I nod but don't say anything. I drain the rest of the glass of champagne and try to quell the storm of emotions inside of me. I turn to Brady and find him looking at me, a strange look upon his face. All at once, a powerful wave of emotion surges up within me. And before I can stop to think about it, I close the distance between us and kiss him.
He seems shocked at first and the kiss is hesitant, but the awkwardness quickly fades and the kiss becomes more intense. More passionate. Our tongues swirl and dance together as he runs his hands through my hair, gently pulling on it. I press my body to his and feel his cock, already stiff, press against my belly. It ignites a fire between my thighs and sends a rush of tingles through my body.
I take a step back and laugh to myself. Brady lifts my chin with his fingers and stares into my eyes.
“What is it? Are you okay?” he asks.
I nod. “I was just – it's just been a long time since I've been with anybody,” I admit, not meeting his eyes. “And I guess there's part of me wondering if I still know what to do.”
He laughs. “Don't worry about a thing, sugar,” he says, his Texas drawl pouring over my body like the sweetest honey. “We'll figure it out as we go.”
He takes my hand and leads me into the house. We're walking softly across the wood floor and I can't help but feel like two teenagers sneaking into the house after curfew. We head up the staircase and Brady leads me down the hall to the bedroom at the end and I have to stifle my giggling.
Brady gives me a smile as he shuts the door behind us. Walking into the room, I feel my eyes grow wide and a gasp escapes my lips.
“This is – your bedroom?” I ask.
He nods. “It used to belong to my folks, but after they died, I moved into it.”
I turn a circle in the room, taking it all in. It's enormous. It's probably bigger than my whole apartment. And done in dark woods, and deep, rich greens, it is elegant. There's a sense of peace and tranquility that saturates the air in here.
“This room is amazing,” I say. “I can live in it.”
He smiles. “You're more than welcome to.”
Pulling me to him, Brady kisses me. This time, there's no hesitation. My body melts against his and his hands circle my waist. Our kissing grows more intense driven by passion, desire, and need. The fire inside of me is burning hotter than the sun and all of my inhibitions seem to melt away.
I'm fumbling with the belt buckle on his pants when he stops me. I look up at him questioningly.
“Are you sure?” he asks. “About – this. I just don't want you having any regrets.”
My heart feels like it's about to burst and those walls inside of me are crumbling so fast, I don't know that I can even stop them at this point. Giving him a seductive little smile, I rub his hard cock through his pants.
“I'm sure,” I say, my voice husky. “No regrets.”
He smiles and takes his hat off, tossing it onto the dresser against the wall. I raise my arms and let him slip the sundress off over my head, leaving me standing there in my bra and panties. There is a momentary flash of awkwardness that shoots through me, but Brady looks at me like a work of art. His eyes are wide and they roam every inch of my body, taking me all in and making me feel like the sexiest woman he's ever seen.
As he watches, I slowly unhook my bra and let it fall to the floor. Next, I slide my panties down over my hips and push them down my legs. I step out of them and stand before him completely naked. There is an indescribable look upon his face, but the raw hunger in his eyes is undeniable. No man has ever looked at me the way Brady is, and it makes me wetter than I think I've ever been.
Brady takes his boots off as I step forward and finally manage to unbuckle his belt. Then I get his pants unbuttoned and push them down his legs. I unbutton his shirt as he kicks his pants off, sending them flying across the room. When he's naked and I get my first look at him, I feel my heart begin to race.
He's toned and firm in all the right places. Brady is well muscled, but not in that overbulked, steroid sort of a way. I can tell that his physique is from hard work. He's lean and trim, but also ripped. I run my fingertips along his stomach and feel him shudder beneath my touch. I kiss his chest, the tip of my tongue circling his nipple as I slide my hand down and take his firm, thick cock in my hand.
I squeeze it good and hard at the base, making him gasp. But he moans in pleasure when I start to run my hand up and down his shaft. I give him a flirty little smile as I slip down to me knees. But then Brady surprises me by taking me by the shoulders and standing me up again.
He shakes his head and a small smile touches his lips. “No, tonight is all about you, Amanda.”
He kisses me and guides me back to the bed, sitting me down on the edge of it. Brady gets down on his knees before me and pushes me backward so that I'm laying down. I look down at him as Brady parts my thighs, giving me a flirty little smile. He lowers his head and the rush of sensation that hits me in that moment makes me scream.
He looks up at me with wide eyes and I bite my bottom lip. “Sorry,” I whisper. “I just – sorry.”
He smiles and shakes his head, lowering his head down again. The feeling of his tongue tracing my lips, sliding into me, and then teasing my clit is overpowering. It's incredible. Brady plunges his tongue deep into me and I cry out again. Reaching up, I grab one of his pillows and put it over my face to keep from making too much noise – the last thing I want is to wake Nicholas up.
Brady takes my clit into his mouth, sucking and nibbling on it as he slides a finger inside of me. Moving it in and out, he licks and sucks on me harder and faster. I'm biting his pillow and doing all I can to keep from crying out, but damn, it's difficult. The way Brady is moving his tongue and mouth on me, in me, is driving me absolutely crazy.
He sucks harder on my clit at the same time he drives his finger deep inside of my pussy and that's it for me. I feel my body tense up and the pressure that had been building up low within me explodes. My body bucks and thrashes as I cry out his name, an orgasm more powerful than anything I've ever felt before, tearing through me.
I grab his hair and push his face down into me, grinding myself against him as wave after wave of sensation rolls through my body. Slowly, the sensations begin to fade and I'm able to catch my breath again. Brady gives me a smile.
“You taste amazing, darlin',” he says.
“Get up here.”
“Yes ma'am.”
I slide up onto the bed a little further and Brady climbs on top of me. I wrap my legs around his waist and kiss him hard. Passionately. His mouth is still wet with my juices, so I run my tongue all around.
“You're right,” I purr. “I do taste amazing.”
He chuckles. “You're somethin' else.”
I nod. “Yes, I am,” I say. “And I need you inside of me.”
Brady reaches into his nightstand dresser and takes a condom out of the drawer. Personally, I'd rather feel him – the real him – inside of me, but it's probably best to be smart about all of this. With the condom on, Brady climbs back on top of me and smiles.
My body tingles when Brady presses the head of his thick, swollen cock against my hot, wet little opening. And I groan as he slides himself into me, inch by amazing inch. He fills me up completely and when he drives himself forward, deeper into me, it feels like a bomb went off inside of me.
I wrap my arms around his neck, my head spinning with how good it feels to have Brady moving inside of me. His cock is thick and hard and stretches me wide open. And though there are momentary flashes of pain because of his size, the overwhelming feeling of pleasure more than makes up for it.
Brady is pumping his hips to a hard, steady rhythm, setting off explosions of sensation every time he drives himself deep into me. I rake my nails down his back and bite his neck as I thrash and writhe beneath him. He feels amazing and our bodies meld together like they were made for each other.