So Much More (Made for Love #3) (39 page)

His words make my heart race. At first, I don’t know what to say. He’s never talked to me like this before. He’s also never been rough with me. I can’t say for certain how much I’ll like it, but I’m not afraid to try it. I love him and I love that I am
his woman
.

Tonight—I’m ready to surrender to the animal in him.

Without a word, I head to the nightstand to grab a couple condoms. I started on birth control earlier this week, but I haven’t told him yet. I’m a little nervous about letting him come inside of me and I thought I’d give the pills some extra time to get control of my baby-maker.

I watch him watch me as I make my way back to the couch. I toss the condoms onto the cushion and reach for the top of my towel. “Close the door.”

He doesn’t have to be told twice.

He abandon’s his bike on the floor, instead of hanging it on the wall, and locks us in. As soon as the door is shut, I let my towel drop. He stares at me from where he stands but doesn’t come towards me. Instead, he drops his bag and then begins removing one item of clothing after another.

“I want to see you touch yourself.”

My stomach knots up with nerves. He’s never asked me to do
that
before either.

“I want you ready for me, baby—” he says, dropping his pants before kicking them from around his ankle. “Pretend like it’s me.” When he reaches for himself and begins to stroke his cock, I can feel the moisture coating my insides. I don’t tell him that I don’t need to coax my need for him. Instead, I decide to do as he asks.

He makes his way toward me and we stare at one another, each of us touching ourselves. Somehow, it heightens the anticipation in the moment; the closer he gets, the shorter my breaths become. By the time he’s come to stand behind me, I’m practically panting and he hasn’t even touched me yet.

He reaches around me for a condom. I listen as he opens the wrapping and slides the rubber over himself. When he places a hand against my back, signaling for me to bend over, I obey—bracing myself against the arm of couch. That one touch is his last gentle act before he penetrates my entrance.

He uses so much force, it surprises me. Before I can wrap my head around it, he’s pounding into me over and over. I can’t catch my breath. When I fall forward, now propped on my forearms, his grip around my waist tightens. Before I know it, I feel my first orgasm start to build.

Overwhelmed
doesn’t even begin to describe this moment.

I’m barely aware of the things he’s mumbling behind me, too consumed with my own startlingly intense pleasure. He’s filling every bit of me. I’m convinced he can’t go any deeper, and yet, I want him to! I start to move with him, pushing back as he charges forward.

“Oh, Brandon—” The words fall from my lips of their own accord.

“Fuck, Sarah—you’re so tight. So tight. So perfect. Your pussy is
mine
—fitted just for me.”

“Yes—yes,” I manage.

“I want you to come for me. I’m going to unravel you bit by bit, sweet girl.
Come for me
.”

As if my body is completely under his control, my insides tighten around him as my orgasm bursts. I cry out, the sensation spreading like wildfire throughout my entire body. He doesn’t give me even a second to recover before he pulls me up and spins me around. He hoists one of my legs around his hips and supports me with an arm around my waist before he’s back inside of me again. I hold onto his shoulders, his unrelenting thrusts making it hard for me to keep my balance.

He feels incredible. I don’t want him to stop. He can’t stop!

“You make me so hard, baby. Do you have any idea how badly I want you—all the time?”

“Tell me,” I mutter breathlessly.

“You can turn me on with a fucking hug, Sunshine. You’re so sexy, you make that damn pink apron look hot as hell. This pussy might be mine, but my dick
belongs to you
. Only
you.
”

I don’t know if it’s his confession or the slow build of my second orgasm that does it, but I can no longer hold myself up on one leg. “Brandon—I can’t—”

I don’t even have to finish my sentence. He hoists me up and I lock my ankles together behind him as he shifts us until he’s got me pressed up against the wall. He rams into me and my head falls back with a soft thud as I take him all in.

“Shit—yes. Yes, babe!”

“I can’t get enough of you,” he mutters, pressing into me harder. “I want to get
lost
in you.” He kisses me—and it’s sloppy. It’s greedy.
It’s fucking delicious.
He bites my lip and it’s like he’s pulled another trigger. I squeeze my legs around him, wanting more—
needing
more.

“Harder,” I whimper. “Harder—
more
, Brandon,
more,
” I beg. He delivers with a growl that vibrates through his chest and into mine. I’m feeling so many sensations all at once. I’m afraid that I might literally come to pieces any second now.

“Sarah—
holy shit
—Sarah.”

He’s getting close, too.

I want to hold on—I want us to come together, but it’s coming too fast. I can’t stop it. Then it rips through me. It’s so all-encompassing that it steals my voice and I can’t make a single sound. Instead, I dig my fingers into his back and sink my teeth into his shoulder. He must understand what I cannot give voice to, for he serves as my mouthpiece and groans loudly—his climax on the heels of mine.

I milk him until all that’s left are the residual tingles from my blissful high. We hold each other, both of us working to catch our breath. I have energy enough to conjure one thought—one word…

Again.

I grab the other condom before I take her to the kitchen table and lay her down. She’s still trying to catch her breath when I kneel in front of her, spreading her legs wide before sweeping my tongue between her folds.

“Ohmygod, Brandon—I can’t,” she gasps, clamping her thighs together around my head.

I chuckle, before I pull her nub into my mouth and suck. I get no further argument as I devour her until she’s about to lose it. I know when she’s getting close by the way she buries her fingers in my hair, silently begging for me. Before she falls over the edge, I pull away. I stand and she looks at me like I’ve lost my mind; then I suit up and dive in, massaging her sweet spot with my thumb. She tightens around my cock in seconds, reaching behind her to grab hold of the side of the table.

Her eyes seal shut and her mouth hangs open as an airy moan escapes her.

I love her.

I love the way her pleasure contorts the features of her face.

I love the desperation I hear in her voice when her orgasm hits.

I love the way she’s always got to grip hold of something as she comes.

I love her so damn much that I can’t stop.

I’m not even close to being finished with her
.

When I lift one of her legs to hook it over my shoulder, her eyes fly open in search of mine. She speaks not a word and I’m so turned on by the sound of her
breathing,
it’s unreal. We stare at each other as I seek to unravel her for a fourth time. Only when the bliss of my victory begins to ripple through her do her eyelids flutter closed.

“Open those baby blues, sweet girl. Don’t hide from me.” She does as I say, calling my name as I continue to drive into her.

“Babe—” she pants as I lower her leg. “I can’t anymore. I just—don’t think—”

“Stop thinking.” I lean over her and capture her mouth with mine. She immediately wraps her arms around me, sinking her fingers into my ponytail. I stroke my tongue against hers as we kiss each other hungrily. All the frustration I felt earlier is washed away by her affection. Now, the only thing that’s left is my yet unquenched desire to bring her an unimaginable amount of satisfaction. Tonight—I want to remind her that it’s me who has claimed her. It’s me she belongs to.

As I belong to her.

After I pull away from our kiss, I bring her to her feet and place her in front of the kitchen counter. I turn her around and instruct her to hold on before I wrap my arm around her, swirling my fingers around her clit before pushing two fingers inside of her. By the time her count is up to five, we’re both breathless and covered in a layer of sweat—but I’m still not done. I take her to the bathroom and set her on the counter so that I can fuck her some more. She pulls my hair loose and grabs two fistfuls as she watches me slide in and out of her—which seems to excite her even more.

“You like that, Sunshine?” I mutter, pounding into her—her sweet arousal coating my cock and filling the room with sounds that only accompany a damn fine fuck. “You like to watch me fill your pussy?”

“Yes,” she tells me, her gaze still focused between us. “Brandon—I love—
oh, shit—
” She tilts her head back, her grip in my hair tightening.

“What do you love, baby?” I pump into her faster. Harder. She’s almost there and I know I’m just as close.

“You! I love
you!
” she cries. Her insides contract, clinging to my dick and beckoning my release.

When I’m empty, I rest my forehead against her shoulder as we both work to catch our breath.

“No more, babe,” she whispers, cradling my head. “I can’t feel my legs.”

I turn my head and press my lips against her shoulder before leaving a trail of wet kisses all the way to her mouth. “How about another shower?” I ask, touching my nose to hers.

“No more dick. Promise?”

A sly grin pulls at my lips. “Sure. No more dick.”

But I’ve got ten fingers…

A
S WE STEP OUT
of the shower, she wraps herself in my towel and sits on top of the toilet. Water is dripping from her hair and running down her chest and back, but she just sits—unmoving. I go to grab myself a towel. Once I’m mostly dry, I wrap it around my waist and then kneel down to check on my girl.

“Hey, are you alright?” I ask, bringing her wet mane to one shoulder.

She looks at me and nods. Then she changes her mind and shakes her head. Again she changes her mind and shrugs.

“What is it? Did I hurt you?”

“No!” she’s quick to respond. She reaches for me, cupping her hands around my face. “I feel properly fucked. You should be
very
proud. I’m not sure I’m going to be able to move in the morning, though. So—it’ll be no one’s fault but your own when I’m slow as shit in the kitchen.”

I chuckle before bringing my mouth to hers for a quick kiss. “Then what’s the matter?”

She draws in a deep breath and lets it out slowly before she speaks. “I used to wonder if I’d feel guilty. About sex, I mean. For a long time, the reason behind my virginity was my faith. When I decided that I couldn’t hold out anymore, that I didn’t
want
to, I sometimes wondered if I’d feel guilty after. Christian’s aren’t supposed to have sex out of wedlock. I’m just as much a Christian now as I was a year ago—but, I don’t know, I didn’t know how I’d feel.

“I think if I’d had done it with Luke, I would have regretted it. I
know
I would have. But my first time was with you and it was…
beautiful.
Guilt is not what I’ve felt. How could making love to you be wrong? I don’t want anyone else but you. I intend on staying faithful to you. When we make love, it’s
ours—yours and mine,
and there’s been no room for guilt.