Page 72 of Smitty

The feeling of his breath on my neck.

The way he'd always been able to unravel me with nothing more than a touch. It was time I faced the truth that I’d been running from for years. A part of me never stopped being Brayden’s, and that part of me had been waiting, without me even realizing it, for this exact moment.

He dropped his jeans and boxers to the floor, kicking them off along with his boots. I watched with anticipation as he rolled the condom on and eased back on top of me. He settled back between my legs, then slipped his hands under me and pulled me toward him.

I held my breath as I waited for him to lower his mouth to mine. Just before his lips touched mine, he paused. His dark eyes fell on me, searching for some kind of confirmation that this was what I truly wanted.

I understood his hesitation.

This was a lot.

On the one hand, my chest felt like a weight had been lifted. But on the other hand, I feared that too much time had passed, and we would never be able to get back to where we were. It was scary, but for him, I was willing to take the chance.

I gave him a soft smile, and that was all it took for him to crash his mouth against mine. The second our lips touched, I became consumed with emotion. I didn’t question it. I didn’t let my worries about tomorrow come between us. I wanted this. I wanted him.

He lowered his mouth to mine as his rough hands slid across my skin, sending goosebumps in their wake. I could feel his passion pouring into me as he deepened the kiss. His fingertips twisted into my hair as he raked his teeth across my bottom lip, nipping me lightly.

And just like that, I was hit with a whirlwind of heat and desire, and I had to hold on to him to keep myself from becoming lost in a lustful haze.

God, how I’d missed this. I’d missed him and the feeling of being in his arms. It was everything I’d imagined it would be and more. The more turned on I became, the more I imagined all the wicked things he could do to me.

His greedy hands on my body.

His lips on my neck.

His scent on my skin.

I couldn’t get enough.

A wanton groan slipped through my lips as I inched closer, pressing my body against his. I’d never felt so consumed with need. He slid the head of his cock up and down, raking against me before he drove into me with one sudden, forceful thrust. I let out a soft whimper, and he immediately dropped his mouth to my ear. “Say my name.”

“Brayden.”

“Louder.”

“Brayden… Brayden… Brayden.”

“That’s right. I want you to remember who’s fucking you.”

He started to move, slow and deep, and God help me, I loved every second of it. This wasn’t just making love. This was rough and full of all the passion we’d kept locked up for all these years, rushing out all at once. With every forceful thrust of his hips, he reclaimed me, tarnishing me in a way that left no room for anyone else.

His broad, muscular chest raked across my breast with every rock forward. He grasped at the tuft of hair at the base of my neck, carefully tugging it as he drove into me again and again.

Without warning, he rolled to his back, carrying me with him, and within a blink, I was on top of him with my knees straddling his sides. I slowly lowered myself, taking him deep. I placed my hands on his chest and slowly began to move as I rocked my hips against him.

It felt incredible.

I wanted to savor the moment and let myself feel every sensation, but Brayden had other plans. He placed his hands on my hips, guiding me to move faster. Taking his cue, I quickened my pace, becoming more fervent and intense with each shift of my hips. The muscles in my stomach began to tighten, and I knew it was coming.

With one last swerve of my hips, heat surged through me, consuming me as my orgasm tore through my body. I pulsed around him, leaving no question that I’d found my release, but Brayden wasn’t done. Instead, he lifted his hips, thrusting into me. Our panting and moans echoed through the room as our bodies moved together. Every drive of his hips, every swirl of mine, brought me closer and closer to a second orgasm.

My head thrashed back as I gasped, “Yes!”

He was focused and unrelenting as he kept driving into me, again and again. A low, deep growl echoed through the room as he found his own release, and his fingers dug into my hips, stilling me as he savored the moment.

Seconds later, I eased off of him, and he quickly tossed his condom in the trash. I lay down next to him, and he immediately rolled over on his side right next to me.

His eyes were fixed on mine as our breaths started to slow, and there was something about his expression that led me to ask, “You okay?”