stroking him. As he says my
name again, I realize that it wasn’t just a dream. My mouth is on
his stomach and my hand is down his pants. I look up at him with a sheepish smile.
“I was dreaming,” I
tell him as I stop stroking, but keep my hand where it is.
“I figured that out.
I honestly thought about not waking you up, but I didn’t want to
take advantage of you.”
“I think I was the one taking advantage.”
“Nah. I was enjoying
it. A. Lot.”
“So I can continue?”
“Only if I can
participate.”
I slide back up his
body and whisper against his lips. “Please touch me, Brayden.”
Chapter 7
Darcy
After that, it’s all
about shifting clothes and exploring hands. Our mouths battle each
other for dominance, and it’s hotter than almost anything I’ve
ever experienced. Stroking him while he pinches my nipples and then
caresses my breasts, feels like heaven. I know he’s enjoying it
too, because he’s growing harder by the second.
I arch my neck as his
hands move lower. He nuzzles my neck, alternately kissing and
nibbling until he reaches the waistband of my pajama bottoms. “Lift
up, Cat.”
I do as he asks, and he
hooks his thumbs on each side, pulling my thong down right along with
the pants. I have to let go of him temporarily, but I miss the heavy
feel of him in my hand as I do. Until I think about him inside of me,
and then I get even more wet and ready.
“Help me take off
your pants. I want you inside of me.”
“Fuck. I don’t
think I have a condom.”
“Under the couch
cushions,” I tell him. “And yes, we’re going to do just that.
Fuck.”
“You put condoms in
the couch?”
“I knew it was only a
matter of time. Are you going to make a big deal of it, or are you
going to let me ride you until we both pass out?” I ask as I take
my top and bra off.
“Oh, definitely the
riding.”
He pulls up the
cushions and grabs a handful of condoms, tossing them down as he
takes off his own shirt. Once we’re both naked, we stop to look at
each other. We’ve touched each other, but we’ve never taken
everything off for each other before. Brayden’s beautiful. There’s
no other word for him. He’s not as built as Nate or Matt, and not
as lean as Aiden. He’s the perfection that’s in between them all.
And I want to have my mouth on every inch of him.
“I think I’m the
luckiest man in the world. You’re gorgeous, Cat.”
“Thank you.”
I can’t believe I’m
feeling shy right now. I’ve never been shy a day in my life. But I am with him. Not in the sense that I
want to hide my body, but with the way that I like hearing the
approval in his voice. Maybe a little too much.
“If we do this, it
will make it a little more real, Crown.”
“It’s been real
since we met, and we both know it.”
He holds out his hand
to me, and I take it. After kissing me sweetly for a few minutes, he
takes things deeper, pulling me down on top of him as I open my mouth
to his probing tongue. We sit with me just rubbing myself over him as
I straddle his legs, until it becomes too much for both of us.
“Do you want me to
lie down?”
“No. This is good,”
I tell him as I lift myself up and reach for one of the condoms.
After I’ve put it on,
I slowly move down onto him. I fight the urge to just take him all at
once, savoring the pleasure that I feel as he stretches me. He has my
nipple between his teeth and bites down as I fully seat myself. I
flinch at the slight pain.
“Sorry. You just feel
so good.”
“So do you.”
I start to move slow,
and then fast, finding a rhythm that has us both moaning. He’s
still playing with my tits as I pull on his hair. Until he suddenly
grabs hold of my hip with one hand, thrusting up as he grinds me down
onto him. His other hand moves between my folds, finding my swollen
clit, and twisting it between his fingers.
“How close?” he
asks, barely moving his mouth from me.
“Very,” I manage to
breathe out as a wave of pleasure crashes
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