Heather

That sexy smile of his has me surrendering, before I can put up a real protest. Besides, with the alcohol that’s buzzing through my system. I’m game for more than my usual. I wrap my lips around the offered barbeque shrimp that he’s been going nuts over for the last two minutes.

The flavor bursts in my mouth, causing me to close my eyes and moan. It’s juicy and full of flavor, with a hint of grill and smoke to it. Okay, maybe he wasn’t exaggerating.

“Fucking amazing, right? I told you,” he says, but I notice the husky note to his voice.

I open my eyes and see Braxton’s golden orbs are fixed on my lips. My mind shifts to our near kiss in the elevator. I’d been a little relieved. Yet, disappointed that we’d been interrupted, before our lips made the connection.

My eyes fall to his full lips. I wonder if they taste like the sweet barbeque sauce from the shrimp or creamy and peppery like the Whiskey we’ve been drinking. I blink a few times, when his hand lifts towards my face again.

I’m stunned when his thumb makes a slow caress over the corner of my mouth. I’m even more thrown, when he brings that same thumb back to his plump lips, sucking it into his mouth. I can’t pull my eyes away.

As much as I want to tell myself it’s wrong for us to be anything more than friends, tonight, I can’t deny the attraction I have for him. My heart pounds in my chest, while I watch his finger pop free from his sensuous mouth. I cross my legs under the table, which involuntarily shifts me closer to him.

“I think you just made it taste a whole lot better,” Brax says through a crooked grin.

His heated gaze sweeps over me, before settling on my lips. I feel my face heat, my lashes lower and I dip my head to hide my embarrassment. Braxton pinches my chin, lifting my head.

Suddenly, I wish we hadn’t chosen this booth to sit in, but a table instead. We’re too close, and that connection I’ve been feeling all night has me leaning into him. I can also feel the anxiety in my belly trying to tug me back to safety.

“Braxton,” I begin to say.

“Relax Heather, it’s me. I already know what you’re thinking,” he leans in anyhow. My eyes flutter close, but it’s just a kiss to the tip of my nose.

My cheeks grow warmer. The gesture tugs at my heart. My eyes open again slowly, his golden eyes meeting mine.

“Thank you,” I say softly.

“It’s my job to show you what forever and a day looks like with me,” he replies. “I’ll cherish you always.”

I bite my lip feeling like a silly school girl, remembering that Brax has always been a smooth talker, even when we were younger. I don’t get to reply, as our main course arrives, along with another round of Whiskey. I shift, unfolding my legs, reaching for the glass and throwing back the alcohol.

I catch our waiter eyeing me and give him a smug look. I’ve had a few drinks so far. I’m sure he’s thinking I’ll face plant when I stand.

“Dude, she can handle it. I’ll be under the table before her,” Braxton chuckles, noticing the same look. “Just keep them coming.”

“Yes, Sir,” the waiter nods. “Can I get you anything else?”

“We’re good for now,” Braxton nods, cutting into his steak. “But you can keep the drinks flowing.”

“Sure, thing,” the waiter nods.

I sit watching Braxton for a moment, just taking him in. I can see he’s enjoying his birthday. He hasn’t stopped smiling since we left the hotel. This feels right. I’m in more of a teasing mood than usual, so I decide to taunt Brax.

“You know, when I get up to go to the bathroom, I’m really going to tell them to come sing happy birthday to you,” I tease, picking up my knife and fork.

Brax looks at me with horror in his eyes, a piece of steak filling his cheek. He has always hated being sung to in restaurants on his birthday. Sometimes the guys get waiters to sing for him even when it’s not, just to piss him off.

I try to keep a straight face, but fail. I burst into laughter, covering my mouth with the back of my palm. Brax narrows his eyes at me. He chews the food in his mouth and swallows, placing his fork and knife down.

“I’ll pour bleach on all your shit while you sleep,” he says with a straight face, causing me to laugh harder.

“Remember when we did that to Noah?” I laugh out. “Aunt Cass wanted to kill us.”

“Yeah, she did,” Brax says, as his eyes sparkle. A warm smile takes over his lips. “You still call her Aunt Cass.”

I shrug. “Yeah, it’s all I know,” I admit.

I take my first bite and moan. When I look at Braxton, he’s giving me a hungry stare, but I don’t think the look is for the steak on his plate. I watch as his jaw ticks. It’s as if he’s trying to restrain himself. He forces his eyes away, looking down at his plate.

We eat for a few minutes in silence. The intensity in his eyes has me contemplating so many things. I don’t know what I’ve gotten myself into. I just may be in over my head.

Brax deserves someone that can give themselves to him. I’m not that person. At some point, this is going to go too far and I’ll hurt him.

I don’t know what I was thinking. This was a terrible idea. There’s our age gap, my lack of experience with a real relationship, and the fact that we know each other so well.

“We should go dancing,” Brax murmurs.

“Huh?” I look up from my racing thoughts.

“We should go dancing. I remember when you didn’t go to your prom. When we were on the Ferris wheel, I asked you what you’d miss most about not going. You said you would miss the dancing. You just wanted to dance,” Brax replies.

My heart tugs in my chest. I can’t believe he remembers that. Just proving me right that we know each other better than anyone else.

“Sure, if that’s what you want to do,” I nod, holding back the emotions swirling around inside me.

His eyes search my face. “Was it just the dancing or was it the dancing with the crowd at the party?” he asks, with this pensive look in his eyes.

I think about it for a moment. “Just the dancing,” I reply with a small smile. “I wanted to dress up and dance the night away.”

A smile curls his lips. His eyes traveling over me again. His eyes feel like a caress. I can feel my breathing increase against my own will.

“Then, I have my next wish,” he says smoothly.

I lift a brow. “Oh, really now. What would that be?”

“You’ll see,” he replies.

I chuckle, shaking my head. We start to reminisce, as we finish our meal. My belly’s good and full by the time we finish the main course. I couldn’t eat another bite.

“We’ll have two slices of the chocolate, chocolate mousse cake to go and the check,” Braxton tells our waiter, as he appears.

“This is my treat,” I say reaching for my purse.

Braxton snorts. “I wish my girl would pay for dinner,” he says, snatching my purse out of my reach. “You’ve been around the family long enough to know better than that shit. Not happening, H.”

“It’s your birthday,” I pout. “Come on, B.”

“Nope, so stop pouting before I give you something worth pouting for,” he says, the heat returning to his eyes, as he licks his bottom lip.

I squirm in my seat, when I feel how damp my panties are, my cheeks heat. Instead of feeling embarrassed, I’m a little more turned on. I’m astonished and a little confused, but I keep it all to myself. I wipe my face clean of all expression, not wanting to give anything away. Our dessert and check arrives just in time to keep me from saying or doing something silly. Relief fills me to be getting out of these close quarters.

“That was amazing,” I pat my stomach, as we walk the strip.

Braxton wraps his free arm around my waist, while holding our dessert with the other. I’m a little surprised, when I notice we’re walking back to our hotel. I was sure we would party some more.

“It was,” Brax murmurs, kissing the side of my temple.

The press of his lips sends butterflies floating in my belly. I look up at him, hoping for that kiss that hasn’t had the right timing tonight. I’ve had enough to drink to silence most of my doubts to a low hum. My desires are louder than anything else. Desires so loud, I can’t even question them clearly.

Brax just places another kiss on my nose. I feel cherished and annoyed at the same time. Then it hits me, I’m waiting on my first kiss. A real kiss, and I’m waiting to have it with Braxton.

For the first time, I feel like a woman and I’m not ashamed of it. I’m not afraid to be looked at, but I only want his eyes on me. I feel like I should be ashamed that my body is coming to life for Braxton, but I’m not. I relish the current passing between us. It feels right, although, very scary. Just not the scary that screams of danger.

I focus back on the street, allowing him to guide me. My mind swims with my boozed up thoughts. I’m not drunk, I’m tipsy. Just on the right side of toasted.

Anticipation warms my belly, as we step into the elevator in our hotel. Only to be crushed, when three other couples drunkenly enter the car, just before the doors close. Braxton pulls my back into his front, wrapping both of his arms possessively and protectively around me.

One of the girls stumbles in our direction, causing me to step back further into Braxton. He tightens his hold, when I flatten against him. His breath fans my neck, as my curves press into him.

Instantly, I can feel his arousal against my ass. I surprise myself, when instead of moving away, I press closer. Wanting to feel his heat, needing to reassure myself of my comfort with his closeness,—so intimate with my body.

“You’re killing me,” he groans into my ear. I move to step forward, but he tugs me back. “I didn’t say I wanted you to move.”

He nips my ear, sending a shiver through me. I close my eyes and try to remind myself that Braxton is now a grown man. These feelings I have for him, I can have them. It’s healthy to desire a man at my age.

Yeah, a man your age, my mind hisses at me.

I’m grateful when we reach our floor. Braxton shields my body with his pressed to my back, as we shove through the drunken group. I notice they haven’t pressed a floor. I don’t think a single one of them is sober enough to know where they’re going.

I giggle to myself, shaking my head. I’ve probably consumed twice what they have and I’m still proper on my feet. Braxton has had just as much and he’s stepping light as a feather.

We push into our room, Braxton still holding me tightly to him. He walks us over to the bar, only then releasing me, as he puts away our dessert and pours us another drink. I ignore the glass he places before me, while I watch him toss his back.

“Are we going back out to hit the clubs or do you want to hit the blackjack tables?” I chime.

“Neither,” he says, rounding the bar. He heads for the remote on the coffee table in the common area. “We’re going to stay here and dance.”

Music fills the room and I feel my heart swell. Truth be told, Braxton is the best dancer out of his brothers. I think it’s because he likes to show off. Another reason this means so much to me, when he asked if I want to just dance or dance with a crowd, he was thinking of me.

Braxton is willing to do so much for me. I frown at my own thoughts. This is just one night, I shouldn’t be analyzing it so much. When we leave here, we leave to go back to who the world knows us as.

“Get out of your head,” Braxton breathes in my ear, from behind. “Remember this song? You used to love it.”

“I used to play this on repeat for hours,” I reply.

Touch it, by Busta Rhymes, fills the room. I laugh, when Brax starts to rock his body behind me. I let my thoughts go, throwing my hands in the air, losing myself to the music. I feel like I’m back in my old room again. Letting it all go, while dancing by myself. I throw my head back, allowing the music and alcohol to course through me. Braxton keeps up with no problem. Something takes over me. I back into Brax and start to rock my hips against him.

He cages me in, with his arms on the sides of me. His hips in sync with mine. I tilt my head to look up at him, a breath whooshes from my lips. The way he’s watching my hips and the heated look in his eyes, makes my heart pound in my chest.

I bite my lip. I can see something caged inside Brax. The question is, do I want to unlock that? Am I ready to unlock the fire I see behind those golden eyes.

The song changes and I smile as the remix version of, My Chick Bad, by Ludacris, Diamond, Eva, and Trina booms through the room. It’s another of my favs. At this point, the room is supercharged with energy crackling all around us.

He places his palm on my belly, tugging me back into him. The way his body rocks and rolls into mine has me panting and sweating. Brax dips his face, letting his breath fan my lips. He’s driving me insane. All this teasing has me aching with need.

The song changes again, this time a slow song. Once again, the atmosphere changes. Braxton still hasn’t moved to make the connection of our lips. We begin to sway to the music. I grin, as my brain connects with the song. Teach Me, by Musiq Soulchild fills the suite through the overhead speakers.

His arms slide around me, tugging me closer still. My eyes flutter close, as the overwhelming feeling of peace and safety fill me. It’s not a simple sway, no, that wouldn’t be Braxton.

His hips guide mine in a sensual two-step sway, while we make small circles around the area we’ve made our dance floor. Braxton dips his head to kiss my bare shoulder. I chew on the inside corner of my mouth, not opening my eyes. I don’t want to break the moment.

When Braxton places his lips to my ear to sing to me, a shiver runs through my entire body. His hands slide up my sides, to the sides of my breasts. He takes the same path back down my curves, stopping at my hips.

“You fit me better than I ever dreamed,” he says softly.

I take a deep breath, before turning in his arms. My arms go around his neck, my eyes finally open. I feel like I should be scorched by the look in his eyes, but somehow, I remain standing in front of him.

“Promise me, this won’t be a mistake,” I say, while staring up at him.

“We were meant to be. We could never be a mistake,” he replies.

Before I can protest or give all the reasons in my head that this doesn’t make sense, Brax leans in, nipping my bottom lip. I gasp, but move closer to him. His lips hover just within reach of mine, but he doesn’t make another move.

The energy flowing between us, has the power to make my knees go weak. I find myself leaning into him. Brax tilts his head, finally fully capturing my lips. The groan that comes from his throat is suspiciously close to a whimper.

Only this sound is so husky and comes from so deep in him, my stomach flips. He flicks his tongue across my lips and I open my mouth to his invasion. I’m vaguely aware that the song has changed to The Point of it All, by Anthony Hamilton.

Braxton’s lips seem to dance over mine to the rhythm of the tune. As he deepens the kiss, the words of the ballad hit me in my heart. Braxton’s kisses say more than desire, they speak to something that shakes me to my core, something that has the power to change everything.

He cups my head, tilting my face back so he can get better access to my mouth. His teeth take my lower lip and tug. I moan, pushing my hands into his hair. Braxton nips my chin.

“You taste like my everything, my life, my girl,” he groans.

I open my hooded lids, not even remembering when I shut them again. Locking eyes with Braxton, I try to show him the words I’m unable to say. I step out of my heels and kick them aside.

Brax shrugs out of his sport jacket and tosses it. His hands are cupping my face once again, taking my lips once more. His kisses blow me away. I can feel a tingling from my belly all the way down to my toes.

The mix of Whiskey and the sweet sauces from dinner flavor his tongue. I attack his mouth as if starved and trying to savor our meal all over again. Brax’s hands slides slowly down to my ass.

I can tell he’s being cautious with me. I’m not sure how I feel about that. I think I’m too tipsy to process it at this particular moment. Instead, when he gives a gentle squeeze of my globes, I reach to bunch my dress in my hands. Brax is there to tug the fabric right up over my butt, my flesh bouncing free.

“Fuck,” Braxton mutters. “I knew once I got my hands on you it would be over. Come here.”

I don’t get a chance to process his words. He lifts me from my feet, coaxing my legs around his waist. I reach to push his hair from his face with one hand, cupping the back of his neck with the other.

Our lips collide again. I can’t get enough of kissing him. Our tongues dance and our breath mingles. It feels like we’re about to become one. Maybe that’s exactly what we’re about to do. I’m too lost to fight this attraction anymore. I go with the flow.

Braxton’s heavy boots tell my ears that he’s moving us. A voice in the back of my head tells me we’ve entered the master bedroom. The cool satin of the bedspread, tells my skin that Braxton has placed me down on the king-sized bed in the room he chose earlier.

I brace myself for his touch or the weight of his body to send me into a tailspin. It never happens. Instead, I feel cherished, as he holds himself just over me. Brax looks down at my face, a few emotions flickering across his eyes. Nerves, admiration, awe, they’re just of few of the ones I catch.

“I’ve never made love to anyone before. I’ve saved that for you. I won’t rush, if you need me to stop, I will,” Braxton says sincerely.

“Okay,” I nod.

He reaches an arm beneath me, slowly, pulling my zipper down. His eyes never leave my face. My chest heaves in anticipation. Once my zipper meets it’s stop, Braxton leans to kiss my nose. Gently, he peels the dress from my body, revealing the baby blue lace, strapless bra. I bought the matching set earlier to go with the dress.

I help to wiggle the rest of the way out of the dress, then Braxton peels it down my legs. He lifts from the bed and looks at me spread out before him. Insecurity and doubt start to creep in. I cover my chest with my arms. Brax frowns, looking up into my eyes.

“You can never hide from me,” he rasps. “I will always see your beauty.”

I bite my lip and wince. “I think I would feel better if you evened the playing field.”

His lips curl into a smile. “Already intended to,” he says, kicking off his boots and tugging his t-shirt over his head.

When his bare chest comes into view, my heart starts to race. Braxton is perfection. His skin looks so smooth. On his right side, he has a tat running up his ribs in a fancy script. His jeans are hanging low, revealing a deep V, that has my mouthwatering.

To know that Braxton works out is one thing, but seeing with my own eyes the full force of those workouts is a totally different thing. I’m hypnotized by him, I feel like I’m caught in the cross hairs of a snake charmer. The way his muscles play and ripple, as he removes his pants, it’s poetry in motion.

His pants fall to the floor along with his boxers and my mouth falls off its hinges. His penis is standing fully erect. Braxton is thick, my eyes grow as he seems to grow a bit more.

Yup, he’s not fully erect after all. Shit. He wraps his long fingers around the base of his shaft. Something catches my attention with the move. I tilt my head to the side, then lean over to my right, tilting my head a little more. My brows wrinkle.

“No way,” I whisper. “The fuck, Brax?”

I cross my legs and fold my arms around them. There’s a small part of me that’s already terrified, I’m just keeping that part of me at bay. Yet, with this new revelation, I think I may be sobering up a bit.

He throws his head back and laughs. “I figured that would be your reaction,” he shrugs. “Wyatt did it so I said what the fuck. It’s sort of new, but it’s healed. I can take them out if it’s something you don’t think you’ll like.”

“Dude, it will close up. How long have you had it? Are you sure you’re healed?” I reply, concern lacing my words.

Braxton moves to climb on the bed, sitting beside me. His thumb traces my cheekbone. His eyes look deeply into mine.

“I love that you’re more concerned about me,” he pecks my lips. “It’s been a bit over the six week healing period. I’m good. If you don’t like it, I’ll let them close. It’s your choice.”

I reach to cup his face. “You don’t have to remove them for me,” I say shyly. “You’re supposed to wear a condom while you heal though. Do you have any?”

Brax’s brows wrinkle and his eyes cloud over. “Wait, how do you know this?”

I look pointedly at my arm and shoulder. “I just might have spent a lot of time in a tattoo parlor. You’d be surprised the things you learn and overhear,” I chuckle.

Braxton’s face seems to relax, as he nods his head in understanding. I laugh a little harder. He cups my cheek, drawing me into a kiss.

“I love your laugh,” he says against my lips, before kissing me deeply.

He leans into me slowly, causing me to fall back against the bed. His piercings are forgotten, when his lips travel from mine, making a slow trip down my neck to the tops of my breasts.

“My Heather,” he murmurs, giving a gentle tug of the cup of my bra.

My breast pops free, my nipple already pebbled. Brax dips his head and circles the peak with his tongue. My back arches off the bed, the warm wet feeling so overwhelming. His touch has me on fire. His long fingers dance up the side of my torso.

“Brax,” I gasp out.

I shiver beneath him, needing so much more, but not sure what. Brax seems to know, he’s just taking his time giving it to me. I lock my fingers in his hair, holding him to me.

Moving against my hold, he lowers himself down my body. Brax takes my panties in between his teeth, peeling them down my body. It’s the hottest thing I’ve ever seen.

His heated gaze remains on me, as he pulls the fabric over my ankles and off of my feet. He moves back up my body, as if he is stalking his prey. His shoulders move and roll so fluidly, I feel like I’m watching a graceful panther.

Brax stops at my center, his eyes seeming to ask for permission. I squirm a little, but when I see the way his eyes soften, I start to breathe easier. I give a slight nod, handing myself over to him.

“Thank you, Baby,” he says softly.

He’s deliberate about his slow movements to settle between my legs. Scooping my legs over his shoulders, he then hovers inches away from my core. I can feel his breath fanning against my bare skin.

“Breathe, Heather,” he coaches.

I hadn’t noticed I’d been holding my breath. When I let out a long exhale, Brax kisses the top of my mound. I close my eyes tightly, grateful for my secret vanity. I’m still very much a girly girl on the inside. I happen to keep up with trends.

I would be so embarrassed right now, if I hadn’t taken care of down there. I may not want visitors to my secret place, but I do keep it neat and presentable. Braxton’s hum that vibrates through my core, tells me he appreciates the effort as well. I cry out when his warm mouth sucks on my soft petals.

“Brax, please, you’re driving me crazy. I’m not going to shatter,” I say in frustrated need.

I can feel his restraint. My need for him is out weighing the need for him to be so cautious with me. Braxton growls, before he gives me exactly what I’m asking for.

I should’ve kept my mouth shut. Braxton devours my center like his favorite dessert. I try to twist and turn away from him, but he’s not having it. His hands wrap my thighs, holding me in place ever so gently, but still firmly.

My cries fill the room, as I experience mind numbing pleasure I’ve never known before. Brax doesn’t stop with the crash of my orgasm. Nope, he intends to kill me. He pushes his face in deeper, drinking from me like he’s found another bottle of Whiskey.

My heart pounds, my chest heaving, I have such a tight grip on the sheets beside me. I feel like I may start to levitate at any moment. I think my mental, emotional, and physical beings are about to splinter.

“Braxton, please,” I whine. I don’t think I can take anymore.

* * *

Braxton

I don’t want to rush this, I want to savor her as much as I can. I want this night to last forever. The look in her eyes, I see it. Heather may not know it yet, but she loves me.

I place my hand on her trembling belly, as she comes down from her second orgasm. Her pleas haven’t gone unheard. I just want her soak and wet, when I slide inside her.

I lift to my knees and look down at a glowing Heather. She’s so fucking gorgeous. I can feel the pre-cum dripping out just from the sight of her.

I’m not going to be able to wait much longer. I need to feel her wrapped around me. I move quickly to get the foil packets out of my duffle bag.

Heather has an arm over her face. When I climb back on the bed, her chest is heaving and her legs are trembling. I grin, knowing I’m the one that did that to her. Her body is perfection, full, curvy, and the color of my sweet cinnamon chocolate covered fantasies.

I reach to pluck her arm from her face, when I settle back between her legs. I take her lips, allowing her to taste herself on my tongue. Her groan into my mouth turns me on. Even she knows she taste fucking amazing.

Heather’s hips start to rock up against me. I try not to place my weight on her, but the moment her hands dig into my back, drawing me to her, I lower a little more. I groan, breaking the kiss, because I need to get this condom on.

“I need you now,” she pleas.

“I know, Baby,” I rasp.

I open the foil packet in my hand, making careful, but quick work of rolling the condom on. It feels weird, having the snug fit over my piercings. I curse myself for getting that shit done.

What I would give right now to be inside Heather bare. I push those thoughts aside, that day will come. For now, I just need to be inside her.

I lean in and kiss her thoroughly. “Are you sure about this?” I ask to give her the choice.

“Braxton, seriously?” she whimpers.

I chuckle, kissing her temple. Placing an arm by her head, I reach between us to guide my way to her entrance. I’m not going to rush. I’m not a small guy and the piercing may add to her discomfort.

I hold my breath, as I slide in just the tip. My eyes nearly pop out of my head. I’m not even a quarter of the way in and she feels fucking incredible.

“Oh, my God,” I growl, pushing in a little further.

She’s tight, but there’s no resistance. I rock slowly pushing in further. When I can’t handle the agony of this slow torture any longer, I push into the halt.

“Braxton,” she moans, her fingers digging into my flesh.

I still. “Are you okay?” I ask, looking down at her face.

“Yes,” she says in a whisper, nodding.

Her hips flex against me, coaxing me to continue. I dip to take her lips, kissing her soft pillows until my head feels woozy. Looking into her trusting eyes, I reach down for her right leg, coaxing it around my waist.

Heather takes the hint, wrapping her long limbs around my back and locking her ankles together. I start to move and we both groan. I don’t take my eyes off of hers. I feel in my heart we both need the connection. I need to know Heather is here with me. It’s important that she knows I’m here for her. This can’t just be about me.

“Fuck, Baby,” I groan, when I start to slide through her tight walls with more ease.

She’s soaked, her body is yielding to me, while demanding a tight hold on me at the same time. I inhale,—calling on my focus, it’s all I can do not to come. Even still, as I keep a steady pace, I feel my spine tingle and her pussy spasm around me. Her back arches off the bed, pushing her full breasts into my chest.

“Braxton,” she whimpers. “You said we were going to be us. This isn’t you. I’m not going to break. Don’t hold back from me.”

This isn’t me. She’s just proving once again how well we know each other. I’ve never been inside her before, but she knows me well enough to know I’m holding back. I grit my teeth, cupping her face to take her lips again. I kiss her breathless, before I break the kiss and dive in it like I’ve wanted to since I first slid in. I won’t make her beg.

I’ve waited too long for this moment. I work her pussy over with the force of my entire body. Rolling my hips, digging my back into it. My toes dig into the mattress, giving me the leverage I need. I reach between us to work her clit, even as I my cock grazing it over and over.

Her pussy coats my length with her sweetness and my head starts to swim. I’ve never been inside a pussy that felt this good. The way her hips rise to meet mine takes it all to another level. Heather has raw passion in her eyes as she looks back at me. Her breath pants past those lush lips, her fingers claim purchase into my skin.

Mid-stride it hits me that I’m inside of Heather. This isn’t a dream, I’m not going to wake up with wet boxers and an empty bed. My dreams have become a reality.

I can taste her on my lips and tongue. I can smell her sweet scent filling my nostrils with each breath I inhale. I can feel her soft skin rubbing against mine. I can see her passion and desire for me in her eyes that are looking right back at me.

I commit it all to memory. I will play this night over in my head a million times. The night Heather gave me something more precious than anything,—her trust.

“Ah…yes, come for me again,” I growl, when I feel her tighten and gush all over me.

“Braxton,” my name fills the room like a prayer.

Heather cries out, knocking the wind out of me. It’s not that I doubt my skills. It’s just the beauty of watching Heather climax because of me, brings me infinite pleasure and fills me with so much awe.

I push through her orgasm. I’m right there myself, my spine tingling, my toes curling. When I feel her ripple around me, her orgasm stretching out into another, I lose the loose hold I have on my restraint. I fill the condom, groaning her name.

“Heather, fuck, Baby,” I breathe.

I wouldn’t be me if this were the end of it. I pull out and kiss my way down her body, from her neck, over her gorgeous breasts, and down to her waiting honey. I caress her folds with my tongue, savoring her essence.

“Brax, I can’t,” she moans softly, trying to close her legs.

“You don’t have to. Just relax and let me,” I murmur back, before committing myself to her ultimate pleasure for the next half hour.