Tamina
Brandon has me cradled in his arms, shielding me from the man as he hollers, "Everything alright back there?"
Brandon doesn't miss a beat. "She's not feeling well, too much to drink. Can you get us there a little quicker? She needs the bathroom."
"Young girls these days, they don't know how to hold their alcohol," the driver mutters, and Brandon makes a disapproving noise in the back of his throat before hushing me softly.
I'm embarrassed. He could've caught us, and he thinks I'm a reckless drunk, all because Brandon tempted me with something he could've easily gave me with no hassle but had to taunt me. And I still shamefully want him, to feel all the pleasure he can give me.
As if the universe is sensing my line of thought, the driver comes to an abrupt halt against the curb alongside a towering structure that's brightly lit compared to the late atmosphere surrounding it. When Brandon thanks our chauffeur and helps me out, I'm thankful for the cold air to freshen me up enough to will me inside the building with the plastic bag glued to my arm.
Brandon is stuck close to my side, his body pressing firmly against me as we embrace one another on our way up the stairs. "Hey, shouldn't we check in?"
He shakes his head, mahogany hair still as perfect as it was before we arrived at the event. "No, love. I took care of that earlier, we're free until tomorrow."
We unite in another scorching kiss, and it makes me want to laugh because we're like two drunkenly in love teenagers you see in the movies, eager to get each other alone for a night they will cherish in the morning with the one they wish to spend the rest of their lives with.
And I'm starting to feel as if that will be me and Brandon. If not, then as long as we have now and however many days together, I'll take it with a happy heart.
The interior passes by in a blur, and before I know it, Brandon's fishing out a key to let us in, and doesn't waste any time in pressing me against the door. His tongue battles with mine, but the feel of him taking control feels too good so I let him, and a moan passes my lips as he presses himself against me. Cautiously, my hand trails down and cups him, and the look in his eyes is fiery and lustful.
"If you want to touch me, touch me. I'm not going to stop you, Tamina," he states lowly, shifting his hips against my palm as I tentatively rub him over his trousers.
He feels big, and the only thing I can think of is maybe all men can be this size, or maybe he's a big average or something, but with his mouth on my collar bone, I'm not able to dwell on it long. Finally, we slow down enough to face the bed, and when it greets me, my eyes water. Just like when we went on our date, there're rose petals, only this time they're scattered on the bed and candles dot the sideboard. The lighting is dim for them to flicker and cast their own shadows, and my heart swells as my nose enjoys the floral fragrances.
"Did you do this?" I gush, turning to him as his hands settle on my hips.
"I had the staff prepare us something special for an equally special evening. Do you like it?"
My head bobs so fast I'm surprised it didn't fall off as I lace my arms around his neck. "I love it, and I love you, Brandon."
The smile he gives me has my heart melting, and it doesn't take long for us to find ourselves in a tangle of limbs on the bed sheets, caressing every inch of each other we can as our mouths explore one another. Brandon's fingers slowly tug the material of my dress down my shoulders until my covered breasts are exposed. My hands fly to cover them up, but the dark hue in his eyes have my hands faltering and dropping to my sides.
"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?"
His words are different to everything I've heard so far, and it makes me question myself if I even know if the part I've learnt is all he's actually shown me or if he's been hiding from me. Even though they're dirty, I'm unable to help but feel the effect they have on me, and my walls tighten around him.
"That's right, imagine you're milking my cock. Be a good girl and come for me, show me how good I make you feel."
A cry comes from me, and I'm so close, but he's quick to add, "When I say, I want you to come round my fingers, understand?"
Nothing comes from me, and he's quick to slow the pace and steal the edge from me.
"Tell me, or I'm not going to fuck you."
"O-OK!" I choke out, needing the release more than anything at this point.
His lip twitches before my eyes close. "Good girl."
His thumb circles my clit harshly, and between that and his onslaught, I'm throwing my head back and succumbing to the wave crashing over me. Brandon doesn't ease up, and I'm breathing out a shaky, "Stop," but he doesn't.
"I'm going to wring out every last drop from you, sweetheart, and you're going to enjoy it."
And he isn't wrong, the trembles taking over my body is leaving me high, and I feel as if I'm ready for whatever he's going to offer me. I've never seen this side to myself before, and I'm scared of it, but it seems only Brandon can bring it out of me.
If this isn't forever, I'll be happy to have whatever time I get with him.
"If I weren't so worried about exhausting you, there's so much more I'd like to do to you," he explains, and my heart skips a beat.
I would try to imagine what they could be, but my knowledge doesn't go further than casual sex, using fingers, and what he's just done to my breasts with his mouth.
"I understand."
Groaning, he shifts against me. "If you want to stop, tell me now or I won't be able to restrain myself."
"Brandon, I want you, now and forever. . . please, don't stop," I whimper, staring up into his eyes.
"Tell me how you want it, love," he asks lowly, positioning himself near my lower lips.
No answer comes from me for I'm not sure what to say. How I want what? After a quick think over it, my brain catches on and turns to mush. "I-I, I d-don't know. Whatever you think is the best for now?"
His lips settle into a soft smile as he pecks my forehead, and he whispers, "Alight, sweetheart."
Rubbing the tip against me for a moment, I'm fighting the urge to look, but the thought of not seeing what's happening is becoming scarier by the minute. It feels big, like it shouldn't be doing what it's about to do, but it's a natural act between partners, and I'm over the moon it's finally my turn, and it's with him.
"I'm going to push in, OK?" he pipes up, startling me as my back pushes more into the mattress for comfort. "I'll rip it off like a band aid instead of prolonging it, is that alright with you?" he strains, pushing just the head inside.
The feel of it is uncomfortable, but once adjusted it's not so bad. Bracing myself, my hands find his shoulders, but I'm able to ask, "Is it better that way?"
The hesitation in his eyes has my body tightening in fear, but he nods anyway. "Yes, my love. It's going to hurt still."
With a deep breath, I nod for him to do it, and he lets out a relieved sigh before angling himself. With a small nudge, he slips in further before his hips finally slam forward into me. The cry I release stings my throat and the tears don't waste any time in falling over my cheeks as my nails dig into the taut muscle of his shoulders. I'm sobbing at the sensation of my walls stretching around him, but I'm thankful he doesn't move other than to kiss my forehead. The feeling of him pulsing within me has me clenching tighter and it hurts.
"It hurts," I sob.
His eyes soften a smidge. "It will, it will pass," he murmurs gently against my lips, pecking me carefully. "I'll start moving slowly, it will take the pain away, and you will get accustomed to it, beautiful."
Like he said, he pulls back and cautiously shifts forward in small strokes, and it takes everything in me not to yelp for fear of ruining our moment. After some time, it turns into a dull ache that has more pleasure than pain, but the sting never goes away. Laying here and focusing on it isn't going to make it fun for either of us, so instinctively, my legs wrap around his waist, signalling I'm more comfortable with it.
Brandon groans in the back of his throat and shifts his hips, one hand holding my leg in place while the other is holding him upright by his forearm. "You're so tight," he grunts, thrusting forward. "I've got to move, let me show you how much you mean to me."
Tightening my hold on him, loud moans fill the room as he pistons forward, his pace increased and the softness gone. The pain makes an appearance, but the pleasurable spot somewhere within is relentlessly hit, and it just about over powers it.
"Tamina, you feel so good," he rasps.
"You too," I breathe, feeling his body surround me, his scent empowering my senses. It feels good.
My fingers drag through his hair, and the bed creaks under us, and the sound of our skin slapping against one another drives us on. His hand slips from my leg, leaving it to fall tiresomely to the side as it disappears between us. His finger rubs my bundle of nerves, and it doesn't take long for me come undone around him, and everything in me tightens full force as my limbs spasm and my arms tighten around his neck and pull him impossible close.
I'm not sure how long we've been going on for, but he's easily made me come another time since and judging by his relentless movements, he's close behind me.
"Tamina, tell me how much you're mine. Only mine, say it, my love."
"I-I'm yours, Brandon. Only Yours. I love you so much," I whimper.
Brandon grips my hips and pulls them down to meet every thrust of his, and his lips snag my nipple, flicking his tongue against the nub before biting down on it.
I come hard, harder than the last, and a piercing cry comes from me as my body arches into him and my head is thrown back. He buries his face in the crook of my neck and groans roughly. "I'm coming."
After a few slow thrusts, he finally stops, and I'm pulled up for a gentle kiss, and the contrast to seconds ago leaves me breathless and shaken up. It was mind blowing, and I can't believe he made me come so much. Slowly separating himself from me, he slips off the condom and disposes of it in the bin before returning for me to snuggle into his side. Our bodies are slick with sweat, and the heat is intense, but I'm spent. My legs are numb, and the mattress is too comfy for me to even think about moving.
"That was. . . good," I pant, not knowing how else to describe it. What I do know, is that I'm glad it was with Brandon.
"I'm glad, and I enjoyed it too, my love."
The ache between my legs have dulled, and I'm easily distracted by the searing kiss Brandon places against my lips. "Tomorrow, I'll treat you to a special breakfast, and we'll spend the day cuddling and watching anything of your choice," he notes, and there's not a part of me that feels against it.
"That sounds perfect, thank you," I murmur, pecking his pectoral as his arm curls around me.
The heat in my body feels comfortable, and we make sure to spend a handful of minutes talking away until he advises it's time for me to rest, when I say, "I'm not tired."
It's only when he shuts my eyelids with his fingertips in a featherlike caress with a whisper of encouragement that I'm feeling the exhaustion full force, and my arm drapes over his naked torso, loving the feel of his toned muscle beneath me.
"Good night, Brandon."
"Good night, sweetheart."
Shortly after, the sound of our breaths fills the room, and the glimmer of a dying candle flame is the last thing I see as my eyes finally remain closed, and peacefulness follows.