myself that I can let him make me feel good. If only my insides would stop trembling.
I remove his shirt, revealing his perfectly sculpted body as it hovers over me. My hands give their praises, tracing his abs and back up to cup his face. Leaning down, his lips meet my jaw before dragging along my neck. Waves of excitement roll through me as he peers up between feathered kisses down my abdomen. A relaxed sigh sinks me deeper into the bed as his hot breath and soft mouth continue exploring my skin. Slowly, my legs part, inviting him lower. But he doesn’t touch methere.Not yet.
Pure lust glazes over his eyes as he pushes my leg out wider, trailing his lips from the back of my knee and up my thigh. I want this to happen like my life depends on it. He has no clue of the truth behind us taking things slower than most couples, and I haven’t gathered the courage to come clean. I wish I didn’t have to. I wish I could just move on.
“Yes.” A needy cry falls from my lips as he places a wet whisper of a kiss on the sensitive skin of my hip, taking me by surprise. “Keep going.”
“Anything for you, baby.” Braiden watches me intently. My skin is electric, mirroring his desperate need to taste me as much as I want to feel that experience for myself. Each kiss inching closer to my center sends an anticipatory pulse to my clit.
Stopping him will not happen this time.
I’ve made it this far.
I’m okay.
A deep breath fills my lungs as my pelvis arches. My eyes stay glued to his every move as his tongue licks from my wet spot on my panties up to my still-covered clit.
He groans. “So fucking good.” Gently, his lips suction to my clit, and I twitch from the perfect sensation.
“Again. Please, Braiden.”
He smirks before his tongue swipes his bottom lip.
“What Ava Rose wants, Ava Rose gets.” His tongue increases pressure, and my skin burns with the need of knowing how his tongue would feel againstmy bare pussy. He continues taking his time building me up–– or he’s waiting for consent to remove my panties. My eyes flutter shut as I grind against him.
Braiden wants me to feel as good as I make him feel.
Buthowgood?
Forhowlong?
Suddenly, his hands hold my hips steady, locking me in place, unable to move. Fuck, no no no. I should have been clearer about this. Tears prickle my eyes and bile churns my stomach. Any ounce of pleasure morphs into a skin-crawling sensation that makes me want to escape my own body.
“No, please no!” My heels dig into the bed, pulling myself away from him as if his tongue is a tool of torture. I mean to say in my head, but it’s a broken rasp of fear cutting through our beautiful moment. Sitting up, my cheek wedges between my molars as I steady my breathing. Humiliation and anger overwhelm me, and I begin to spiral, blinking back tears.
Braiden jumps back to the edge of the bed, concern and guilt dancing over his handsome face.
“Did I do something to hurt you? Is it too sensitive? I promise, I only wanted to make you feel good, Ava.” My heart cracks, watching him blame himself, and I can only shake my head.
“No. No, you did everything right. I just….” My lips roll between my teeth as I hold my breath, trying to figure out what to say. “I’m so sorry.”
“Don’t you dare apologize.” His hands cradle my face, quieting my world. “Jumping to oral before ever even using my fingers was my fault.” There he goes, being perfect, not wanting an ounce of guilt to be put on me. “One step at a time, lovebug. How you choose to share your body is something I value too. It’s okay if you’re not ready to go this far.” That’s a typical assumption, but also embarrassing. “If we need to stick to kissing, then so be it.”
I don’t deserve him.
“I feel bad that––”
“Don’t worry about my physical needs. I needyoufor more than an orgasm. Sex would only add to the connection, but it’s nothing to rush.”
We’ve been dating for three damn months and have been friends for years… I know he used to drown in pussy, and the fact that he’s gone this long without it has built my trust and faith in him.
“It… It’s not.” His eyes fall to my chest, watching my breathing pick up.
