He works me up, over the cresting waves, building, building, building.
I can’t breathe now and I rock my hips against him.
He’s gentle, yet firm, strong, yet careful. He’s a beautiful contradiction… and exactly what I need
I need him.
I need him.
I can’t breathe.
Then the world explodes in a bright shattering of whites and blues and reds.
I ride the orgasm, rocking against the palm of Brand’s hand until the last waves of it have passed. Then I fall limply against him, his strength absorbing my weakness.
He lifts my chin with his finger, then buries his tongue in my mouth. Deep, deeper.
Then all of a sudden, in one fluid motion, he buries his cock in me, sliding it deep within me.
I groan and tilt my hips.
I want all of him.
All.
Of.
Him.
Make me good, Brand.
I want to absorb him, to take his goodness and cover myself with it. Nothing can hurt me when he’s with me. When he’s inside of me, he takes away the shame.
“God, you feel good,” Brand groans as he moves inside of me. I cling to him, like a drowning person to a raft.
Each time he slides into me, a wave of pleasure erupts… building, building, building. Again.
I come again without warning, in a haze of moans and whimpers. I throw my head back and let my body convulse with it, as Brand pauses and pulls my ribcage up to him, his lips finding my breasts once again.
Again.
Again.
He worships them again, one by one, his tongue laving my nipples, sucking on the sensitive flesh.
I want to die right here in his arms.
It would be a good way to die.
When I open my eyes, he’s waiting to stare into them, poised above me like the avenging angel that he is.
His muscle flexes.
“I’m going to come in you,” he tells me simply.
I nod. “I’m on the pill. It’s okay. I’ve been tested… it’s okay.”
Brand nods and buries himself in me once again and I want to scream with it, with the way he fills me up. His hardness, my softness. It’s perfect.
He’s perfect.
“I want to feel you come,” I tell him urgently, pulling him back into me. Give me everything you have. I need to feel it.
Brand rocks with me, holding me in his strong arms until he throws back his head and groans with his release. I feel his cock quiver inside of me, contracting as he comes. He comes and comes and comes.
He relaxes against me, but doesn’t let me go.
“What did we just do?” he finally whispers against my forehead, after minutes or hours have passed. Everything is a blur around me, but I don’t care.
He sounds slightly dismayed, but I don’t care about that, either.
Because I’m ecstatic.
“You just made my dreams come true,” I answer. “The good ones,” I clarify.
Brand shakes his head and rolls to the side, keeping me in his arms. “Was it everything you thought it would be?” he asks drily, with amusement.
I nod. “And more.”
Now that I’ve been with him, it’s not going to be enough. I know that. I’m always going to want him. Everyone else will just pale in comparison.
But as I burrow against his chest, a hard truth impales my heart.
I can’t be with him long. I can’t eclipse his good heart with my black one. I won’t do it.
This summer is all I have.
No matter what.
Even though it will kill me to leave him.
Even though he’s all I want.
I would never shackle him to someone like me.
Never .
I fall asleep listening to the steady cadence of his heart.
When I wake, the sunshine is streaming through my windows, and Brand is gone.
Chapter Ten
Brand
I stir the scrambled eggs in the pan, carefully balancing on my good foot as I twist around to pour a glass of orange juice, because I’d woken up guilty and unable to sleep.
So here I am making breakfast.
What did you do?
You’re such a fucking idiot.
I ignore my inner voice, but it’s a persistent
I can’t breathe now and I rock my hips against him.
He’s gentle, yet firm, strong, yet careful. He’s a beautiful contradiction… and exactly what I need
I need him.
I need him.
I can’t breathe.
Then the world explodes in a bright shattering of whites and blues and reds.
I ride the orgasm, rocking against the palm of Brand’s hand until the last waves of it have passed. Then I fall limply against him, his strength absorbing my weakness.
He lifts my chin with his finger, then buries his tongue in my mouth. Deep, deeper.
Then all of a sudden, in one fluid motion, he buries his cock in me, sliding it deep within me.
I groan and tilt my hips.
I want all of him.
All.
Of.
Him.
Make me good, Brand.
I want to absorb him, to take his goodness and cover myself with it. Nothing can hurt me when he’s with me. When he’s inside of me, he takes away the shame.
“God, you feel good,” Brand groans as he moves inside of me. I cling to him, like a drowning person to a raft.
Each time he slides into me, a wave of pleasure erupts… building, building, building. Again.
I come again without warning, in a haze of moans and whimpers. I throw my head back and let my body convulse with it, as Brand pauses and pulls my ribcage up to him, his lips finding my breasts once again.
Again.
Again.
He worships them again, one by one, his tongue laving my nipples, sucking on the sensitive flesh.
I want to die right here in his arms.
It would be a good way to die.
When I open my eyes, he’s waiting to stare into them, poised above me like the avenging angel that he is.
His muscle flexes.
“I’m going to come in you,” he tells me simply.
I nod. “I’m on the pill. It’s okay. I’ve been tested… it’s okay.”
Brand nods and buries himself in me once again and I want to scream with it, with the way he fills me up. His hardness, my softness. It’s perfect.
He’s perfect.
“I want to feel you come,” I tell him urgently, pulling him back into me. Give me everything you have. I need to feel it.
Brand rocks with me, holding me in his strong arms until he throws back his head and groans with his release. I feel his cock quiver inside of me, contracting as he comes. He comes and comes and comes.
He relaxes against me, but doesn’t let me go.
“What did we just do?” he finally whispers against my forehead, after minutes or hours have passed. Everything is a blur around me, but I don’t care.
He sounds slightly dismayed, but I don’t care about that, either.
Because I’m ecstatic.
“You just made my dreams come true,” I answer. “The good ones,” I clarify.
Brand shakes his head and rolls to the side, keeping me in his arms. “Was it everything you thought it would be?” he asks drily, with amusement.
I nod. “And more.”
Now that I’ve been with him, it’s not going to be enough. I know that. I’m always going to want him. Everyone else will just pale in comparison.
But as I burrow against his chest, a hard truth impales my heart.
I can’t be with him long. I can’t eclipse his good heart with my black one. I won’t do it.
This summer is all I have.
No matter what.
Even though it will kill me to leave him.
Even though he’s all I want.
I would never shackle him to someone like me.
Never .
I fall asleep listening to the steady cadence of his heart.
When I wake, the sunshine is streaming through my windows, and Brand is gone.
Chapter Ten
Brand
I stir the scrambled eggs in the pan, carefully balancing on my good foot as I twist around to pour a glass of orange juice, because I’d woken up guilty and unable to sleep.
So here I am making breakfast.
What did you do?
You’re such a fucking idiot.
I ignore my inner voice, but it’s a persistent
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