35. Brandon

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brANDON

M orelle seemed so confident, so assertive, that her hesitancy had taken him by surprise. It wasn't that he'd allowed himself to forget even for a moment how inexperienced she was, but he hadn't expected her to be apprehensive about the fit after all they had already done together.

He'd thought that he'd prepared her as well as he could, but since he'd never bedded a virgin, he couldn't have realized that no amount of prep would have been enough.

Right now, she seemed fascinated by his cock, stroking it gently while pressing her breasts against his chest. The scent of her arousal was intensifying, which he hoped meant she was over her initial hesitancy.

He closed his hand over hers and halted her up- and-down strokes. "As good as this feels, you need to stop."

She lifted her gaze to his. "Why?"

"Because I want to be patient with you, and it's going to be difficult if I'm racing toward a climax." He gave her shoulders a little push, helping her to her back. "Allow me to be in charge of our pleasure tonight. Can you do that?"

Chewing on her lower lip, she nodded.

"Put your hands over your head and keep them there."

She did as he asked but narrowed her eyes at him. "For how long?"

He stifled a chuckle. "Until I tell you that you can put them down."

There was a moment of hesitation in her eyes, but then she nodded. "I trust you."

"Excellent." He palmed her breast, thumbing the nipple, and then leaned and fastened his lips around it, sucking it in and flicking his tongue over the tip.

When she arched her back, bringing more of her breast into his mouth, he rewarded her with a hand on her other breast, kneading and plucking in sync with what he was doing with his mouth.

Small moans escaped Morelle's throat, her hips gyrating on the mattress, seeking friction, and he knew that if he touched her opening he would find her soaking wet, but that didn't mean she was ready for him .

Releasing one breast, he slowly trailed his hand over her flat belly down to the junction of her hips.

She groaned, and the glow in her eyes intensified along with the scent of her desire.

"You have the most incredible eyes, Princess." He kept trailing his hand over her outer and inner thighs, teasing her, making her pant for more.

When his finger finally reached her wet folds, she hissed, and when he gathered her moisture and pressed his thumb to her clit, she groaned and spread her legs apart.

He was going to make her come at least twice before he penetrated her, and even though they had progressed beyond just touching, the first time was going to be with his fingers. She'd said that he'd barely been able to fit one finger inside of her, and he wanted to show her that she could take two and even three, and it would still feel great.

At first, he just circled her opening, keeping his thumb gently pressed to her clit, and then he slipped his finger inside her wet, hot sheath, just up to the first knuckle.

Her breaths were coming out in rapid puffs, and she wiggled her hips, trying to get more of it.

"You want more, baby?"

"Yes. More," she confirmed.

With his thumb still pressed over her clit, he pushed his finger all the way in and then started moving it in and out of her until she was so soaking wet that adding another finger to the play didn't cause her discomfort.

"Does it still feel good, baby?" he whispered in her ear, then licked into it.

She shivered. "Yes."

"Do you want more?" he asked while pumping in and out of her with two digits.

When she nodded, he pulled back and returned with three. She was tight, and at first she winced, but when her hips started gyrating again, he knew she was close.

"Do you want to come, Princess?"

She moaned and arched her back. "I'm burning."

That wasn't a yes, but it was good enough.

Three more pumps and a slight pinch to her nipple, and she exploded, coating his fingers in the sweetest of nectars.

Watching her fall apart was enough to make him come, and he had to grit his teeth to stop himself. He had to wring one more climax out of Morelle before he could satiate his hunger.

When her quaking subsided, he couldn't help himself and lifted his fingers to his mouth, sucking them dry, and then he kissed her, sharing her own taste with her.

When he rolled on top of her, his shaft nudging her wet entrance, Morelle stiffened.

"Don't worry. We are not there yet." He kissed her neck, then trailed his lips down to her breast.

"Why?"

"Because I need to make you come one more time."