“It means this first time probably won’t last long.”
“I’m okay with that,” she told him, grinning. “We’ve got all night.”
That was when she released him and slid her hands down between them. His position didn’t allow him to stop her when she reached for the button on his jeans again. While she watched his face, she unhooked the button, slid down the zipper, and then eased her hand inside until she felt the smooth length of him against her palm.
“Fuck, Jess,” Braydon hissed. “Baby . . .”
“You’ve got too many clothes on,” she told him. Since she wasn’t going to be able to undress him from her position beneath him, he was going to have to help.
She kept her eyes trained on him when he got to his feet again. As he stripped, she watched in awe as his magnificent body was uncovered. It was like her own personal striptease, only the reward was going to be much more than just ogling one of the sexiest men alive.
Before he tossed his jeans to the floor, he reached for his wallet and retrieved a condom from it. The leather then slapped the nightstand, but her attention was once again riveted to him as he ripped open the foil and then sheathed himself.
Jessie’s body began to hum and her heart began to pound wildly as she accepted her fate. This was going to happen. She was going to make love to Braydon. And tomorrow, she would have to deal with the consequences.
But for tonight, she promised herself that she wouldn’t worry about anything but loving this man. Because it might just be the first and the last time.
FOREPLAY.
That was one word that echoed in Braydon’s head, but he was having a hard time focusing. Especially when Jessie unclasped her bra, allowing the silky material to fall away, revealing the generous swells of her creamy white breasts and the puckered tips of her dusky pink nipples.
His cock jerked in his hand and Braydon hoped like hell he could at least make this good for her. She’d said they had all night. He only hoped that was true, because he feared that when he slid inside her warm, wet heat, he’d last a minute. Maybe two.
Reaching for her panties, Jessie began sliding them over her hips. Ever the helpful assistant, Braydon reached down and pulled them the rest of the way off. And then he was on top of her again, her soft, smooth skin brushing against him, her slender arms wrapping around his neck and pulling him close. He didn’t want to crush her, but the way she was twining herself around him was making it damn hard.
The only option he could see was to reverse their positions, so that’s exactly what he did.
Braydon rolled to his back, bringing her with him until she was straddling his hips. He was just about to kiss her when Jessie’s fingers wrapped around his cock and his breath locked in his chest. She stroked him once, and then her slick heat consumed him.
“Jess!” Her name came out in multiple syllables as his mind whirred from the intensity of being inside of her.
Braydon’s hands fisted in the comforter as he lay prone beneath her, scared to move.
It was a damn good thing she was on top, because at the moment, he wasn’t sure his brain could command his body sufficiently. His muscles were rendered useless because all the blood in his body had taken a sudden, blinding detour.
“Oh, fuck, Jessie,” he groaned when she began rocking against him, his oversensitive cock sliding into the hot depths of her pussy. His nerve endings had burst into flames, and that telltale tingle erupted at the base of his spine. He bit his lip to keep it at bay. At least a little while longer.
“Braydon.”
When she said his name, he opened his eyes. He hadn’t even realized he had closed them.
Their eyes met and he saw the emotion swimming in the perfect blue staring back at him.
“You feel so good,” she told him, and Braydon’s balls drew up tighter against his body.
The need to fuck her until they were both screaming was paralyzing him. He didn’t want this first time to be about getting off. He had always dreamed that the first time they were alone he would make love to her for hours. He would devour every inch of her body before he ever drove himself home. However, that wasn’t happening now. But he couldn’t seem to stop it.
His hunger for her had multiplied by a million over the last few months, and having her there, naked, riding him . . . Oh, Christ, Jessie was riding him.
It was more than his oxygen-starved brain could handle.
Jessie leaned down, her hips continuing to rock. His cock tunneled deep inside of her, withdrew. Over and over his body was assaulted by mind-numbing sensation. She was in complete control, and he honestly thought his head was going to explode from the sheer ecstasy of it.