He scanned her up and down, grinning every time their eyes met. “I could look at you all night.” He lifted a hand to her breast and trailed a circle around her nipple with his finger. “And touch you all day.”
Lenna closed her eyes at his easy caress. It was light, almost impersonal, and very explorative. The pads of his fingers soothed and stroked, making her hum. After investigating both breasts, he moved down over her belly. Her stomach muscles tensed and quivered.
Oxygen shuddered from her lungs. “You’re making me want you again.”
“Good. I want you to come at least once more. Maybe twice. Then, I want you to go off when I’m deep inside you and you’re wrapped so snug around me I can feel each contraction of your orgasm milking my dick. Then, and only then, I’ll let you feel my release as it pulses inside you.”
Lenna whimpered. Nothing had ever sounded so good, and yet so freaking dirty to her before.
Braxton lifted his face to meet her gaze. The look that followed should’ve scared her. The connection she experienced with him was almost intimidating. Could he see straight inside her?
She shuddered, and he leaned in to stroke his nose down her cheek, soothing and kind like he understood and wanted to calm her racing nerves.
“I’m so glad it’s you.”
Not realizing her eyes had fluttered shut, Lenna opened her lashes again. “That what is me?”
“That it’s you I’m with. I had hoped my blind date would work out better. I just wanted to get you out of my head. But this is so much better. I like you in my head, under my skin, coated on my tongue. I like you everywhere.”
Pulled into his seduction without a lifeline, she smiled. “Then take me everywhere.”
With a nod, he peeled off his briefs, watching her the entire time. Then scooping his arm under her ass, he lifted her hips and pushed inside her. She cried out from the overwhelming pleasure.
But he went rigid and still above her. “Shit! Condom.”
“What?” she cried, needing him to move. Hadn’t he put one on yet?
Damn, he felt so good lodged inside her. So full. His body stretched hers perfectly. She arched up needing the friction of movement more than she did common sense.
“Lenna,” he gasped, catching her hip. “Shit. I swear I’m clean, but…Do you…are you on the pill?”
She sobbed and clutched him hard. “No.”
He buried his face in her shoulder. “Shit, shit, shit. I don’t want to leave you yet. Shit.”
The idea of him going anywhere but deeper made her panic. She clenched her thighs around him and his fingers on her hip dug into her waist.
“Okay,” he panted. “Okay. Just…don’t move. I’m going to pull out.”
When his wide and dazed blue eyes met hers, she bit her lip and nodded. She kept her limbs perfectly still, but other parts of her body refused to obey. As soon as he began to slowly, oh so slowly, withdraw, her inner muscles gave a spasm of denial and clamped around his girth.
“God.” He choked out a sound and sank back into her, all the way to the hilt. “Lenna!” His face was ruddy and teeth gritted hard as he met her gaze.
She cringed. “Sorry.”
Braxton stared at her a moment, then he whispered. “I can pull out. I can pull out right before I come. I’ll pull out.”
He kissed her hard and thrust fast and vicious, each impact of his body pushing her further up the mattress.
Lenna threw her head back and absorbed each powerful heave. She keened out a low sound of pleasure as her muscles coiled for another release. “Oh, God. Oh, please.”
“Fuck,” Braxton hissed. “I can’t pull out.”
But then he did just that, jerking from her so unexpectedly she cried from the loss, reaching for him.
He rolled onto his back beside her and panted as he stared at the ceiling. Then he scrambled upright and lunged for his pants hanging off the side of the bed. Pulling them close, he fumbled until he found his back pocket and yanked his wallet free.
As he flipped it open and dug inside for the condom, Lenna rolled to her knees and rubbed her hand up this thigh, letting her nails coast over warm skin. He shuddered and glanced at her, his blue eyes completely unfocused.