He drops the condoms to the floor.
I scoot a little so he has room. He gets on top of me and settles between my legs, his cock just outside my opening. I want him inside me so bad I’m ready to beg for it, but his face is so serious.
He pauses, his nose brushing mine. “Are you ready for me?” he asks, his voice low.
“Yes.”
“This is where it begins, Ky,” he says. “This night.”
“I know.”
He slides in, slowly, carefully. His eyes roll back, closing, and he lets out a throaty moan.
Holy shit. The size of his cock was not an optical illusion. I’m so wet, he glides right in, but he stretches me open.
“More,” I say. I grab his ass, trying to push him in deeper.
“Are you sure?”
“Yes, I want it all.”
He plunges in further and, just when I think he’s in to the hilt, there’s more. He buries himself inside me. I can feel the crown bottoming out, his girth filling me. He holds there, as if we’re locked in place, our bodies melding together.
“Holy shit, Kylie, you feel so fucking good,” he says.
I hold him against me, my arms around his back. He’s deep inside me, but I want him closer. Deeper. Harder. I want him to take me and own me and never, ever let me go.
He pulls out and pushes in again, groaning into my neck.
“Fuck, Kylie, I want to take my time with you, but I don’t think I can hold back.”
“Don’t hold back, Braxton,” I say. “Fuck me hard. I want to still feel you in the morning.”
Instantly, his weight on me eases, and he’s fucking me hard. So hard. The world is gone, it’s nothing, there’s only me and Braxton and his cock moving so hard and so fast. It’s everything. It’s bliss. Every thrust is pure ecstasy. He pauses when I’m right on the edge, holding me there, making me ache for release.
“Oh fuck, Braxton.”
“That’s it, baby.” He starts thrusting again. “Say my name.”
“Braxton.”
“Tell me what you want.”
“Make me come, Braxton,” I say, practically whimpering. “I want to come all over you.”
“Oh, god, Ky, you’re the sexiest fucking woman on this planet. I don’t want this to end.”
His cock pulses. I can feel how close he is to bursting.
“Don’t stop that,” I say. He hits my clit, perfectly, every time. I don’t know how he does it. My muscles contract, my pussy clenching around him.
“Fuck, yes,” he growls. “Fuck, fuck, yes.”
He pounds hard, his body stiffening, his cock throbbing inside me, and suddenly I’m falling. Tumbling through the stars, out of control. I’m calling his name, riding the wave of his orgasm as he pours himself into me. My muscles tense and contract, over and over, until I forget to breathe.
I come down off the high, my breath coming fast. Braxton’s body glistens in the dull light coming in through the window. He picks himself up, his cock still inside me. I keep my hands on his lower back, holding him in place. I want to stay connected.
He kisses my forehead, my cheeks, my chin, my jaw. His lips find mine and linger there, kissing me slowly, softly. I put my arms around his neck and drown in his kiss. I don’t ever want to come up for air.
Eventually, he slides out and rolls onto his side. I miss him already; the inches between us are too much. He grabs me around the waist and pulls me into him. I tuck myself into his body, lying on my side with his arm draped over me. His feet tangle with mine. He cups my breast with one hand and rests his face next to my head.
We lie together, silent. We don’t need to speak. My thighs are wet with his come; his sweat mingles with mine. His scent is all over me. He leans in and kisses my ear, my neck, my shoulder.
Nothing will ever be the same.
I want to cry with happiness—and fear. This is Braxton. My Braxton. I feel like I might burst. He holds me tight, like he’s as afraid as I am that we’ll wake up in the morning and realize none of it was real.
I want it to be real.
I close my eyes against the sting of tears. He holds my fragile heart in the palm of his hand. His big, strong hand, that could crush it with no effort at all.
“Braxton?” I whisper.
He hugs me tighter, his muscles flexing around me. “Yes, baby?”
“Please don’t break me.”
“No,” he says, his low voice fierce. “I promise. Not ever.”
I close my eyes, hoping desperately it’s a promise he can keep.
I wake up with Kylie in my arms. My chest feels like it’s going to burst, and it’s all I can do to keep from crushing her against me.
I’m still a little giddy, basking in last night’s glow. I probably look like a big idiot, but I can’t stop smiling. She breathes evenly, her back moving against my chest. I want to let her sleep, but now that I’m awake I can’t stop kissing her. My cock swells against her ass, and I kiss her ear, her neck, her shoulder.
Fuck, she’s so good.