Page 30 of Do Me
“The song’s fine. It’s just that I don’t need any reminders about… I mean, it’s sort of suggestive.”
Angling her head his way, she gave him a sensual smile. “Hmm, you’re right.” She straddled his lap, gyrating against him. “And what do you plan to do about that suggestion?”
Braxton gritted his teeth and his breathing increased. “Londyn, you’re playing with fire, sweetheart. I’m doing my best to wait until you’re ready, but you’re killing me.”
Londyn trailed kisses along his jaw and whispered in his ear, “Obviously, you’re not hearing what I’m telling you.”
His hands clamped down on her hips to still her movements. He was close to exploding, but needed to hear her say it. He searched her gaze for any indecision or hesitation, but only saw raw desire. “I need you to tell me what you want.”
Her eyes met his. “You, Braxton. I want you, and I want you to do me exactly how the song says…until I—”
Groaning, he crushed his mouth to hers, cutting off her erotic plea. He leaped to his feet with her in his arms. “Bedroom.”
“Hallway. Straight back.” He entered her bedroom and placed her on her feet, then waited as she turned on the lamp beside her bed.
She sauntered back to where Braxton still stood and removed her shoes. Her hands went to her sweater, but he placed a staying hand on hers.
“I’ve got this tonight. You can strip for me next time.” Braxton felt and saw her stiffen. “What is it, Londyn? If you’ve changed your mind, it’s okay.”
Londyn shook her head. “I haven’t.”
Something’s going on with her. He knew felt it as surely as his own heartbeat. Suddenly, it finally hit him. She’d been hurt by a man—and badly—if the snatches of fear and sadness she displayed on occasion were any indication. He cursed under his breath. Picking her up, he placed her in the center of the bed, then followed her down. “Do you know how beautiful you are?” he murmured, placing light kisses on her forehead, eyelids, nose and cheeks, before taking her mouth in another heated kiss. His hand searched under her top and caressed her bare skin.
She sucked in a deep breath. “Hurry, Braxton.”
“I can’t do that. You’re the woman I’ve been waiting for and I plan to take my time touching, tasting, kissing,doingeach and every part of your body.” Slowly, methodically, he divested her of her clothes, lingering in each spot and attempting to convey just how much he wanted her. Braxton couldn’t heal her, but he would do his best to make her forget every man in her past and remember only him and the pleasure they shared. Cupping her breasts in his hands, he kneaded and massaged them before bending to take one nipple in his mouth. She moaned loudly. He released one breast and kissed the other while his hand traveled down her flat belly to the softness between her thighs.
Londyn cried out and arched off the bed. She pushed his shirt up and over his head. Her hands roamed purposely over his chest and arms, making his muscles contract and flex beneath her touch. “You’re beautiful, too.”
His soft laughter turned to a moan when hands moved lower and cupped him through his jeans. Braxton was nearing the end of his control. Rolling off the bed, he quickly shed the rest of his clothes and donned a condom. He kissed his way up her body until she lay beneath him, loving the feel of her soft curves against his body. He used his hands and mouth to tease and torment, taking her to the brink of ecstasy, time and time again, her passionate cries filling the room.
“Brax…Braxton.” She moaned and writhed as his hand feathered down her thigh, then back up to her core.
“Is this how you want me to do you?” Braxton parted her sensitive folds, slid one finger inside and she came with a strangled cry. He added another finger, moving them in and out and prolonging the pleasure. Withdrawing his fingers, he spread her legs with his knees, his eyes never leaving hers as he slowly pushed his erection into her, inch by exquisite inch, until he was buried deep inside her. He moaned deep in his throat at the pleasure of her tight walls squeezing him. Her eyes drifted closed. “Londyn, sweetheart, look at me.”
Londyn’s eyes fluttered open.
“This is not just sex. This is a man making love to the woman he’s falling for.”
She closed her eyes and a tear escaped. “Thank you. I needed to know that it isn’t because I want more with you.”
Her words were like music to his ears. He pulled out to the tip and plunged deep. A shudder racked his body as he started to move in slow insistent circles. He delved deeper with each rhythmic push and Londyn wrapped her legs around him, lifting her hips to meet each thrust. The sounds of their breathing increased and he set a pace that had the bed rocking. “I knew it would be this way with us,” he said. “I can’t get enough of you.” Braxton tilted her hips higher, never missing a beat. “I need to be deeper inside you, baby.”
She clutched his shoulders. “I can’t hold on,” she panted, her legs tightening around his back. Grabbing the back of his head, she thrust her tongue into his mouth. He gripped her hips tighter and his strokes came faster. Abruptly, she broke off the kiss and let out a high-pitched scream as she climaxed all around him, her feminine muscles clenching him tight.
Braxton was on the verge of exploding, but didn’t want to release just yet. He slowed the pace, thrusting with long, languid strokes, slowly rebuilding her passion.
“Braxton, I don’t think I can take much more.Please.”
Braxton plunged deeper and faster. Her whimpers and cries of passion excited him in a way he had never experienced and couldn’t explain. He gritted his teeth, feeling her nails biting into the skin on his back, but didn’t slow.
“Braxton!” She stiffened, then let out a scream that made the hairs stand up on the back of his neck. Her body shook, and her inner muscles contracted, clamping around him like a vise.
He threw back his head and exploded in a rush of pleasure that tore through him like a crack of lightning. His eyes slid closed, he groaned her name and shuddered above her as the spasms racked his body. He collapsed on her, and then shifted to his side, taking her with him.This is what I’ve been missing all my life.Braxton idly stroked her back while waiting for his breathing to return to normal.
“I think I’ve been done now,” Londyn said tiredly.
So had he. In more ways than one.
