24. Bran
Chapter 24
Bran
S he parts her lips and I take the opportunity to slip my tongue between them, lazily stroking through her mouth, tasting the wine she recently sipped. My cock hardens beneath her as her tongue glides against mine and I ache to feel her warmth, the slick wetness that I know will be there the moment I touch her. My hands trail up her thighs, my fingers splaying over her soft skin, and she moans in response. I move my lips to her chin, her cheek and then down her neck, slowly licking and sucking my way over her body. I slide my hands up a little farther, meeting the hem of her pretty white dress, and keep going until I reach the globes of her perfectly heart-shaped ass.
“Fuuuck, Pidge.” I groan when I trail my fingers over her bare skin realizing she’s wearing a lace thong. I slip my finger between her skin and the delicate material and give it a little tug. “Did you wear this for me?”
She tilts her head back as I suck on her neck, not at all afraid that I’m marking her as my own, and breathlessly says, “You know I did.”
Shit, she fills me with need, hungry for her pleasure. She makes me want to explore every inch of her, capture her body with my own and shower her with never-ending love in all of the best ways I know how to share it.
She tugs at my shirt and I lift my arms knowing what she’s asking for. She all but rips it from my body, her eyes raking over my face, my shoulders, my abs. She reaches out to touch me but I capture her hands in mine and shake my head. “Not yet.”
“What? Why?”
I bring my fingers to the tiny buttons of her dress, flipping them apart slowly one after the other. “Because I want to see you too. I want to put my hands on your soft skin. I need to feel your body too, Pidge.”
“Hurry Bran.” Her chest rises and falls with want. She’s hungry. My girl is hungry for me and something about that brings me more joy than I could have ever anticipated.
“Not a chance, Pidge,” I tell her with a smirk. “I want to take my time and live in this moment for the rest of our goddamn lives.” I pop the last button and her dress falls open, an elegant white lace bra covering her breasts. “Fucking Gorgeous.”
“And all yours,” she says with such reverence I want scoop her into my embrace and hold her against me. But not before I unbuckle this bra and release the two beautiful mounds she has gifted to me.
And only me.
I cup her breasts in both of my hands, fondling them, kneading them, brushing my fingers against her hardened nipples. Her gasp and the slight shudder of her body is enough to tell me all I need to know.
She sits up and rocks against me, her hands covering mine holding her breasts. “Bran,” she breathes. Her satisfied breathy voice as she says my name makes my cock even harder.
“I don’t think I could live without your touch,” she says to me. “I need it. Crave it.”
“That’s good, Pidge, because I don’t think I could keep my hands off you if I tried.”
I bring my hands to her hips and rock her against my denim clad cock wanting to give her that friction and feel the pressure of her on top of me at the same time. Fuck, the movement does not disappoint. Tiny bolts of pleasure shoot straight up the veins of my cock with each pass of her body over me. And then suddenly her body is gone and I miss her already.
She slides down my lap, resting between my legs, and then she brings her hands to the zipper of my jeans. Her eyes on me the whole time, she unzips my pants and tugs them down along with my boxer briefs, maneuvering them over my legs until she can toss them aside. She lets her opened dress slip from her arms so she’s all but naked in front of me except for her pretty lace thong. My cock stirs against my stomach at the sight of her. At the sight of her marveling at me.
At my cock.
Her eyes focused on my body, she licks her lips and I have to smile at her because she’s so fucking cute. The look on her face, desire, hunger, excitement, adoration, fuck, it’s enough to make a man come on the spot. I inhale a deep breath watching her, wondering what’s going on in that beautiful mind of hers. And then she acts.
She drags her finger along my throbbing cock and I hiss out a breath at the intimate contact. “Pidge…”
“And this is mine,” I hear her whisper before she leans forward and licks me from base to tip.
“Shit, Pidge.” My mouth falls open and I groan as she wraps her warm hand around my shaft, lifts my heavy cock off my stomach, and captures it between her lips. “Oooh fuuuck.”
She moves her hand to the inside of my thigh, massaging, squeezing, trailing her fingers along my skin until she reaches my balls. Moving them around like toys in her hand, she swirls her tongue around the tip of my cock and then lowers herself down over me, taking me in as far as she can until I hit the back of her throat.
“Good God, Pidge.”
My hand slips through her hair, holding it away from her face so I can bask in the view of her perfect mouth taking my cock over and over again.
“Fucking perfect, Pidge. Take my cock. Take it all. Swallow me whole.”
She moans against my taut skin, gliding her teeth lightly over me, and I gasp a breath so damn hard I almost black out. “Fuuuuuck!” I grab her and pull her off of me, her lips coming off my cock with an audible pop. “I don’t want to come yet. I can’t come yet. Not until I’m inside you.” Her eyes meet mine as I try to catch my breath. “Not until I’ve made love to you.”
I don’t give her time to say a damn word before my mouth is on hers and we’re lazily kissing under the warmest most glorious sunset I think I’ve ever seen. My hand on the small of her back, I lay her down in front of me and hover over her, kissing her forehead, her cheek, her lips, her neck. Marking her shoulder blade and her chest and a spot on her hip. I pepper sweet kisses up and down her abdomen, I lick lazy circles around her precious pink nipples and then I suck one into my mouth. Paige’s lips separate as she inhales a gasping breath. I love it when she does that. The sound of her quick little breath goes straight to my cock which hangs between us like a lead weight.
“I love you, Pidge,” I tell her. “I love everything about you.”
“Tell me,” she breathes. “Tell me what you love.”
“Mmm. I love the way this cute little nipple feels against my tongue,” I start. “And I love the sounds you make when I’m sucking it in my mouth. So sexy. Such a turn-on.”
“More,” she pleads.
My hand on her hip, I work my way down her body. “I love how soft your skin is here,” I say, sucking on her lower abdomen and then nipping it with my teeth. She gasps and arches her back off the mattress.
“Yessss. More. Please, Bran.”
I know what you want, Pigeon.
And I promise to deliver.
Lifting her legs on either side of me, I push them back as far as they’ll go, revealing the most beautiful glistening pussy I’ve ever laid eyes on. “Hold these,” I tell her. “Because I really love this part of you right here.” I trail two fingers through her arousal, making her moan loud enough that I’m glad nobody else is here.
“Oh, my God! Braaaaan!”
“Just as I expected,” I murmur, positioning myself for what’s to come. “Dripping for me.”
“Yessss.”
“Let me see if I can help you out.” With one languid lick, I stroke my flattened tongue through her, coating my tongue in her arousal and causing her to nearly jump off the mattress.
“Fuck! Bran! Oh, my God! Please do that again.”
And so, I do.
And I do it again.
And again.
And again.
Until I’ve brought her to the edge more times than she can count and until my cock can’t take anymore. Lowering her to the ground, I hitch one leg up around my hip and rub my cock through her silky wet folds. “Fuck, Pidge. It’s too good. Amazingly good. I need to be inside you.”
“Yes, please, Bran.”
She lifts her hips as I position myself at her entrance and then slowly, with all the patience I can muster, I push inside of her. Filling her with as much of me as I can possibly get inside her. My balls rest against her ass and I know our connection is complete.
“Look at me, Pidge,” I tell her, my hand sliding up her abdomen to her breast. I hold it tenderly in my hand, my thumb brushing against her nipple as her honey brown eyes gaze back at me. “I love you.”
Her smile is everything to me. “I love you too, Bran.”
I pull out and thrust back inside her, a little quicker and with a little more force. Her head tilts back but our connection never wavers. Pulling myself out, I move inside her again, my pace picking up with each thrust. I lean over her, my hands grasping for hers, our fingers entwined, and I kiss her as I thrust in and out.
In and out.
In and out.
Her cries, her moans, each breath, it’s all captured by my kiss. Swallowed by my tongue.
“Pidge…” I groan against her, our mouths opened as we breathe against each other.
In and out.
In and out.
In and out.
Faster.
“It’s too good, Bran,” she cries. Literal tears coming from the corner of her eyes. “It’s so fucking good. You make me feel so good.”
In and out.
In and out.
In and out.
“You take me perfectly, Pidge. Perfectly. Christ, I love you so much. And I will love you for the rest of my life.” My body is my vow.
In and out.
In and out.
In and out.
Faster.
“Fuck. Bran,” she says in a broken whisper. “You’re going to make me come.”
In and out.
In and out.
In and out.
“Christ! Me too. Fuck.” I can’t hold on for much longer. My balls are heavy and ready to explode. “Marry me, Pidge,” I say to her in between thrusts.
In and out.
“What?”
In and out.
“You heard me.” My whole face spreads into a smile. “Marry me and then we don’t have to worry about what comes next because no matter what, we’ll manage it together. You and me. Me and you. Just fucking marry me. Please, Pidge. I love you so fucking much. There will never be anyone else but you.”
Holy fuck, it’s never been this good. God, I need to come.
Her brows shoot up in disbelief. “You’re serious?”
“As serious as I’ve ever been.”
In and out.
In and out.
In and out.
Faster!
“Do you want me to get on one knee? I don’t have a ring yet but we could look for one together. A complete set. Whatever you want. Just put me out of my damn misery here because I really need to come, so tell me you’ll marry me before my balls send me to an early death.”
A giggle escapes her lips and she brings her hands up to my face once again, sliding her fingers through my hair. “Christopher Brannon Finch, I will absolutely marry you. Now make me come.”
Thank Fucking Christ.
“So that’s a yes?”
“Yes.” She laughs. “Yes, yes, yes.”
“Mother fucking hell.” I moan as I pick up my speed one last time and chase an orgasm that I know will be so huge and so intense that I brace for impact.
Paige’s mouth opens and she seems to hold her breath for a solid five seconds and then her pussy clamps around my cock and she shakes with an orgasm so strong, and moans so loudly, I lose all control and come right along with her, spilling inside her, my entire body quivering so hard I have trouble keeping all my weight off her.
“JESUS CHRIST. Oh fuck! Yes!”
My head drops to Paige’s shoulder and we both take a moment to breathe, to stabilize our bodies, and to hold each other under the last moments of the golden sun.
This girl is my life.
My peace.
My every happiness.
And knowing I will get to experience these moments with her from now until forever fills me with a sense of exhilaration and an excitement for each coming day.