Always Have: A Bad Boy Romance(38)

“I owe you an apology,” I say, and kiss her inner thigh again.

“For what?” she asks. I love how high-pitched and breathy she sounds.

“I was too preoccupied with my dick last night,” I say. I kiss just outside her opening and lick my lips. Oh f*ck, she tastes good.

“Your dick is magnificent,” she says. “You should be apologizing for keeping it from me all these years.”

“Baby, your * is f*cking unreal.” I slide my tongue between her wet folds. “I wish I could have had this a long time ago.”

“Maybe we weren’t ready then,” she says.

I look up and meet her eyes. “Are you ready now?”

She tips her legs open for me. “Fuck, yes.”

I dive in, eager to taste her, to feel her hot, wet skin against my tongue. Her hips are tipped up just right, and I swirl my tongue around her clit.

She grabs the sheets, shuddering. “Oh god, Braxton.”

I want to keep hearing her say my name. I want to be the only name she ever calls out for the rest of her life.

I flick her clit with my tongue, testing her, seeing what she likes. I have so much to learn, so much to discover. I want to know it all. I give her more pressure and she rocks her hips up and down. I move with her, increasing my pace. My tongue slips back and forth across her clit, teasing her center.

I slide the pillow out so her hips turn up a little more and push my tongue inside her.

“Holy shit,” she breathes.

I f*ck her with my tongue, in and out, sliding it along the top of her opening where she’s sensitive. Her heat builds and she bucks her hips against me. I hold her hips, moving them up and down, my tongue relentless. I want to see how fast I can make her come, so I speed up. She arches her back, her fingers tearing at the sheets. She pants with every thrust of my tongue.

“Oh f*ck, Braxton, yes,” she says in between breaths. “Yes, yes, yes.”

I feel her * throb and clench as she comes. I don’t let up. I want to stretch it out, drive her crazy, keep her coming forever. She calls my name, and I’m so hard that I’m tempted to reach down and jerk off while she finishes—but if I do it right, I think I can get her to come again immediately.

Her hips slow down and I feel her spasms subsiding. Before it’s over, I push into her clit with the flat of my tongue and start again, flicking it fast.

“What the f*ck?” she breathes.

Her thighs clench, and I push them open. Her body writhes; she calls out, loud and incoherent. She’s completely losing control. I feel her on the brink of another orgasm, but I can’t stand it anymore. I get up on my knees and rip the pillow out from under her, grab her hips and turn her over, pulling her ass up so she’s on her knees, and press my hand into the middle of her back, pushing her upper body down.

I hold her hips and thrust into her *. I lean my head back and revel in the feel of her. She takes my whole length, as deep as I can go, sheathing me in her perfection. I hold there, tight against her, my cock buried inside her. I’m high as f*ck, drunk on her taste, her smell, the feel of her * clamping around me.

“Holy shit, Braxton, f*ck me now,” she says.

I love that I can do this to her, make her hot and desperate. I thrust in and out, pounding her as hard as I dare. I don’t want to hurt her, but she moans and leans into me, grinding her hips against me each time I plunge in.

The pressure builds, heat rushing to my groin, my balls tightening as they ready to empty into her. It’s been years since I’ve been inside a woman without a condom, and there’s absolutely nothing like the feel of my cock sliding against her bare flesh. I watch her ass, beautiful and round, lifted for me. God, she’s amazing. I can’t get enough of her.

Her * tightens around me. She’s going to come again. I shouldn’t have made her wait this long. I’ll send her over the edge now, and wait to loose my cock in her. Then I can give her a third, and we can come together.

I lean down to sweep my arm under her ribcage and pull her upper body against me. My chest presses into her back and I reach around to finger her clit. I thrust my cock in, deep, and flick her clit twice. She throws her head back against my shoulder, coming hard. Her * clenching around my dick almost unmakes me, but I hold back, rubbing her clit until she finishes.

I’m so close, but I carefully pull out and turn her on her back. I give her a second to catch her breath, my cock so hard I feel like I could explode right here and come all over her tits.

She raises her arms over her head and her tits move up and down as she breathes. Her legs are bent and tipped open, as if she doesn’t have the energy to move them anymore.

“Oh my god, Braxton,” she says, wiping her hand across her forehead. “I don’t even … holy shit.”

“One more, baby,” I say.

I get on my knees and drag her closer. I push my cock in and thrust a few times. At first I think she might be too tired to come again. Her eyes are half closed, her lips partially open, and she’s still breathing hard. But I swipe my thumb across her clit while I move in and out, and I feel her body come back to life.

“You have got to be f*cking kidding me,” she says.

Her eyes meet mine and the fire returns. I massage her clit as I thrust in and out, never looking away from her. I want her to know; I want her to feel everything I’ve felt for more years than I care to count. There aren’t enough words for me to tell her, but I can show her with my body—my hands, my mouth, my cock. I want to show her what she is to me. What she’s always been to me.