LAILAH #3
Brayden just let his finger sit there, and he wiggled it along the top of my channel.
I writhed under his assault as he timed his tongue to what he was doing with his finger.
Just when I wasn’t sure I could take anymore, he added another finger, sending me off the cliff.
I cried out his name as he drew out every ounce of pleasure, making my body shake.
Slowly, he slid his fingers out, and he crawled back up my body, scattering kisses as he went.
“That was amazing,” I panted.
I rose up and kissed him, letting our lips linger and taking my time. I could taste the saltiness that I could only guess was myself. I thought I would be grossed out, but hey—it came from me originally.
“You are the sexiest woman I’ve ever seen,” Brayden said, a pleased smile on his lips.
“Is that what sex is supposed to feel like?” I asked, still trying to catch my breath.
Brayden chuckled. “No, Angel, that was just foreplay. Think you're up for the real deal?”
“Oh, hell yeah,” I said, causing his grin to grow wider.
He slid off the bed and slid down his sweats and boxers, revealing what he was packing.
My eyes widened when I took in all his glory.
I didn’t have much to go on, only having seen one other dick up close, but I had no doubt he was above average.
While not overly thick, he was long and had a slight curve.
Crawling off the bed, I had the strongest urge to touch.
Kneeling in front of him, I let my finger trail over the length of it.
Brayden hissed at my touch, and his dick bobbed with my attention.
Getting braver, I grasped him firmly, feeling how silky and soft the skin was.
“Angel, if you don’t let go, I am going to come here and now. That is not how I want this to go down tonight,” Brayden said, pulling my attention back up to him.
Yanking me to my feet, he then bent down, cupping my ass and pulling me up so I could wrap my legs around him as he walked back to the bed.
He flopped me down so that my ass just made it onto the bed.
Standing over me he looked down at me with such tenderness and desire, my heart was bursting.
Bending my knees, he pushed them back till they were hugging my chest, leaving me utterly exposed to him.
“I could feel how tight you are, so I’m going to take this slow at first. I don’t want to hurt you. This is all about your pleasure too, not just mine.”
I could have wept at his words, and I relaxed even more knowing he wasn’t going to just use me like my ex had.
The sensation of Brayden’s dick gliding across the outside of my vagina caused me to throw my head back and let out a moan of pleasure.
Doing that a few more times, Brayden gently pushed the head of his dick in with a steady pressure, letting my slickness guide him in bit by bit.
I knew he was doing this for my benefit, but at this pace it was pure torture.
My hips bucked, trying to get him to move faster, but he ignored my encouragement and kept at his lazy pace.
Finally, he was in as far as my body could take, his cock butting up against the end of the road. He started to pull back just as slowly until I latched onto his wrist.
“If you don’t start fucking me like you mean it right this moment, I am going to lose my mind,” I snapped.
“Seems my little angel has a dark side,” Brayden commented.
Then, giving me a wicked grin, he pulled all the way out, causing me to cry out in ecstasy as he plunged all the way back in seconds later.
He did that two more times before I started to break out in a sweat as my body burned with pleasure.
Seating himself deep in me, he got to work plundering my vagina, letting out his own grunts of pleasure to accompany my own.
Reaching out for him, needing to feel him closer to me, he leaned forward and captured my lips as he kept up his steady rhythm.
Pausing, he picked me up and moved us both farther onto the bed.
My legs, now free, wrapped around his waist and clutched him to me, our bodies molded together.
As I could feel my release building, my power started to as well.
I could feel Brayden’s response as well, both whirling around us in a torrent of heat, passion, and power.
My breath quickened, as I knew I was teetering on the brink of an orgasm, and I noticed that Brayden’s rhythm was becoming more erratic.
Unable to hold back any longer, I let myself fall over the edge, letting it take me, and Brayden was soon to follow behind.
Power burst out, causing us to float a few inches above the bed, knocking things off the wall.
Our pleasure bounced off one another, dragging it out further, both of us lost in our ecstasy.
The bond that I felt earlier glowed brighter, and stronger emotions flowed between us as if a curtain had been pulled back.
I could feel Brayden’s joy at having me in his arms, the contentment of having shared this experience together, and a fierce protectiveness over me.
As I basked in his emotions and the warmth of his body around mine, I let myself drift.
Until the sound of a door getting kicked in broke us out of our stupor.
“Brayden, wake up! We're under attack!” Micah’s voice bellowed as he flicked on the main light to the room. “What the fuck?”