Brayden shakes his head. “No, I'm pretty certain that he's passed out somewhere with a blonde he met at the club,” he says. “Not sure where they went, but it doesn't look like they're here. Which means we have the place to ourselves.”
I turn to him and smile, that ripple of fear tinged with excited anticipation turning into a wave in my lower belly. Brayden walks over to the fireplace and pushes a button on the wall. The gas fire ignites and immediately gives off a soft, warm glow. I watch as he dims the lights, leaving the only source of illumination in the room the reflection of red and orange flames, dancing on the walls around us.
Brayden leans against the wall, his arms folded across his chest, watching me in complete silence. I can see the light reflecting in his eyes, making them sparkle, and I suddenly understand how a gazelle out on the savannah feels when a beast is stalking them. Only in this case it doesn’t trigger my fear response, it just makes me wet.
I walk across the room, deliberately showing off my silhouette as I stand in front of the windows. Far below us, I see the graceful fountains in front of the hotel; the tourists lined up along the street watching with rapt attention as streams of water shoot high into the air in rhythm with the music.
I hadn't heard him move towards me, but I give a small start when I suddenly feel Brayden's hands caressing me. He runs his fingers up and down my arms as he dots a line of small kisses on my neck. I lean back against him, reaching behind me to take his cock in my hand, but he stops me. I look at him over my shoulder, not understanding why he won't let me touch him. He flashes me a sultry smile and pushes forward, forcing me to brace myself against the window with my hands.
He presses into me from behind and I feel his thick shaft grinding against my ass as he kisses my neck. It feels like an inferno is building between my thighs as he pushes himself against me while slowly sliding the zipper on my dress down.
I'm growing impatient. I want to feel him inside of me. I start to stand up, but he holds me down firmly, keeping me pressed forward, my hands bracing me against the thick pane of glass.
“No,” he says softly and begins kissing my neck again.
The zipper on my dress conquered, he slides the straps down my shoulders and lets my garment fall to the floor, where it pools around my feet. Brayden finally turns me around and presses himself against me. I feel his rigid cock pressing into the flesh of my stomach and feel my panties growing even more soaked than before.
My back is pressed against the glass of the window as he grinds himself against me, and I feel a flutter of nerves flow through me, knowing that only a pane of glass is separating us from a long plunge that's would undoubtedly end in our deaths.
As if reading my mind, Brayden looks at me and grins. “This is thick, double-paned, shatter-proof glass,” he says. “Don't worry. It's not going to break.”
He then presses his mouth to mine, kissing me with a heat and intensity that takes my breath away. I can honestly say that I've never been kissed like this before and it's having a profound effect on me – it's making me wetter than I've ever been. Our tongues dancing and swirling, his hands tracing my flesh, I reach down and try to slide my hand into his pants, desperate to feel him in my hand.
Brayden stops me again though and pins my hands to the window above my head with one of his own.
“Patience,” he says. “Not yet.”
“But –”
He puts his fingertip to my lips. “No.”
Still pinning my hands above my head, Brayden slides his other hand down my body, cupping my breasts. He circles a stiff nipple with his thumb for a moment as he kisses me before sliding his hand down my stomach and slipping it into the waistband of my panties.
He slides my panties down my thighs a bit but leaves them in place. My breath catches in my throat when he slips his hand between my thighs, stroking my wet, swollen lips with his fingertips. I let out a soft cry when he slips a finger inside of me, my pussy is so wet, it makes a sound that seems to echo around the room as he moves in and out of me a few times.
Brayden smiles at me as he takes his digit out of my pussy and brings it to his mouth, licking my juices off completely.
“Delicious,” he says. “You taste so sweet.”
I feel a quiver between my thighs as my heart starts to race. Without another word, he lets go of my hands and falls to his knees before me. Slipping my panties off, he tosses them to the side and raises one of my legs, putting it over his shoulder. He looks up at me, a mischievous smile on his face and absolute hunger in his eyes that leaves me feeling weak in the knees.
“You smell as sweet as you taste,” he says, his voice husky and deep.
I can't think of a single thing to say in return. All I seem capable of doing is feeling. My entire body feels like it's a live wire, with electricity shooting from my every nerve ending. And when Brayden leans forward and runs his tongue around my lips, it feels like a fucking bomb detonated inside of me.
I throw my head back, banging it against the window with a hollow, muted thumping noise, and cry out as Brayden lashes my slit with his tongue. I grab hold of his hair, unconsciously pulling at it and grinding myself against his face at the same time, urging him to shove his tongue deeper inside of me.
Brayden grabs my ass and squeezes it tight, giving it a firm smack as he licks my pussy up and down. He teases my clit with the tip of his tongue and my entire body shudders in response. When he takes my clit into his mouth and starts to suck on it, I call out his name and feel my juices run down my inner thighs.
Brayden slips two fingers inside of me, sucking on my clit and banging me in rhythm. I grind myself against him in time with the fingers pumping in and out of me. The pressure inside of me is building up quickly and I know if he keeps this up, I'm not going to last much longer. It just feels too incredible.
“Oh, God, baby, yes,” I gasp. “Yes, yes, yes...”
Brayden's response is muffled and unintelligible, but I get the feeling that he's loving this. Which is great, because I'm really enjoying myself right now. He licks and sucks on my clit harder and plunges his fingers even deeper into me. I feel my body tightening, the pressure rising to a crescendo and know what is about to happen.
I throw my head back, thumping it against the window even harder than before and cry out as my orgasm crashes down around me. It's so powerful and strong, I feel like my body is going to split wide open. My breathing is ragged, and my heart is racing so hard, I'm half-afraid it's going to burst out of my chest.
“Brayden, oh God, yes,” I cry out.
He holds on to me, continuing to lick and suck on me as my body shudders and shakes, the orgasm sending shockwaves of pleasure coursing through me. Maybe it's because I haven’t been with a man in so long, and my memory of good sex is fading, but I'm pretty sure I've never experienced an orgasm that powerful in my entire life. It takes me several long minutes to stop my body from shaking and get my heart rate down below what seems like a billion beats per minute.
When I've finally composed myself enough, I take my leg down from Brayden's shoulder and stand up – albeit on legs that are incredibly shaky. Brayden stands up and I can see the orange and red glow of the firelight glinting off my juices on his lips and chin. And I find it so irresistibly sexy.
Carnal desire rushes through me like a flash flood. I reach down and start to unbuckle his belt. I have to have him inside of me. I need it. But again, he stops me, taking my hands in his.
“No,” he says again.
“I need your –”
“I'll tell you when,” he says, his voice firm. “Go sit on the edge of the bed.”