How to Resist Prince Charming(20)

Lenna whimpered. She let go of his erection so he could crawl between her legs. Her fingers dug into the sheets until they tangled under her.

And then his warm breath heated her pubic hair.

“Ohmigod! Braxton.” Her high-pitched voice was suddenly unsure. “What’re you…I...I...I mean, no one’s ever...no one’s ever gone down on me before.”

Her body drew tense. She wanted him to stop, yet she wanted his mouth against her throbbing core more.

“Shh,” he whispered and soothingly patted her hip with warm fingers. “Trust me. You’ll like it.”

A hot, moist tongue stroked her aching flesh, proving him right.

Lenna screamed. Her back arched off the mattress as a hot electrical current zapped through her, making it spasm with greedy desire. Strong hands locked around her hips and held her still so she couldn’t unseat him as he continued to lick her.

Sobbing, chest shuddering, Lenna shook her head from side to side.

“Braxton,” she gasped and clutched his hair. “Oh, God. Oh, God. Don’t stop.”

Sliding a finger into her, then two, he stroked her, diving deeper with each plunge. He picked up the pace and flicked his tongue, swirling it until he used his teeth to latch onto a bundle of nerves. The combination of his fingers, teeth, and tongue was more than she could take. She screamed again, coming hard against his mouth.

Every molecule inside her rushed to get out. No grip on her could hold her down as she arched and cried unintelligible, garbled words. She bucked against his mouth and continued to explode. It was a rush unlike anything she’d ever experienced before.

His tongue lavished her until the last ripple of shock abated. Breathing hard, Lenna blew out a breath and stared into the darkness of her small studio apartment.

She was a screamer. She’d never made such a racket during any sexual act before. But Braxton Farris had turned her into a screamer. And they hadn’t even gotten to the actual sex yet.

Suddenly shy and embarrassed, she turned her face to the side and buried it in her pillow. What if he make fun of her? Prepared to curl into a ball and weep if he made one comment about busted eardrums, she braced herself.

But all he said was, “I want to see you. God, Lenna. I have to see you. Now.”

Swamped with relief, she nodded and scooted over an inch so she could reach for her bedside lamp. Once the light clicked on, she twisted back, wanting to see him too.

He was the most heart-stoppingly beautiful sight she’d ever witnessed. He wore only a pair of snug black underwear. His chest was gleaming and toned with muscles filling a compact, powerful body.

Hovered above her on all fours, he reminded her of a prowling lion—his shoulders gathering and rotating with each step—as he crawled up her. There was a predatory gleam in his eyes as if he really were a lion spotting its tasty prey.

Then he smiled, and his face transformed from stalking hunter to huggable teddy bear.

“Hi,” he whispered.

Lenna swallowed, her body coming alive again. Even after the mind-blowing orgasm he’d just given her, she wanted more. The sweet grin caught her right in the loins just as intensely as the prowling, voracious awareness had.

“Hi,” she managed to return, breathless and dizzy.

“You’re beautiful,” he murmured, finally taking his gaze off hers. His attention traced her naked figure. “So very, very beautiful.”

Lenna touched his face and brushed a lock of stray black hair off his forehead. “So are you.”

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.