Always Ever After (Always 2.50) - Page 10

4: Braxton

I set down my keys on the counter with a clink. Skydiving today was off the hook. The weather was perfect, and everything went according to plan. We went with a couple other guys Ronan knows, and afterward we all got dinner and beers at a great barbeque place. I’m still a little buzzed from the mix of adrenaline and alcohol.

I pause, noticing Kylie’s purse is on the little table by the door. Is she home early?

She steps out of the bedroom, dressed in nothing but a lacy black bra and panties.

Fuck, yes.

“Baby girl, you are the best thing I’ve ever seen in my life.” I strip my shirt off and toss it to the floor.

She laughs and curls a finger at me. “Come here.”

I kick off my shoes and take off my pants as I follow her into our bedroom. I have to get my hands on her, but she keeps backing away.

“Get your ass over here.” I pin her against the wall and kiss her mouth, gently caressing her tongue with mine. I take my time, feeling her body melt into me while I savor her.

I’m suddenly reminded of the first time I kissed her. God, she felt so good. I waited so long for that kiss.

I pull away and touch her face. “Is everything okay? You’re home early.”

“Yeah, everything’s fine.” She hesitates for a moment, running her hands up my chest and around to the back of my neck. “I need to talk to you about something, though.”

“Okay. Sex first.” I kiss her again, threading my fingers through her hair.

She laughs as I move her to the bed and lay her down on her back. “You’re insatiable, you know that?”

“No, I’m just in love with you.” I climb on top of her and graze her neck with my teeth. “Plus, you’re so fucking sexy.”

I get her bra and panties off, and run my hands all over her body. She lifts her arms above her head and closes her eyes while I caress her skin. I slide my tongue across one of her nipples, and she shudders.

“Baby, stop playing,” she says, her voice breathless. “I need you inside me right now.”

I lick her again and kiss my way up to her neck. She reaches into my underwear and wraps her fingers around my cock.

I groan into her ear. “What do you want, baby girl?”

She squeezes my dick. “This. Now.”

I groan again and pull off my underwear. She opens her gorgeous legs for me and I settle in on top of her, sliding my cock in slowly. She grabs my ass and tries to push me in harder, but I resist. There’s nothing like that first thrust, when her hot pussy envelopes me.

My desire to move slowly doesn’t last.

She wraps her legs around me and I move in and out, pushing in as deep as I can go. Her hips move with me, and she digs her fingers into my back. I kiss her mouth, our tongues lashing together, as frantic as our bodies. I pick up the pace, pounding her harder. She moans and runs her hands along my skin, sending sparks through every nerve.

Nothing compares to this. To her. She feels so goddamn good. I know she thinks I have an unending sexual appetite—and to be fair, I probably do. But it’s not just that. This is the best way I know to show her how I feel. I can tell her a million times that I love her. That she’s my world. My life. And I do, every single day. But when I make passionate love to her—when I fuck her until she’s breathless—I show her. Not just with words, but with my whole body. I can show her what she is to me, make her feel what I’m feeling.

With our bodies connected, we’re completely in sync. She moves with me, moans with me, cries out in pleasure with me. I feel her climax building and I hold back, waiting for her to be ready. My cock throbs.

“Yes, baby,” she says. “Right there. Oh, my god, yes.”

Her voice goes high-pitched and her pussy tightens. My eyes roll back in my head and I explode inside her. The orgasm comes in hot waves, pulsing through me. For those blissful seconds, there’s nothing else. Just the agony of release, the feel of her wet pussy, the sound of her voice as we come together.

I move off her and we lie together for a moment, catching our breath. She rolls over to kiss my shoulder, then gets up and slips into the bathroom.

She comes back a few minutes later, still naked. I pull her back into bed with me and wrap her in my arms, breathing in her scent. My eyes drift closed. I’m so relaxed with her body warm against mine that I could probably fall asleep like this, but I remember that I have some things to talk to her about.

“I heard back from the real estate guy,” I say.