Chapter Fourteen
She travels down my thighs, over my knees, down my calves to my bare feet, touching, kissing, pleasing me.
Then she stands, entwines both her hands with mine, and leads me to the bed.
Yes, she leads me.
And I allow it.
“You’re so beautiful, Braden,” she says breathlessly.
“No one’s ever said that to me before.”
She chuckles. “Probably because you don’t let them speak.”
I smile, again marveling at how much I’ve been smiling.
I’m letting a part of myself out tonight, a part I keep trapped inside.
I don’t yet know if it’s a mistake, but I can’t bring myself to stop what’s happening.
I don’t want to stop it.
I’m enjoying myself. Enjoying Skye’s touch. Letting her take the lead for once.
I want to understand myself fully so she can understand me.
And I want her to understand why she needs the breath control—something I will never be able to give her.
“Touché,” I finally say. “But as far as beauty goes, I’m nothing compared to you. You’re lovely, Skye, and not just on the outside.”
“Yes, I know. I’m a challenge.”
“That’s part of it, but you go deeper than that, and you know it.”
“Thank you. I’m not sure anyone’s ever given me a more profound compliment.”
“I mean it. Yeah, you drive me wild, sometimes to anger. But it’s because you’re so provocative.”
“I provoke you, huh?”
“God, yes.”
“Is that good or bad?”
“It’s both.” I sit up and flip her onto her back. I enjoyed letting her lead, but I’m ready for more. “My turn to touch you all over.”
She moans softly. “Please, Braden. Please touch me.”
I begin at the top, gently kissing her forehead.
Funny. It’s how my mother used to kiss me when I didn’t feel good. She was checking to see if I had a fever. But this is far from nurturing. It’s sensual because it’s Skye. The woman I love.
Her eyes flutter closed, and then I kiss her eyelids in the softest of caresses.
She shudders beneath me at such a light touch.
And my cock responds. I’m as hard as I’ve ever been from these simple movements. These light touches.
She sighs as I move my lips down her jawline while cupping her breasts at the same time. I tease her nipples with my fingers, and then I pinch them. She lifts her hips with a moan. I’m kissing her neck now—that sensitive neck—and she shivers.
“God, you’re beautiful,” I say against her skin.
Her hips rise again.
She’s searching. Searching for my cock to fill her empty pussy.
As much as I ache to thrust inside her, I continue to slide my fingers and lips over her flesh.
I brush my hands down her sides to her hips, which puts my mouth on target with her nipples.
“Please, Braden.”
“Tell me what you want.”
“My nipples. Suck my nipples.”
As if I couldn’t read her mind…
But this is new.
I asked her what she wanted.
I just want to lie next to you, as your equal, and make love to you.
The words I said to her only moments ago.
They ring true. So true. Something I never thought I’d want, and now I crave it, at least for tonight. I don’t miss the kink.
I flick my tongue over one nipple, making her gasp, and then I suck on it lightly.
“I love you so much, Skye,” I say after releasing the nipple.
“God, I love you, too.”
“Your tits are so gorgeous.”
The tone of my voice surprises me. Rather than dark and commanding, it’s slightly breathy tonight.
My dark side is far from gone. It’s who I am. But for the first time, I’m interested in expanding my horizons. I want to know every inch of Skye Manning. And once she can answer my question…
I’ll bind her once again.
And though I’m loving this experience, my cock aches to get her back in cuffs.
I slide from her breasts to her belly, dipping my tongue into her navel as I grip her hips. Then I flip her over like a pancake and slide my tongue between the cheeks of her ass.
“Mmm,” I groan. “Mine. This ass is mine.”
I slide downward, kissing the backs of her thighs and making her shiver. I kiss and caress all the way down her legs to her feet, and then I kiss each of her toes and slide my tongue between them. Her feet are so beautiful. Every part of her is magnificent.
I turn her over once more, this time a little more gently, and then I spread her legs.
“So beautiful. Your pussy is wet for me.”
“God, yes.”
Fuck. I’m done waiting.
“I wanted to go slowly. To make real love, but I need you, Skye.” I climb forward and thrust my cock into her. “I need you now.”
She closes her eyes. I don’t order them open, but she opens them anyway and meets my gaze.
To my own surprise, I let my eyelids flutter closed and revel in the sweet suction of her cunt. The pleasure of her body and the intimacy of the moment ignites a fire deep within me. Her breathy sighs fuel my desires.
I open my eyes. Hers are full of need and passion. Full of love.
And I hope, as I gaze into them, she sees the same in my own.
For I feel all of that. Lust. Need. Passion. Love. So damned much love.
I descend slowly toward her until our lips touch. Then our tongues, and then the soft moans from each of our throats—mine an octave lower than hers. It’s music, a discordant melody borne of our passion.
It hits me like a bolt of lightning.
My sexual experience notwithstanding, Skye is the first woman I’ve ever made love with.
Truly made love with.
And not just this time.
This may be different, but the other times with her were no less making love.
Making love isn’t about the act or how you do it. It’s about the love you feel in your heart and in your soul for your partner.
I increase the tempo of my thrusts. “Skye,” I say, “I’m going to come. Come with me. Please.”
As always, at my urging, her body responds with a shattering climax. She squeezes me, milks me, takes me to the fucking stars.
Never does she take her gaze from mine. She wraps her arms around me, brings my head down to hers, and kisses me as we orgasm together. She threads her fingers through my hair, slides her hands down over my shoulders and then down my back to my ass, grabbing it and pushing me farther into her.
For a moment, as my climax sends me soaring, I don’t know where I end and she begins. I am her and she is me and the whole world is us.
And I know I’m truly home.
When our orgasms finally subside, I withdraw and roll onto my back, one arm over my forehead.
Elation fills me. Elation mixed with love mixed with peace. I haven’t figured everything out yet, and neither has she.
But we will.
We must.
Because I can’t live without her.