Chapter Thirty-Four

He lifts my tank top over my head and throws it on the floor. Then he unhooks my bra and discards it as my breasts fall against my chest. He cups them, kneads them, and then he buries his nose between them, kissing them and thumbing my nipples.

I’m still high from his sexy monologue. I want to return the sentiment, but I’m currently incapable of speech. Every cell inside my body is humming, ready to be expertly strummed by Braden’s deft fingers and tongue.

He nibbles the tops of my breasts and then finally takes a nipple between his lips and sucks.

I inhale sharply. I’m so ripe. One touch to my clit and I know I’ll implode on the spot.

“So beautiful,” he says against my flesh.

“Braden, please…”

“Please what, baby?”

“I…I want to come.”

“You will.” He bites a nipple.

“Oh!” It’s both painful and pleasurable.

“You like that?” he says.

“Yes. God, yes.”

“Good. I could suck and bite your tits all day.” He nibbles on my other nipple and then raises his head again. “On the other hand, that paradise between your legs is even more beautiful.” He slides down my body, grasping my sweats, and glides them over my hips and legs.

Now we’re both naked.

Perfect.

He spreads my legs. “God, yes. So beautiful.”

I’ve never thought of that part of me as beautiful. Certainly not ugly, either. I honestly never gave its aesthetic value any thought at all. But I see the appreciative gaze in Braden’s blue eyes. He truly does think it’s beautiful—that I’m beautiful.

“I’m going to make you come, Skye,” he says, his voice low and husky. “I’m going to make you come so many times that you’ll be begging me to stop.”

“No,” I say, “I’ll never beg you to stop.”

“You will.” He strokes his tongue over my clit.

I quiver beneath him. Already I’m close to climax. He tugs on my flesh and then closes his lips over my clit. Sensation skyrockets through me. Braden knows which buttons to push, and he’s pushing them hard.

“You taste so good, baby,” he says, lapping at me like I’m rich cream. “I’ll never get enough. But this isn’t about me.” He glides a finger into my pussy.

And I shatter into millions of pieces—fragments of peace, of joy, of euphoria.

I close my eyes and revel in the tornado lifting me onto a soft cloud of desire and passion.

Braden’s voice floats in the air—that deep timbre that slides over me and drives me wild. Words hover outside my grasp. He adds another finger, urging me on and then sucking on my clit. I climb the peak again and yet again.

Two orgasms and then three.

I’m exploding and relishing it. My clit becomes so sensitive, it almost hurts, but no, I won’t beg him to stop.

I’ll never beg him to stop.

I’m a woman who only recently experienced a climax, and I may go into double digits tonight alone.

His words form in the air and drift to my ears.

Tell me to stop, Skye. Tell me it’s too much. Too much… Too much…

A soft chuckle.

You are obstinate. Fuck. I have to be inside you.

Then he’s in me, his cock invading me with its granite heat. My pussy walls are still spasming, and the fullness completes me as he fucks me hard and quick, grinding over my clit so the climaxes continue.

“Braden!” I cry out.

“That’s it, baby. Keep coming. Keep coming. You’re so hot. That’s it. That’s it. Fuck!”

He pushes into me, so deep I can almost feel him in my soul.

I’m still spasming as he releases, and we come in tandem. Perspiration glistens on his forehead.

He stays on top of me, our bodies still joined, for a few timeless moments.

And for those few moments, I feel an utter completeness that is foreign to me.

Too soon, he withdraws and rolls onto his back. I snuggle against his shoulder and kiss his salty flesh.

“That was amazing,” I say.

He doesn’t look at me. “You didn’t beg.”

“No, I didn’t.”

“Any other woman would have begged me to stop. I know a woman’s body. I know that many orgasms are a toll, pleasure morphing to almost pain.”

He’s not wrong.

“But you didn’t beg me to stop. I’ll say it again. You’re my Everest, Skye.”

I giggle. “I think you’ve already climbed me.”

He opens his eyes and props his head in his hand to meet my gaze. “This isn’t funny.”

“I didn’t say it was.”

“You laughed.”

“I was making a joke. About climbing on top of me?” I force a smile. How can he be upset about something so trivial?

“I get what I want, Skye. Always. No matter how long it takes.”

I swallow.

“You gave in to me once. I want it again.”

My body is so sated and relaxed, but still a tingle rushes toward my core. “And in return?”

“You get me. You’re Braden Black’s girlfriend.”

I bite my lower lip. I can’t deny my desire to be his girlfriend and his lover. I also can’t deny how giving up my control in his penthouse that night resulted in the most exciting sensations I ever experienced.

“I think I’m already Braden Black’s girlfriend,” I say. “Instagram doesn’t lie, after all.”

I expect him to say something snide. Instead—

“All right. What else do you want?”

I answer quickly. “To be the only one. If you become interested in someone else, you have to tell me, and that will be the end. And I don’t want you to use condoms with me.”

He stays quiet for a few seconds that seem like hours.

Then—

“Done.”

Braden falls asleep a few minutes later, and I lie in his arms, my body still ultimately relaxed but my brain working overtime.

I lost a golden opportunity. Why did I ask to be the only one? He already said he couldn’t think of anyone but me and that I made him go wild. When he asked what I wanted in return, I could have said so many other things.

I want to know why you always use condoms even when there’s no reason to.

I want to know about your mother.

I want to know the truth about you and Addison.

I kiss his shoulder and then his neck. I trail my fingers through the scattered black hair on his chest and then travel downward, over his sculpted abs to his nest of perfectly manscaped black curls. His cock lays flaccid. I touch the smooth flesh and let it rest beneath my fingers.

I kiss his shoulder again and release his dick.

“You are my Everest, Braden,” I whisper. “I will figure you out.”