"Keep yourself bare to me, I want to see every inch of you," he commands, leaning me back against the mattress, kissing a path down my throat to the valley of my breasts. "Beautiful."
The compliment pulls a dopey smile onto my face, and the sudden air brushing my nipples has them sensitive and the pleasing sound he makes in the back of his throat has me relaxing. There's a liquid heat pooling at my core, and I'm eager for him to touch anything to relieve the pressure.
His lips follow the curve of my breast, leaving none of it explored until they arrive at the hardening peaks. Flicking his eyes up to me, he smirks and sucks one into his mouth while the other is rolled firmly between his forefinger and thumb. My back arches off the mattress to feel more of him against me, and he doesn't hesitate to push his groin into me.
"Brandon. . ."
He nips and sucks relentlessly, making sure to swap so they have equal attention. Even though he's rough, it shamefully feels good. Combined with the strokes of his pelvis against my womanhood, the euphoria is quick to build and I'm finding my release. Before a cry can come from me, he swallows it with his mouth, stealing every breath from me until I'm panting and quivering beneath him.
I'm amazed because he didn't even touch me down there, and I'm already spent. Either he's unbelievable amazing at this, or I'm incredibly sensitive.
Or both.
Brandon tugs off the dress the rest of the way, making sure to pull my panties with it, leaving me fully exposed. I'm about to slam my legs closed when he pulls them open by the knee, ruefully staring down at me. "Keep them open for me, I'm not missing a thing."
My cheeks are over boiling point, but I can't bring myself to disobey him for worry he'll stop. I'm not sure what would be more embarrassing, him stopping because I didn't listen, or being left bare without decency.
The view of Brandon crawling off the bed and unbuttoning his shirt easily takes my mind off it. The sight of his golden skin cast in shadows by the candle light, how his muscles work with each move, and the heated look he only has reserved for me.
When he kicks off his briefs and his trousers, it's like it all becomes too surreal. We're actually going to do this, and that's it. We'll be officially together.
Biting my lip, my eyes follow each of his movements from how he reaches over to the bedside locker to snatch a foiled packet to how he easily crawls over me. It makes me wonder just how much practice he's had, but I can't let it bother me since it was his past and all that matters in this moment is the two of us.
"I'm going to prepare you, sweetheart, that way it shouldn't hurt too much," he announces, dragging his palm over my chest, down my stomach, and finally cupping me between my legs.
"H-how?" I whisper, eyeing his hand.
"I'm going to make you come, that way you will be wet enough for me to slide in. Do you want me to stop?"
I shake my head, knowing he will be careful with me and that he knows what's best in this kind of situation. "No, I'm ready. I want to be with you, Brandon."
He smiles and places a soft kiss to my lips before tracing a finger though my slit, and I can already feel how wet I am for him. So much so I'm actually embarrassed, but he doesn't seem to mind. I was ready for him to push in, but I didn't expect two fingers instantly and it stretches me uncomfortably at first before it eases. Brandon kisses me deeply, but his fingers are bruising in their force against me, but it's hitting something deep inside me, and that moment feels unbelievably star striking.
"You're so wet for me, just for me," he breathes, the sensation of his dick rubbing against my inner thigh as he grunts. "I'm going to fill you very soon; do you want that?"