Voyeur - Lacey Alexander [114]
Oh God. It was too unbelievable, too perfect. “Braden,” she said, nearly breathless. “Please kiss me.”
His mouth came down on hers in a hot crush, and she could feel how long he’d yearned for the connection, too. The kiss reverberated through her whole body as their tongues thrust together. His hands dropped to her ass, making her pussy throb.
“I can’t believe you love me,” she murmured when the kiss ended.
He pulled back to peer down at her with those dark, possessive eyes. “I do, baby. I love you so damn much. I can’t live without you.”
She could barely breathe, too overcome with emotion. “I can’t live without you, either.”
“Then you’ll come? To L.A.?”
She didn’t even hesitate. She’d miss Monica and her mom—but that’s why they made airplanes. She nodded emphatically. “God, yes!”
“Thank God,” he whispered, pulling her back to him in a deep hug.
Mmm, he felt so good—but she still needed more of him, all of him. “Fuck me, Braden,” she whispered.
A low groan left him, and after that, there were no more words.
They rushed frantically, pulling at each other’s clothes. She dragged him to the sofa, opening his jeans so that his cock burst free. She moaned at the sight of it—so big and hard. She’d never needed anything so desperately.
Discarding her jeans and panties, she straddled his thighs and lowered herself onto his stiff, beautiful erection with a low cry that came from her very core. Braden moaned, too, and they peered deeply into each other’s eyes as she began to move on him.
“So long,” she murmured, grinding against him, “I’ve needed this for so, so long.”
“There’s been no one since you, honey,” he told her. “This sweet body is the only one I wanted. This sweet pussy wrapping around my cock is the only thing that could make me happy.”
She slid wetly against him, loving when he thrust up into her deep, deeper.
“God, yes,” she purred. “Fuck me, Braden. Fuck me hard.”
His fingers dug into her ass as he plunged into her with rough strokes that reached her very center. Ah yes, so good—she just needed to feel him, filling her.
She found her rhythm against the hard drives and knew it wouldn’t take long to come, since he was so much better than her vibrator. “Soon, lover,” she told him—which was when he pressed the tip of one finger firmly against her anus, and she exploded into pure ecstasy. “God, baby!” she cried. “God, yes! I’m coming! Coming!” But she didn’t stop there, adding, “I love you! I love you, Braden, so much!” Because she could say that now! Because she didn’t have to hide it anymore!
“Ah—baby,” he growled on a low groan, and she knew he was coming, too, pushing deep, his eyes falling shut, and she watched his handsome face, watched the way his lips softly parted, the way his features softened as the orgasm tapered into relaxation. She smiled afterward, so glad he’d taught her how beautiful it could be to witness your lover’s pleasure.
“What you said made me come,” he whispered when his eyes opened again.
“ ‘I love you’?” she asked, eyebrows raised.
He nodded, then grinned. “I think I like that.”
“Then I’ll say it again.” Her voice deepened. “I love you.”
He smiled into her eyes. “I love you, too, snowflake.”
A few kisses later, though, the new, slightly softer side of Braden she was seeing faded back to the masculine demeanor she was more accustomed to. “One rule, though, about me loving you.”
Still in his lap, still enjoying the fullness of having him inside her, she asked, “What’s that?” At the moment, she thought she’d agree to anything.
“There will no longer be any other guys involved. That’s an experience I wanted you to have, and I’m glad we did it—but I’m done sharing.”
Laura’s heart swelled, secretly thrilled that he now even possessed the capability to be jealous! “I can live with that.”
“Of course, I might allow a vibrator or two. And we’ll still be doing it with the lights on. In front of mirrors. And maybe even the occasional window.”
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