I couldn’t believe this was happening.

Braxton pulled me impossibly closer to him, his big body warm, strong. I could feel how much he wanted me, his erection this massive rod between us, hard, thick, long. I felt that length dig into my belly, a promise of what was to come, of how it would feel to have him in me, claiming me, taking my innocence.

I speared my hands in his hair, tugging at the strands, needing him closer to me than humanly possible. And then he lifted me up, my body so much smaller than his.

We were in the bedroom before I even knew what was going on. He had me in his arms, kissing me, making me feel like I weighed nothing, like I was worth the world.

Once I was on the mattress, I looked up at him. I needed this like I needed to breathe. Braxton was on top of me, his strength and power pressing me into the mattress.

He made me feel so vulnerable, and God, I loved it.

Braxton cupped the side of my face, kissed me, and I moaned at how good it felt. He fucked me with his lips and tongue in the way I knew he’d do to me between my legs.

I moaned again.

The world fell away until there was nothing but the two of us, this moment, and the feeling of being with the man I’d loved for years.

I wasn’t ready for him to pull away, but when he did, this small noise wanted to leave me, this nonverbal plea for more. So much more.

“Take my clothes off. Be with me finally,” I whispered, not caring if this was all so fast and sudden. I didn’t care about any of that because it seemed as if I’d waited a lifetime for Braxton.

Before I knew what was happening or could really contemplate it all, he had my clothes off, tearing at the flimsy material as if it were delicate tissue paper. Then he shifted back, looking at me, appeasing me.

I wanted him to do the same, to be nude for me the way I was for him. But instead he just stared at me, looking his fill, taking what he wanted with his visual appraisal.

And I was more than happy for him to do just that.

“You want me just as bared as you are for me, baby girl?”

I nodded, my voice not working, my throat too thick, too raw. I lowered my gaze to his slacks, the massive bulge in the front telling me exactly how ready he was for me.

He was huge, and it was all for me.

He got off the bed and tore at his clothes in the same manner he had mine. And when he was just as naked as I was for him, I felt my pulse jackknife in my throat, in my pussy, and felt my body heat rise.

“Tell me what you what, what you want me to give to you.”

“I want everything.” I was breathing so hard. “I want you to kiss me, touch me … make me come.” I was so nervous, embarrassed a little even for saying those words. I’d thought them plenty of times, wondered what it would feel like for Braxton to do those sexual things to me. But saying them out loud had my face heating. I’d never been so bold.

He moved back onto the bed and cupped my cheek, looking into my eyes. “You’re so fucking beautiful.”

God, his voice could make me come on its own.

My throat felt so tight, like there was a lump in the center of it. “I want you to touch me, Braxton. I want you to be with me in all the ways that count.”

“I want you to touch yourself for me. I want to watch as you spread those pretty pussy lips for me, to show me how pink you are on the inside.” He was breathing harder, faster. “Do it for me, baby girl. Show Daddy what he wants.”

The way he called himself Daddy should have freaked me out a bit. But the fact was I got wetter, hotter.

When my hand was on my pussy, I slowly spread my fingers through my folds.

“More, baby girl. Show me more.”

The pleasure was instant, but I knew it wasn’t so much that I touched myself, but more so because Braxton had told me to, and that he watched me do it.

“Tell me what you want me to do.”

I swallowed, my heart in my throat, my hands shaking slightly. “I want you to watch as I touch myself,” I whispered, my heart thundering.

“Then show me, my sweet girl. Show me what’s mine.”

I did as he wanted. I touched myself, rubbed my thumb along my clit, pulled my pussy lips apart, and let him see every intimate part of me. He watched what I was doing for long seconds, and I felt myself build higher to that intense pleasure I knew I could get with him … only him.

This little gasp of pleasure left me on its own when I skimmed my finger along my engorged clit. And as if that sound set off Braxton, he was on me in the next second. Lifting my hand to his mouth, the one that had just been touching my pussy, he licked and sucked at the digits, taking my very essence into his body.

“You taste incredible, so damn good.”

He pulled back and took hold of my ankle, stretching my leg to the side, exposing my pussy, letting the cool air kiss it. I didn’t know what he planned on, but when he moved down to my foot, that was the last thing I thought he’d want to do.

Braxton ran his tongue along the arch of my foot, over my ankle bone, and went up my calf. I wasn’t the type of girl who enjoyed that kind of attention, or at least I hadn’t thought I would be. But it seemed where it concerned Braxton, I liked all the attention he gave me.

“So good, Moira. So fucking good.”

He reached my thigh, ran his hand along the inner skin of it, and made me shiver. He kept going, licking, kissing, and gently sucking at my flesh.

I was so ready to feel him stretching me, claiming my virgin cherry, making me his.

He kept moving up my body, teasing his tongue around my belly button before gently dipping it into the small indentation and moving upward. The sensations were unlike anything I’d ever felt. But then again, I’d never been with a man, let alone the one man I’d been in love with since I was a teenager.

When he got to my breasts, he cupped both mounds in his large hands, his skin slightly calloused despite the business work he did. He pushed them together and started licking and sucking at the stiff peaks, making them harder, more engorged.

“Tell me how good you feel. Tell me how much you want this.”

“I want this. I want you,” I whispered, not lying, but definitely feeling like I’d die if he wasn’t with me already. “Yes, Braxton. God, yes,” I whispered.

I couldn’t breathe, couldn’t even think.

And that’s just how I liked it.