Braxton

 

Would I like to come in? Hell yeah I would. I’d like to come in and never leave, but I’m not sure that she’s ready for that quite yet. Some alone time with Cara though, has all kinds of racy thoughts in my head. I wonder if she’d like to do a little making out while we’re all alone for the evening? As those thoughts enter my head, she opens the door and suddenly I’m as nervous as a teenage boy seeing a boob for the first time. Those are the kind of feelings that let me know this is real, this isn’t some infatuation that will leave once the sun rises in the morning. Now, I need to climb over those walls and tear them down from the inside out that she’s built around herself. I understand why she’s built them up, but I don’t want them anywhere around when I’m with her. We walk in and she shuts the door behind us, she sets down her keys and purse on a table in the entryway, she leads me to the couch and sits down so I sit next to her.

“I don’t have any beer stocked in the fridge, but I do have bottled water and some lemonade made. Would you like anything to drink?”

“Just some water would be good, sweetheart,” I tell her. Watching her walk away, I can’t help but admire the view in front of me. She is so beautiful, a goddess in her own right. My dick grows hard in my pants, not for the first time tonight. My poor appendage is going to fall off if we keep it up at this rate. I watch as she bends in the fridge and grabs a couple of bottles of water, I am mesmerized by her body. Each graceful movement, every blushing glance—it all has me wanting her. Under me. Over me. Beside me. Something that needs to happen sooner rather than later. I know that it may be too soon for this, but I need her—I need to show her physically and emotionally what she has come to mean to me.

I know a lot of people would condemn me for moving so quickly, but there is something between us that is immovable, it’s solid. I’m ready for the day that I can make this delectable woman my old lady—my wife. I want to see her round with with my children. I want her standing next to me, I want to have nightly conversations about our day each night as we lay in bed wound in each other’s arms. I want to be a father-figure for Luca, I want to be the man he looks up to and comes to when he has troubles. I want them to trust me, to know that I will always have their backs, and never let them down. They will never need or want for anything as long as I’m around.

“What has you lost in thought over here?” Cara asks me. So I tell her, I tell her everything that was just running through my mind. I look at her the entire time I’m relaying this information and watch as tears run down her cheeks, I know that they’re happy tears because she has that smile on her face—the one that lights up the room as you walk in. She sets the waters down on the coffee table and bends over me. I pull her into my lap where she initiates the first kiss, a kiss that means everything to me. A kiss that tells me she’s as into this relationship as I am, one that is the beginning of the rest of my life. A new beginning, a brighter future than one I’d ever planned on. “And you don’t think we’re moving too fast?” she asks once we break apart, breathless.

Caressing her back, I reply, “Not at all. Life’s too damn short, sweetheart, and neither of us are teenagers who don’t know how it works. We’ve both been hurt and we know what we do and don’t want. What I need to know is are you with me? Are you ready to begin the rest of our lives, together? I want this, I want us—forever.”

“I’m willing to give this a try, as long as you’re aware that if we do this, it’s only you for me and me for you.”

“There is no trying, sweetheart, when we do this, and we will, there is no turning back. You’ll be mine forever, you and Luca both.”

“It means everything to me that you want my son too, Braxton, and I’m letting you know that the same applies with me. I want you, Lily and Nan.”

“Family sweetheart, we’ll be a family until each one of us take our last breath.”

“That sounds amazing...can we start now?”

“You want me, baby? Do you need me as much as I need you?” Her breathless yes is all I need to hear. I take her by the hand and lead her to her room. Closing and locking the door, I’m grateful that Mom took Lily, Luca and Ralynn overnight so we won’t have little ones interrupting. Hell, at this point, I’m glad that Hatch and DJ are staying at the clubhouse! Turning her, I cup her face as I pull her closer, capturing her lips with mine. Long moments pass as I take ownership of her mouth and hearing her moans has me pulling back with a groan of my own.

“Caraleigh, I hope you’re ready for what all this means,” I murmur as I slowly start undressing her. “Once we do this, there’s never going to be a night that you’ll be alone as long as I draw breath.” Once she’s undressed, I lay her down on the bed and gaze at the absolute beauty before me. Face tinged pink, I see my shy woman trying to cover up.

“No, don’t cover yourself,” I tell her. “This...all of this is mine and I want to see you.”

“Braxton, really? I... I mean, look at me! I’ve got stretch marks, a pooch, and my breasts are starting to sag!”

As my eyes trace down her body, I follow with my hands and lips, stopping at each of the areas she has mentioned. Cupping both breasts, I start nuzzling and licking them while my fingers lightly graze over the nipples until they are taut and begging to be sucked. “These right here? They’ve nourished a child, Cara, and they are perfect,” I whisper before taking a nipple into my mouth. After laving one with my tongue and lips, I switch sides while continuing to manipulate the other with my hand.

Stroking the ‘stretch marks’ that are little more than silvery lines where she once carried Luca and will, someday, carry our children, I lean down and trace each one with my tongue. “And these right here? Are beautiful to me because they show where your delectable body stretched to carry him.” She’s now writhing a little on the bed and I smile. “They’re nothing but roadmaps that show how strong you are for bringing life into this world.”

With my face buried in her lower abdomen where, God willing, she’ll nurture our future children, I murmur as I lightly nip the skin, “What you see as imperfections is what I see as a place of wonder and joy. I look forward to seeing this stretch when you carry our future sons or daughters.”

I can tell she’s now out of her negative headspace so I let my fingers and hands do the walking as I spread her thighs, settling my shoulders in between. As I inhale her scent, I hear her whisper, “Braxton,” as she slightly twists her hips, begging silently for my mouth to bring her pleasure.

“Beautiful, my gorgeous minx, absolutely breathtaking,” I utter before my tongue stretches out and I taste her for the first time. Her taste is addicting, I want to stay here, where I am now, and enjoy the flavors bursting on my tongue.

“Braxton! No...no, we...I mean, you can’t do that,” she exclaims as she tries-and fails-to close her thighs.

Lifting my head, I look at her and say, “Why?”

“Because I... that...no one has ever done that to me!”

What kind of fucking douchebag was her dickhead husband? Realizing that we need to have a conversation before I get where I want to be, I sit back and pull her toward me. Without another word, I scoop her up and sit in the recliner she has in the corner. Once I have her situated on my lap, I turn her head so we are looking at one another.

“What are you doing?” she asks.

“We need to have a conversation and I’ll be damned if his ghost will be between us in our bed,” I growl out. “Caraleigh, based on all your reactions, I gotta ask, when was the last time you were intimate with him?”

I can feel her shudder before she sighs. “Really? We’re talking about this? Now?”

“Yup. So start talking. I want it all, baby, and then? We’re making new memories. Ones that will last for all eternity. What did you mean no one has ever gone down on you?”

I watch the blush creep up her face as she closes her eyes and gets her thoughts together. When she starts talking, my mind goes white-hot with rage and I have to work to keep from stiffening up. This beautiful woman will never feel like she can’t talk to me. About anything.

“Graham was my first and only lover. I know I’ve told you things weren’t good for a long time before he passed, and I’m the reason.”

How in the ever-loving-fuck is that possible? “What do you mean, you were the reason?”

“I... I’m frigid,” she whispers.

I can’t help it, I start laughing. “Baby, you’re so far from frigid it’s not funny, but that still doesn’t explain what you’re trying to tell me.” I know she isn’t frigid, I know this because of the way her body reacts to me when I touch her. Her body lights up, and I can feel the fire that’s inside of her.

She huffs out a breath in frustration, which has me smiling because I know her sass is in there somewhere, before she continues. “I tried to like it but he never took any time with me and I was so inexperienced, I didn’t know how to make things better. I mean, I read a lot and all the books I read, the women love it, but me? It wasn’t much to write home about, y’know? But to answer your question, I... I haven’t had sex since Luca was born.”

“How in the hell is that possible?” What man could have this woman as his own and go years without touching her? There is no way I could go hours—days, let alone years, without feeling her writhe under my fingers and my body. Hell, I’m already bemoaning the times when she’s got her period for fuck’s sake!

“The day I went into labor, he had been out with some work buddies celebrating something or other. I didn’t go because it was too far away and I wasn’t feeling well. I fell asleep waiting for him to get home and when he finally stumbled in, he was three sheets to the wind. He decided he wanted to ‘exercise his husbandly rights’ and after it was all over, he passed out. I got up to clean myself up and saw I was bleeding. When I couldn’t wake him up, I called my brother who took me to the hospital—where I had Luca eight hours later.”

My mind is blank. It sounds like she is saying that he pretty much forced himself on her. “He raped you?” I’m horrified and want to dig his cold body from the ground and beat the living shit out of him!

“It wasn’t rape, we were married,” she tells me.

“Honey, were you interested? Did you say no?”

“No, I didn’t want to have sex,” she whispers, her voice so low I barely understand her. “It had been a hard pregnancy and I had been sick that day, so the last thing I wanted was that.”

“Then it was rape. Did what he do cause you to go into labor?” I ask. Dammit, the bastard’s dead already but my brain is in a consistent loop of ‘he must die’...what has this woman done to me? I’ve never needed to feel blood on my hands like I do at this moment.

She nods. “Luca was two months early,” she finally whispers.

Deep breaths. In and out. Again and again until I can feel myself calming. Cuddling her closer, I say, “Cara, I want to say this only once, okay? Your dead husband was a douchebag, plain and simple. If you were inexperienced, it was his job as your man to make sure you were comfortable with what was happening and if one position didn’t work, keep trying until you were satisfied. The fact that he did that to you without your consent, married or not, was rape plain and simple and I’m sorry you endured that but you will never ever have to worry about that with us. I adore you and this part of our lives will be the best that we can make it. Together. D’you get me, sweetheart?”

She turns to look at me instead of over my shoulder and nods. “I... I really don’t know what to do, Braxton, and that makes me nervous. What if I’m not good at it? What if I don’t satisfy you? I can’t handle losing you from my life. Not now that I finally feel happy for the first time in a long time. You’ve come to mean more to me than my next intake of breath.”

Alright, conversation’s over. I stand, lifting her in my arms and carry her back over to the bed, gently laying her down before I strip out of my own clothes. Climbing in next to her, I curl her so we are face-to-face and say, “As far as before me—us, that was then and this is now. I have absolutely no doubt that we will burn with each other’s touch, y’hear? And I’m quite confident that we’ll both be satisfied. Now, kiss me,” I demand, needing to feel her lips upon mine.

She leans forward to kiss me and I can tell when she realizes that I’m hard because her face once again turns pink. Taking her hand, I move it to my dick and hear her little gasp of breath before she takes hold. Compared to mine, her hand looks so small, but the way she’s gripping me has me moaning as I deepen the kiss, threading my fingers through her hair to pull her closer.

“Like your hand on me, my Cara,” I whisper. “Like it a helluva lot.”

“You...you’re so big, Braxton, I don’t think it’s going to fit.”

Genuine mirth at her statement has me laughing out loud. “Ah, my sweet innocent Cara, I’m going to fit. I have no doubt we were made for each other.”

“I’m not innocent, Braxton, I’ve had a child!”

Running my nose alongside hers, I say, “When it comes to this, you are, sweetheart.” And I can’t wait to show her—to teach her all the ways we will work, and fit together.

“Oh.”

“Yeah, ‘oh’.” Deciding that I’m tired of talking when we should be doing other things, I begin kissing her neck while my hand roams down to her breast where I squeeze and manipulate it before lowering my head and taking the nipple into my mouth. As I continue my assault, she starts moving restlessly. You ain’t seen nothing yet, babe. I had a small taste of her and plan to go back.

Moving down the bed, I spread her legs and look, seeing the evidence of her desire glistening between the folds of the prettiest pussy I’ve ever seen. Leaning closer, I take her clit into my mouth and use my lips and tongue to increase her passion. The second taste was as good as the first and I give in to it, settling my shoulders so that her legs now rest down my back. Glancing up, I see her head thrown back and her hands clutching at the sheets as she moves restlessly.

“Oh my God, Braxton, it feels so...oh shit—so good,” she whimpers. It isn’t often that I’ve heard a curse word leave her luscious mouth, knowing that I have this affect on her drives me to hear more.

“Gonna make you come so hard for me, beautiful, want you coming on my tongue and fingers,” I say before diving back in as if I’m the fat kid at the buffet. Easing a single finger inside, I can feel how hot and tight she is, and I want to groan out loud at how it’s going to feel once I have my dick sheathed in the warmth and tight—ness of her pussy. Lightly stroking her clit with my thumb, I ease a second finger inside, all while continuing my ministrations with my lips and tongue. Her taste is fucking addictive and I vow that I will never—ever give this up.

I feel her body tensing and I can sense how close she is. “Give it to me, Cara, I want it. No keeping it buried inside, sweetheart, don’t ever hold yourself back from me. I need to feel youhear you. Scream out your release, call out my name when you come.”

With a muffled groan, her orgasm rolls through her and I continue lapping at her until her shudders slow. She screams out my name as I requested and I feel like I’ve defeated the reigning heavyweight champion. And all his cohorts. Knowing she’s overly sensitized, I give her clit one last lick before I move over her body, dropping small sensual kisses along the way as I go. When I’m fully laying over the top of her with my dick nestled between her legs, I cup her face and say, “Gonna make you mine now, beautiful.”

“Mmmm,” she moans. “That was phenomenal.” As I slowly enter her, I see her eyes widen before she sighs a little and spreads her legs further. Holy fucking hell—she’s as tight as a vise and if I’m not careful, I’ll end up being a two-pump chump.

“So tight, so wet, so hot...so mine,” I whisper in her ear. Once I’m fully seated inside, I lean my forehead against hers and ask, “You good, Cara?”

“Braxton,” she breathes out, “I feel so...so full.”

Chuckling lightly, I begin moving—slowly. I’m willing to bet that my woman has never come before with anyone, other than herself—and now? Now I want her coming on my dick. “Caraleigh, want you to come on my dick,” I tell her, my hips picking up speed. I go from slow and sensual to a mad man needing to feel her squeeze me with her tightness.

“I... I don’t know if I can,” she whimpers. Based on how she just came on my tongue and fingers and the fact that I can feel her pussy beginning to tighten on my dick, I’m convinced my earlier assessment is correct—she never got off before. Well, that will never again be an issue for her.

As my pace increases, I reach down and lightly tap her leg, saying, “Wrap these long, luscious legs around me, Cara,” then nearly groan out loud when she does and I sink deeper inside of her delicious body. I know I’m not going to last much longer so I reach between us and pinch her clit then I start to lightly stroke her, hoping to help her reach her pleasure quicker.

“Braxton!” she screams as she comes undone in my arms, her pussy milking my dick so hard that it forces my orgasm out of me as well. Hearing her scream my name again pushes me to go deeper and quicken my pace even more.

Leaning in, I capture her lips in mine as I begin to slow my thrusts while she rides her orgasm out. Finally reaching nirvana myself, I am breathless, so I lean over and rest my forehead on hers. “You okay, sweetheart?”

Shining eyes look at me and she says, “I never knew it could be like this. Hell yes, I’m good. I’m fantastic even. When can we do that again?”

Laughter bursts forth and I look at her before nipping her earlobe. “Give me a few and we’ll be good to go, yeah?” I think I might have created a nympho and I couldn't be any prouder or happier. I can tell she’s going to keep me on my toes...and I can’t wait.