Chapter Seven - I needed that

Skyla

Brandon carries me to his bedroom, laying us down on the bed and only then do our lips part because we need to catch our breaths. He placed his hands on the bottom of his tee I had on, “Can I?” He questions, and I nod.

He removes It, tossing it aside, and I am exposed to him because I don’t have a bra on. Brandon groans, dipping down and attaching his lips to my neck, massaging my breasts with his hands, and circling his thumb on the nipples. I cry out, arching up from the bed as my entire body reacts. He trails his lips over my throat and down the valley of my breasts. My skin heating under his lips. Brandon latches his lips around my left nipple, sucking and tugging on it. A loud whimper escapes from my lips, and I feel the dampness between my thighs grow.

I tangle my fingers in his hair, and he moves to the other nipple, giving it the same attention. I swear if he continues, I will release without him even touching between my thighs. He moves down my body, kissing my ribs and stomach. I find myself watching his every move. He stops, looking up at me. There is a sexy smirk playing on his lips and darkness in his eyes. The way he is looking up at me is causing a throbbing between my thighs.

“I need a taste.” He licks his lips, hooking his boxers that cover me and glances up, waiting for permission again, “Please.” I breathe out.

He removes them in one swift move. I fight the urge to cover up, feeling vulnerable. I close my eyes, draw in my breath, and relax. Brandon pushes my legs apart, running his hand over my folds.

“Fuck,” I cry out in pleasure, “Mmm, easy, kitten, I am barely even touched you.” He chuckles.

“I can’t help it,” I giggle. Brandon holds my thighs in his hand, and his face disappears between my thighs. The second I feel his warm breath on my sensitive skin, my body shudders, and the throbbing intensifies.

He flicks his tongue over my clit, groaning as he does. Oh God that feels good. My back arches from the bed, and my head tilts back. Brandon runs his tongue over my folds and back up.

It has been a while since a man has touched me like this. My ex was the sort of guy that only cared about his pleasure. It wasn’t always that way.

Suddenly I feel Brandon slip a finger into me, followed by a second. I gasp, rolling my hips into them. He pushes them deeper into me, and in seconds he found my sweet spot.

“Fuck, yes. I am close.” I squeal my climax building quickly. Brandon works them into me with speed, his lips and tongue playing with my clit.

I grasp the bedding in my hands as my legs shake, and I pour for him hard, coating his fingers with my juices. He removes his fingers, replacing them with his tongue, drinking me up and riding me through my high. I have never come so quickly before. He only stops when my body stills, and he kisses his way back up, kneeling between my legs.

I opened my eyes, panting and between my legs were still tingling. He seductively licks his lips and pops his fingers into his mouth, sucking on them, moaning loudly as he does. I whimper, finding it rather sexy watching him enjoying my taste.

“Mmm, sweet, better than I imagined.” He smirks, “I have never come so quickly before.” I admit.
“Stick with me, kitten.” I find his confidence hot, and I believe him. If he can make me do that with his tongue and fingers, I can only imagine what he can do to me with other parts of his body.

I sit up, facing him, so we are only inches apart, “You have a talent, sir.” My words come out seductively without me meaning to.

“Sweetness, that was only a small taste of what I can do for you, too, you,” he rasps, his lips moving closer to mine and finally closing the space.

I happily kiss back and climb into his lap, running my fingers down his chest and stomach. I pull back from his lips, slipping my hand between us and into his boxers, “Can I fix that for you?” I purr, stroking his excitement.

“Fuck,” is all he managed to reply with, “I will take that as a yes.” I remove my hand from his joggers and push him onto his back, towering over him. Where is this confidence coming from in me?

I attach my lips to his neck, sucking on the skin. He hisses, grabbing my ass. I kiss over his chest. His skin tastes sweet on my tongue. I continue downwards, biting every now and then, leaving small hickeys.

Brandon is breathing heavily, every muscle tensing under my touch. I take his joggers in my hands, looking up at him for permission in the same way he did me, “I am yours to do as you please, too, kitten.”

I don’t waste another second and remove them. My eyes went wide when I saw the size of his cock. It is above average, for sure. I swallow hard, licking my lips while simultaneously wondering if I could even fit it in my mouth and if it would fit inside of me.

“You alright, angel?” he chuckles, “Mmm, yes. Christ, your big.” I blurt out.

Brandon laughs, “Take your time and don’t worry if the time comes when you want to fuck I will take my time.” I guess he is used to reactions like this.

I nod, running my tongue along my lips to wet them again before leaning down. I roll my tongue over the tip of his cock, and he groans. I inch him teasingly into my mouth. His hips jerk, and his fingers fall into my hair. I take him further into my mouth, but I can’t fit it all in.

I gag slightly as the tip hits the back of my throat, but I adjust after a moment and begin to work him.

“Fuck, that feels good, Skyla.” He pants, his hold on my hair tightening. I moan against him, and he shudders below me.

I pick up speed, running my hands all over his body. I smirk. The way he is responding to me pleasuring him makes me feel good too. I divert my eyes up, watching him. His eyes are closed, his lips are opened, and his chest is heaving. I get back to concentrating on what I am doing.

“Fuck, yes, I am close, baby, so if you don’t want to swallow, you should probably pull back.” His words are strained.

I didn’t plan on removing him from my mouth. I groan against him as my answer and continue. He starts to shake, his cock twitching in my mouth. He lets go of my hair, fisting the sheets. He grunts out my name, releasing, and I take it all, drinking every last drop and taking him through his high before I remove him.

I kiss up his body, towering over him again, and he opens his eyes to look at me, “Damn, baby, your mouth is incredible.” He pants out.

I lick my lips, winking at him and lay next to him. He brings me to him, and I rest my head on his chest. We lay in silence until he caught his breath.

“I needed that, more than I realised,” he says, stroking my hair, “Me too! And we will have sex, eventually, and something tells me it is going to be amazing.” I say confidently.

“It will be, but only when you are ready,” he replies, kissing the top of my head.

I don’t think I will be able to hold back having sex with him for too long.