Vanessa #3
When his mouth connects with my pussy again, he inserts one thick finger, then two, massaging me from the inside.
It doesn’t take long for him to find my G-spot and he runs the pads of his fingers over it again and again, pressing lightly.
Between his tongue on my clit and his fingers finding that magic spot inside me that seems to be a myth to every other man I’ve ever been with, I detonate.
My thighs shake uncontrollably as the orgasm pulses through my pussy and spreads throughout my entire body.
“Fuck, you taste goddamn delicious, Vanessa.” Braxton places the two fingers that were inside me into his mouth and drags them out with a decadent moan.
Holy shit. This fucking man.
He kneels between my thighs and grabs a condom from the bed, tearing it from the strip before opening the foil pack and rolling it on his thick erection.
I sit up and Braxton grabs me by the back of my neck, taking my mouth in a heated kiss.
Without breaking our connection, I gently push him to the side and onto his back before I throw my leg over his hip and grab his cock, positioning it at my entrance.
I lift my head and stare into his blue eyes when he grabs my hips, his fingertips digging into my flesh as I lower myself onto him.
“Shit,” I pant out and throw my head back as I begin rolling my hips, lifting slightly then plunging back down. He’s so fucking deep like this, his cock hitting all the delicious spots in me that make me cry out in pleasure.
“That’s it, baby. Take what you need from me,” he urges.
“Your pussy is fucking strangling me. Fuck, you feel so good.” Praises fall from his lips as my pace picks up.
His fingers dig into my hips even harder, and there’s no doubt in my mind that I’m going to have bruises where he’s holding me tight.
“God, Braxton, I’m going to come again,” I cry.
“Fuck yes, you are. Don’t you dare hold back.”
He plants his feet on the bed and holds my hips still before pumping into me from the bottom at a punishing pace. I clutch his forearms so I don’t fall and cry out in sheer abandon as my second orgasm blazes through me.
Braxton doesn’t stop, doesn’t slow down as his cock twitches inside me, and he bellows out a long string of curses, spilling himself into the condom. One last thrust inside me and he stills, the aftershocks running through each of us.
We’re panting hard as I lift myself off him, the movement pulling a groan from both of us.
“Jesus,” I breathe out. “That’s better than any shot of tequila I’ve ever had to wind down from a shift.”
Braxton chuckles next to me, swiping a hand over his face. “I think my legs are numb.”
“I think my whole body is numb.” Maybe numb isn’t the right word. Completely and utterly spent while simultaneously floating on a cloud of pure bliss would be a better description.
Braxton turns his head toward me and kisses me gently on the shoulder. “I should let you get some sleep.”
A moment of insecurity rushes through me. But this is what I wanted, right? I’m the one who said no sleepovers, no lovey-dovey stuff, and cuddling after mind-blowing sex surely falls in that category.
I prop myself up on my elbows. “Yeah. I need to get up in a few hours and make breakfast anyways.”
“Sleep in. You’ve had a long night, and you deserve it,” he says, sitting up and throwing his legs over the side of my bed.
“Oh, I definitely do, but a deal’s a deal.”
“Whatever you say, sweetheart. The last thing I’m going to do is tell you not to make breakfast. Fuck, my mouth waters every time I smell whatever you whip up in the kitchen.”
“That so? It’s my cooking that makes your mouth water?”
Braxton stands, pulling his pants up his legs, then bends to place his fists on the mattress as he leans forward and kisses me hard, but all too quickly, on the mouth. “Among other things.”
He stands, grabbing his shirt and boots from the floor. “See you in the morning, Vanessa.”
“Sweet dreams,” I say and smile wide as his gaze travels over my naked body, still glistening with cooling sweat.
He hums low in his throat and walks to the door, turning his head and winking at me before stepping through and shutting it softly behind him.
I collapse onto my back and release a long exhale while staring at the ceiling for a few minutes before I decide that a shower is in the highest order.
Stepping into the bathroom and turning on the light above the sink, I take in my reflection.
My long blonde hair looks like rats have nested in it, and my lips are pink and kiss-swollen.
I tilt my head to the side and take in the beard rash on my neck.
I’m sure if I looked between my thighs I’d find the same redness there too.
My fingers trace the outline of my lips as I stare at myself.
No matter what I said to Braxton or the boundaries I put between us, there’s no doubt in my mind that when all of this is said and done, it’s going to hurt like a fucking bitch.
And there’s nothing I’m going to be able to do to stop it.