Page 77 of Beautifully Broken
“For you,” I answer as he shuts off the oven and carries me to his bedroom.
His bedside lamp illuminates the room in a soft yellow glow as I’m set down gently on the mattress. Braiden hovers over me before pressing his lips to my jaw and that spot on my neck, which never fails to make my stomach flutter. Suddenly, with his body heat against me, this dress feels too restricting, and before I know it, I’m reaching for the hem. Braiden lifts my back slightly, helping me remove it before taking in my bare chest. His fingers trace down my stomach and over the wave tattoo going across the arch of my hipbone. A small giggle escapes me at the ticklish sensation. When I look up at him, he’s smiling, the love he feels for me palpable in his gaze.
“You’re too clothed,” I tell him, eyes drifting down to his shirt. “I need your skin on mine.”
Slowly, he removes his shirt as anticipation continues to rise, rushing through my veins.
I work on his belt and jeans before he stands, undressing until he's only in his tight briefs that thankfully leave nothing to the imagination. His heart isn’t the only big and beautiful part of him. My pussy aches, begging to be touched, so I do. My thumbs slip into the waistband of my panties, sliding them down my legs as he stands there, mesmerized. There’s something about his attention onmy core that drives me wild, encouraging me to spread my legs, fully offering myself as my fingers find my clit.
Swallowing roughly, my thoughts leave my lips without any more hesitation. “I bet your mouth would feel amazing.” He observes me for a moment, checking my eyes and body language for confirmation before crawling back onto the bed.
“I’m ready to devour the best meal of my life, Ava Rose.” Pressing a kiss to my lips, he peppers more down my body, taking his sweet time as he treasures each breast, then drags his mouth along my stomach and hips, leaving soft, teasing kisses that have me nearly writhing.
I’m ready. More than ready.
Each kiss causes my heart to thud harder against my ribs, waiting for the contact I crave between my legs. His lips descend lower, bypassing my pussy and moving to my thigh, slowly kissing toward it again. I involuntarily gasp as he takes me in his mouth, moaning as I relax beneath the sensation. The warmth and wetness and tingles assure me his tongue is going to get me off quicker than his fingers. My God, it’s so gentle and tantalizing, and I never want this to end. I glance down, watching him.
As Braiden’s eyes open, and as he peers up at me, I instantly think how he looks like a crocodile peeking out of the water. My giggle breaks our moment of intensity, but I can’t help myself.
“What?” Confusion and amusement meet his eyes. It feels so freeing to be this comfortable while he’s touching me.
“Nothing.” I giggle once more and shake my head, collecting myself as my center aches for more of him. “Carry on.”
“I’ll take your giggles over panic anytime, lovebug.” His mouth covers my pussy once again, and my eyes shut, focusing on the swirl of his tongue, the little suctioning pulses of his lips, and the way my body begins to tense, chasing the release.
Will he know when to stop?
Fear jolts through me, and as if sensing my nerves, I feel him reach for my hand, weaving it in his hair for me. My heart settles back in its rightful place as my fist clenches his hair while my orgasm takes over with just another few flicks and swirls of his tongue. Each time euphoria consumes me, another layerof trauma dissolves into oblivion. Braiden continues as I hold him in place, enjoying the continued pleasure until I’m ready to push his head away.
With my hand still in his hair, I bring him up to me, kissing his lips and tasting myself. There’s something erotic about it, and as he moans into the kiss, my hand travels down to hold his hard-on. Braiden thrusts into my hand as his arms rest on each side of my head. A need deep inside me nearly stings for his attention, and I clench around nothing, desperate for him to fill me.
This is it.
“Fuck me, Braiden,” I breathe out into our kiss. “My body is yours.”
“It’s yours, but I’m going to show you how thankful I am for you to let me love it.” There’s no rush with what follows his declaration.
Our lips move, slowly savoring each kiss and sigh, every inch of his skin under my fingertips. My legs wrap around him as my arms pull him down to feel his weight on me, like my own personal security blanket of muscle. Braiden flexes into my hip, and I adjust myself, needing friction on my clit, which is exactly what I get when he grinds into me.
“Please, Braiden,” I moan, reaching to remove his briefs over his solid dick.
“Are you sure?” His face is inches from mine, eyes full of concern, but also looking like he can barely restrain himself from not giving in. It’s an attractive combination.
“More than anything.” My nose burns as I fight back tears. “This next experience will be completely new to me––as it rightfully should be.”
“If I ever run into those pieces of shit one day….” Braiden fumes but shakes it off when I kiss him softly, his tensed jaw relaxing under the brush of my fingers. He clears his throat and speaks against my lips. “Again, you’re in control.”
Except I don’t know what to do or how to be in control. “Take the lead and show me how much I’m going to enjoy this.” Though from what I’ve heard, I’m prepared for this to suck the first time around.
Braiden gives me a kiss before fully removing his underwear. His dick is so swollen, the head more purple than usual, dripping with pre-cum. With a deep, shaky breath, his broad chest expands even more. Instead of lying on top, he lies on his side next to me. My head rests on his arm and his other hand grips my hip. Holding my stare, his fingers travel between my legs, and my arousal coats his fingers.
“You’re still soaked.” Braiden brings his finger to his mouth and tastes me. “You liked my mouth on your pussy, didn’t you?”
I nod as his low voice resonates in my core.
“You taste so fucking good.” His finger pushes into me and slowly curls before sliding back out and repeating the process. My lungs exhale heavily at the unexpected rush of euphoria. “Do you finger yourself a lot too?”
My face flushes with humiliation.
