16. The Second First Time
The Second First Time
Braden
M ina makes it to the elevator before dissolving into giggles.
I cock a brow at her. “What’s so funny?”
She covers her mouth with her hand. “Aunt Bitsy’s face when you intimated she needed to get laid more.”
I chuckle, leaning against the ornate railing, my eyes on the clicking floor numbers. “I spoke the truth.”
She sighs, biting back a grin. “An orgasm a day keeps the doctor away. Isn’t that what they say?”
“No,” I laugh, dropping an arm around her shoulder as we step off the elevator. “But they absolutely should.”
“So, what’s your plan for the rest of the night?”
Sweetheart, if you have to ask…
We reach our hotel room, but instead of opening it, I press her body against the polished wood. She releases a surprised gasp when I grab her wrists with one hand, locking them behind her back. I lower my mouth to her throat, tracing the contour of the delicate skin with my tongue.
Mina whimpers, a tiny sound in the back of her throat, her breathing heated in my ear.
“Does this give you a good idea of how I plan to spend the rest of the night?” I murmur the words against her skin, delivering a soft nip to her neck. “Or should I keep giving you hints? I promised to drop to my knees to taste you, Mina, but it’s your choice. Here or inside?”
I raise my head as we lock gazes, and I see the restrained desire in her eyes. She wants this, but she’s not willing to admit that fact.
Mina draws her lower lip between her teeth, the perfect picture of innocence.
One I plan to sully the fuck out of tonight.
She looks down the hallway in both directions. “There’s no one here, Braden.”
“Good. I prefer not having an audience. At least, not tonight.”
She wets her lips, her eyes darting between my face and chest. “Then what are we doing?”
Now I get it. Once again, that damn garden scene is playing on repeat in her brain. Time for a new track.
I tilt her chin up, forcing her to meet my gaze. “Making your second time fucking unforgettable.”
“Are you sure you want me?” Her voice is quiet, uncertain. Like she’s bracing for me to laugh, or worse , lie.
Apprehension dances in her face—not of me, but of me rejecting her again. I need to lay aside the male bravado and the dirty talk and show her tenderness. Show her what it means to be worshipped.
I release her hands and rest my forearms against the door, caging her in my embrace.
“You, pretty girl, are the only thing I want, and I’m about to lose my mind if I can’t have you soon.
Saying no to you that night was the hardest thing I’ve ever done because I’ve never wanted anyone as much as I want you.
I just didn’t want our first time to be something you didn’t remember. ”
She fiddles with a button on my shirt, marinating on my words. “You were right to say no. ”
“Mina, do you still want me? Because if you say yes, I’m taking you inside and making love to you for the rest of the night.” I cup her face, gently, cautiously, reminding her that with me, she’s always safe.
She leans into the embrace, a contented sigh escaping her lips.“Yes.”
That’s all I need to hear.
I kick the door shut behind us and waste no time getting comfortable.
I yank my tie loose and toss it aside. Then I reach for the buttons of my shirt, undoing them one by one under Mina’s watchful gaze.
“Business hours are officially over,” I murmur, shrugging out of the shirt and dropping it on a side chair.
I loosen my belt and close the distance between us, running my hands along her arms. “Your turn, beautiful.”
“I swear, I want this,” she whispers. “I just… I don’t want to screw this up.”
I brush a knuckle under her chin until her gaze meets mine. “You couldn’t screw this up if you tried, sweetheart.”
Her laugh is soft, shaky, as her hands drift down my chest. “You say that now.”
I’ve been with a lot of women. More than I care to count, if we’re being honest, and they’ve each possessed a variety of experiences.
But Mina is basically a virgin. She needs me to take it slow. Love every inch of her. Remind her, on every level, why she’s amazing, just as she is.
“Turn around.” I lower the zipper on her dress, letting it slide to the floor at her feet.
I wrap my arms around her waist, delivering delicate caresses to her stomach and gentle kisses to her shoulder. “Let me take care of you.”
Mina turns in my arms, her eyes seeking mine. I see the nervousness simmering in their depths, but there’s another emotion taking center stage—desire.
Time to stoke it into a raging inferno.
She nods. Just once. And it’s all I need.
Christ, she has no idea what that does to me.
The kiss starts out deep, hungry, a little dirty—but I rein it in. I let her feel how badly I want her without rushing a damn thing. She’s in charge, even if I’m the one losing my mind.
When she rises on tiptoe to claim control of the kiss, I let her.
She thinks that because she lacks experience she won’t be any good. I’m here to disprove that theory.
Her tongue tangles with mine, tentative at first, like she’s waiting for me to correct her—but I don’t. I just groan into her mouth and let her take everything she wants.
I slide my hands down her body, taking my time, learning what makes her shiver, what makes her breath catch. Gripping the backs of her thighs, I lift her into my arms, a low groan slipping from my throat as she exhales a soft gasp against my neck.
I carry her to the bed and lower her gently—until her legs lock around my waist and pull me back in.
“Stay,” she whispers.
As if I would leave.
I brush her hair back and freeze, because this isn’t just sex. It’s Mina. And I’m already gone for her. “You okay?”
She nods, but her hands tremble as they move to my belt. I gently cover her hands with mine. “Let me.”
Mina averts her eyes as the worry creeps back in. “Sorry.”
“Never apologize. We’re learning about each other.”
What she doesn’t understand is I’d set this whole damn resort on fire before I rush her.
I unbuckle the belt, easing the zipper down while her wide eyes track every move I make. “You’re okay, baby. You’re doing so good. Just breathe. I’ve got you. ”
But I can see it—how her chest rises too fast, how her fingers twitch against the blanket. She’s nervous, even if she won’t say it out loud.
I lower my mouth to the hollow of her throat, kissing a slow, steady line up to her jaw. “We’ll go as fast or slow as you want. As far as you want. This is all about you.”
She smiles, her hand lifting to trace the curve of my mouth. “I just want it to feel good for you, too.”
She’s going to be the death of me—and I’ll die smiling.
Mina’s vulnerability is one of her greatest strengths. It’s something I’ve long admired about her, but right now, she needs me to show my softer side, too.
I brace my weight on my forearms, offering her a gentle smile. “This whole weekend, you’ve known exactly what to say, how to move, how to light up a room. I’ve felt ridiculous. Like I didn’t belong.”
Her brows knit, confusion flickering across her face. “You didn’t act like it.”
“Because you were right there, holding my hand, making me feel like I was enough. Now…” I drop a few slow, reverent kisses to her belly. “It’s my turn. Let me take care of you. Okay?”
She smiles as a bit of the fear melts away. “Okay.”
I stand and kick off my shoes. Then, under her intense gaze, I peel off my slacks and stand before her in nothing but boxers.
I know I look good, and that’s not me being some egotistical prick. I work out a lot between the gym and the farm. So, although I’m not some huge bodybuilder, I do alright.
Seems Mina agrees. Her eyes drop to my bulge, her breath catching.
My cock twitches under the weight of her gaze—fuck, I’ve never been harder in my life.
She bites her lip, cheeks flushed. “You’re really, really…”
I snort out a laugh. “I’m not that big. ”
“Yes, you are. Way bigger than I thought.”
Okay, beautiful, this is definitely bolstering my ego.
“He’ll fit. I promise.” I lean down, my lips nibbling her jaw. “But if you’re worried, I’ll spend the next hour teasing you slow and deep with my mouth and hands until you’re dripping, shaking, and begging me to bury myself inside you.”
A small moan escapes her lips, and I know she’s on board with my plan.
I press my forehead to hers, voice rough. “You’re mine tonight, Mina. Every inch of you.”
“I like the sound of that.”
“You’re going to like the feel of it a whole lot more.”
Mina’s laugh bubbles out, shaky and sweet, but I feel the tension melt from her limbs. That’s what I want—her soft, open, and aching for me.
I crawl onto the bed, dragging my mouth along her neck as my hands explore—her waist, her ribs, the gentle swell of her breasts beneath that delicate lace bra. I lower my mouth, kissing a path between them before undoing the clasp.
“So damn beautiful,” I murmur, brushing my thumbs across her nipples. She gasps, arching into me, her hands tangling in my hair.
I kiss my way down her stomach, worshipping her soft curves and sweet skin. My nose grazes the waistband of her soft cotton underwear, and I inhale, undone by her scent.
Her fingers twist in the sheets, her breath coming in ragged bursts.
I glance up. “Still good?”
Her eyes are glazed, her lips parted. “Don’t stop.”
“Never.” I hook my thumbs in the sides of her underwear and drag them down slowly. “I made a promise, Mina. And I’m going to keep it.”
“A promise?”
I settle between her thighs and press a kiss to her inner knee. “I told you I’d drop to my knees for you. Worship you. Are you ready for me?”
She fists the sheet with one hand, the other reaching toward me as I finally taste her—slow at first, just the barest flick of my tongue. She gasps, hips bucking, and I pin them with a firm grip.
“Easy,” I breathe against her. “I’ve barely started.”
My hands slide beneath that delectable ass, anchoring her to me as I bury my face between her thighs, her taste already wrecking me.
Tonight, I’m not stopping until she’s trembling, writhing, screaming my name—and even then, I’ll keep going. Because once won’t be enough.
Not with her.
Never with her.
I eat every inch of her delicious pussy, sinking my fingers into her wetness to stroke her deep and slow while my tongue teases her clit. She’s already close—her hips twitch, her back arches.
“Braden…” she breathes, fingers tightening in my hair.
“Let go for me, baby.”
She comes with a soft, broken cry, her thighs clenching around my head. I kiss her through it, murmuring against her skin, “That’s my girl.”
I crawl back up her body, smoothing her hair from her face. Her eyes are wild and glassy, her cheeks flushed.
She’s so goddamn beautiful, and she’s mine.
“That was so… that was… holy shit, Braden.” Her hands skate along my chest, her nails lightly digging into my skin. “I want to taste you.”
“Soon,” I murmur against her mouth. “But right now, I’m about to explode, and I really want to be inside you. Are you okay with that?”
It’s the truth. I’m barely holding on, so desperate to feel more of her. All of her .
She bites her lip and nods, running her fingers along my jaw. “Yes.”
“You sure?” I whisper, my mouth brushing hers. “Because once I’m inside you, that’s it. You’re mine.”
Mina nods, her voice breathy but her eyes steady. “I want to be yours.”
Fuck me. That’s it. That’s the line that will ruin me for anyone else.
I grab a condom from the drawer and slide it on, her gaze locked on every move—like she’s memorizing it. She’s trembling, panting, flushed, and perfect beneath me, and I swear to God, if I don’t get inside her soon, I might lose my mind.
I glide my cock against her slick heat, dragging the head along her entrance. She whimpers, hips shifting restlessly. She’s desperate—but I’m not rushing a damn thing.
“Braden…” she begs, her voice cracking.
“I know, baby.” I press kisses along her fluttering pulse. “I’m right here.”
I push in slow—inch by aching inch—and her breath hitches, her fingers digging into my shoulders.
“Holy shit,” she gasps. “You’re… fuck.”
“I’ve got you.” I brace one hand behind her head, cradling her as I sink deeper. “You’re so tight, sweetheart. So perfect.”
And she is. She’s the most perfect thing I’ve ever felt.
Wrapped around me like a goddamn vise, and I never want to leave.
When I bottom out, I pause, letting her adjust. Her nails trail softly down my back, her thighs wrapping around me, pulling me closer.
“You ready?”
Our gazes lock, and I pray she sees it—how much she means to me. That this isn’t a game or a lie. She’s everything I didn’t know I needed. And now she’s mine.
“Please,” she whispers.
I move—slow and deep, grinding my hips so she feels every fucking inch. Her mouth drops open, eyes fluttering shut as I push her closer to the edge.
“You were made for me,” I growl against her throat. “Every tight, perfect inch.”
She moans my name over and over, her body tightening around me as she starts to come again.
“That’s it,” I groan, my rhythm faltering. “Soak me, beautiful. Just let go. That’s it.”
She shatters beneath me, fingers gripping my arms, her thighs quaking around my hips as she comes hard, gasping my name.
I thrust once, twice, then lose it—spilling into the condom with a strangled groan, burying my face in her neck.
We’re both shaking, breathless, and absolutely wrecked.
After I catch my breath, I raise my head. “You okay?”
She nods furiously, pulling me down to kiss her. “You feel so good.”
“Not nearly as good as you.”
“Can we do that again?”
I chuckle as I climb off her to dispose of the condom. “Mina, I plan on doing this every day.”
She giggles, cheeks flushed, hair a wild halo around her face—and damn if it doesn’t hit me like a freight train.
I could look at her like this forever. Every messy, perfect inch of her.
I grab a damp towel, cleaning her up gently, dropping soft kisses to her thighs, her belly, anywhere I can reach.
When I crawl back into bed, she turns into me instantly, wrapping her arms around my neck like we’ve done this a thousand times.
I kiss her. Stroke her skin. Whisper how beautiful she is. How proud I am. How lucky.
Because I am. She’s everything.
And I’m completely fucking gone.