Chapter Ten

Brayden

The desert sun streaming in through the uncurtained windows pulls me out of sleep and I groan, rubbing my blurry eyes. I look down and see Holly curled up in bed next to me, her long red hair fanned out on the pillow, the morning sun making her alabaster-colored skin glow.

Rolling onto my side, I prop myself up on my arm and look at her. She's beautiful. But more than that, I feel like I have a real connection with her. She's sharp, witty, funny, and a great conversationalist. She gives as good as she gets and has a warped sense of humor – two traits that I find to be very admirable.

It's rare that I find a woman I enjoy talking to and who is what she appears to be. Most women I've dated over the years have an ulterior motive and want something from me. They either crave the lifestyle I lead or the wealth I have. And honestly, those relationships left me feeling very cold and ambivalent about the whole dating process.

But with Holly, it already seems different than with those other women. I know it's insane, given that we barely know each other. For Christ’s sake, we only met last night. But despite that, I feel like we have really connected with one another. On levels that I can't even begin to comprehend just yet.

I reach out and brush a few loose strands of hair off her face, pushing them back behind her ear. I gaze at her, memorizing her face, taking in the smattering of freckles across the bridge of her nose, her smooth skin, and how her body feels pressed against mine.

And as I look at this picture of perfection before me, I find my mind drifting back to the night before and I recall the feeling of her body, the sensation of moving inside of her. Of having her mouth on me. I remember the scent and taste of her. As memories from the night before flood my mind, I feel lust stirring within me once more. I close my eyes and try to shut it down. Gritting my teeth, I try to resist the urges flooding my body.

When I open my eyes again, Holly is looking straight at me, a little smile pulling at the corners of her mouth.

“Well, I guess I don't need to ask you what you're thinking about,” she says.

“That obvious, huh?”

“Well, the fact that you're poking my leg is a pretty dead giveaway.”

I look down and realize that she's right – my erection is pressing against her leg. It leads to an awkward moment of silence between us, which is quickly followed by a burst of laughter. She gives me a quick peck on the lips and starts to pull away, still smiling, but I gently tug her back to me. I look her in the eye and then press my mouth to hers, kissing her deeply.

As our tongues swirl around one another, the fire inside of me grows – as does my cock. Holly reaches down and takes it in her delicate hand, giving it a tight squeeze. I start to reach for her hand, but she pulls back, a stern look on her face.

“No,” she tells me. “You don't get to call the shots today.”

A seductive smile crosses her lips as she takes my hand, moving it above my head as she rolls me onto my back. She takes my other hand and places it on top of the first.

“Put them behind your head,” she commands.

“Think you're in charge, do you?”

“I know I am.”

“Interesting.”

“Stop talking,” she says. “Or I'll give you something more productive to do with that mouth.”

“Please do.”

There's a twinkle in her eye, a flirty grin on her lips, and a defiant tilt to her head. But, I do as she asks and put my hands behind my head. I'll go along with her demands. For now.

“Good boy,” she says, drawing a laugh from me.

She presses a finger to my lips and starts to climb up my body. There's a profound look of desire in her eyes and seeing her stare at me the way she is does nothing but turn me on. I must have this woman again. My body is already crying out for her.

Holly looks down at me, our eyes locked together, as she moves to straddle my face. Lowering herself down on me, I take a deep breath of her sweet aroma, as her juices drip upon my lips.

“Now, put your mouth to good use,” she says, her voice a bit husky.

I comply quickly, flicking out my tongue and running it around her wet, swollen lips. She throws her head back and moans as, I plunge my tongue into her, reveling in how she tastes. I start to move my hands, wanting to get a grip on her ass, but she smacks them away.

“Behind your head,” she says. “No hands.”

With a smile, I do as she asks, locking my hands behind my head. Holly leans forward, and begins gripping the headboard, grinding her dripping wet pussy on my face. I suck and lick at her, nipping her clit, and fucking her mercilessly with my tongue. She moans and cries out as she rides my face, her body tensing.

I'm not a man used to taking orders. I'm the one who gives them in both the boardroom and the bedroom. And yet, a little thing like Holly telling me what to do is strangely erotic. Having her call the shots, turning over my power to her is – well – different than anything I’ve experienced. And if I'm being honest, it is intoxicating. It's turning me on to the point that my stiff erection is growing slightly painful.

Holly moves and grinds herself against my mouth, and I lick and suck on her hot, wet pussy in time with the motion. Her grip on the headboard tightens and she cries out as I slide my tongue as deep into her as possible, relishing the taste of her. Relishing the feel of her.

I move to take her clit in my mouth and suck hard on it, drawing a cry of absolute ecstasy from her lips.

“God, Brayden,” she calls out. “Yes, god, yes!”

Her thighs tighten around my head as I give her clit another hard suck, pushing her over the edge. I feel her body tense and she lets out a stuttering gasp as she lets go. Holly’s body shudders and she throws her head back, calling out my name as she climaxes hard.

Eventually, she comes down as her orgasm subsides and she looks down at me, a shy, crooked smile on her face.

“Amazing,” she gasps. “You are a magician with that tongue.”

“I've been told I'm pretty good with the wand, too.”

She laughs and shakes her head. “Such a pig.”

“Good thing you like bacon.”

“Mmm, I do,” she says. “Speaking of which...”

Her voice trails off as she starts to slide down my body, her hand already tightly locked around the base of my cock. But, I grab her by the arm and pull her back up, kissing her deeply instead. The fire inside of me is burning out of control and I need to have her. I need to have her right now.

I roll her onto her back, careful to not break our kiss. Any illusion that she was going to have total control over me now shattered. I pull back and smile at her for a moment, before reaching over to the nightstand and getting a fresh condom out of the drawer.

“I need to be inside of you, Holly,” I say. “I can't wait. I need you.”

“Then fuck me,” she moans.

I quickly tear open the wrapper and slide the condom on. I position myself on top of her and feel Holly wrap her legs around my waist in anticipation. I press the head of my cock against her opening and even through the rubber of the condom, I can feel the heat of her. She looks at me, her eyes wide, her lips slightly parted. She's waiting to feel my cock inside of her.

I lean down and kiss her slowly, letting her feel the passion I have for her. As our kiss grows in heat and intensity, her fingers entangled in my hair, I slowly push into her. Holly gasps as I slide into her wet opening, her face a mask of sheer ecstasy.

It's not long before I'm fully sheathed in her, stretching her open and filling her completely. She's a small woman and I groan, feeling how tight she is, pleasure shooting along my every nerve ending. I brace myself above her and Holly grips my shoulders, her nails digging into my flesh as I start to move within her.

I start off slowly, deliberately, taking my time to revel in the sensations her body sends through me. She arches her back upward as I drive my cock deep into her, a soft cry escaping her lips. Our bodies find a rhythm together, both of us moving as one. I kiss her mouth, running my tongue down her neck, and with one hand, cup her full, round breasts. As I pump my hips, I take a stiff nipple into my mouth, sucking on it and then give it a little nip, drawing a surprised yelp from her.

It feels like we've been plugged into an electrical socket. Our bodies are vibrating with pleasure. Unlike last night, which was definitely fucking, being with Holly this morning feels more like making love. Our movements are slow and deliberate. There's more care and concern. We both seem to be taking the time to relish in the pleasure we're bringing one another.

It’s different from last night, but no less intense. And certainly, no less pleasurable.

Holly looks up at me and smiles, as if she knows exactly what I'm thinking. And who knows? Maybe she does.

I feel the pressure building within me, my balls growing tight. I don't want this to end, but I'm too caught up in it, enjoying the sheer ecstasy I feel right now too much to stop. I feel my body tense and I force myself to slow down, wanting to extend this feeling as long as possible. However, Holly wraps her legs around me even tighter and arches her back, refusing to let me pull out.

“It's okay,” she says, obviously able to read my mind. “I want you to come, Brayden. I want you to feel good.”

“And I want you to feel good too, Holly.”

“I do,” she gasps, her cheeks suddenly flushing. “I really do. Let go, baby. Let go of that control. Just let go and come for me.”

I thrust my hips harder, driving deeper inside of her, and that's it for me. My body tenses and I shudder, a sound that feels half-animal passing my lips. I feel my cock start to pulse and throb and the next moment, I feel myself exploding within the condom. I cry out and grit my teeth as a wave of sensation crashes down over me.

As if my coming was the key that unlocked her own orgasm, Holly cries out as well, her nails digging into my flesh almost painfully as I feel the muscles inside of her spasming, tightening around my cock, as she's gripped by her climax.

We stare into each other's eyes as we ride out the pleasure that is washing over and through the both of us. The ecstasy rolls on for several moments, but I wish it could go on forever. Eventually though, it fades. After all, all good things must come to an end.

I roll over onto my back, trying to catch my breath. Holly collapses on top of me, her breathing every bit as ragged as my own. But the look of pure bliss on her face is unmistakable – and I'm sure it matches the look on mine.

“That's a pretty good way to start the day,” I say.

“Pretty good?” she asks, arching an eyebrow.

“I don't want it to go to your head or anything,” I say, teasing her.

She slaps me on the chest and laughs. “You're such an ass.”

“I take that as a step up from being a pig.”

“It's more of a lateral move.”

I run my hands through her hair and smile, as a strange feeling – something that I can’t quite identify - something I don't think I've ever felt before, washes over me. All I know is that, as I look up at Holly, with the morning sun pouring through the windows behind her, glinting off her skin and making her jade eyes sparkle, I realize it's something I could get used to.

It's a thought that is as strange as it is dangerous, and I quickly shut it down.

“You okay?” Holly asks.

I nod. “Better than okay,” I reply. “I just need a shower.”

She sniffs and makes a sour face. “I was going to say something, but...”

“Such a smartass,” I say.

“Damn straight.”

We climb out of bed and head for the shower, those dangerous thoughts pressing on my mind.