Before he could go on, I raised my hips then slowly found my way back as I allowed him to slide inside me. I had managed to mute him in just one second. He never said another word, just waited for me to go on twisting in luscious motions as I drove my body weight on the mattress, searching for support so I could move.
I began agonizingly slow, feeling the eagerness of every one of his veins and trying to readjust to his impressive size. It was strange being on my own this time. Although I had an idea what to do, I felt that I was doing everything wrong, yet somehow it was turning out so incredibly right. I was in total awe as his hardness was reaching exactly the anguishing spot that craved for him, over and over again, grinding to find perfect movement.
To torture me further, Brax had lifted my dress over my hips to lustfully watch the way I was moving against him in that incredible place where he ended and I began. His gaze was sexualized and erotic, feasting on every push, conscious at the same time that his gesture was embarrassing me. Not that he would have given a fuck about that anyway.
Under the same lustful glimpse, he tugged my dress to fall over my shoulders, straight below my chest, giving him every chance to observe the tremble I could no longer control as I was moving against him. This particular devil was enjoying every single second of my unbelievable torment as I was struggling to remain on top of him whileknowingthat he was watching me.
In an unhurried gesture, he raised my clutched hands from the sheets and placed them over his broad shoulders, helping me find support easily. But at the same time it was giving me new reasons for worry.
I could hurt him!
And the crazed closeness of our bodies was leaving me one wrong move away from that.
Brax must have sensed the distress ruling over my mind and body as the shaking in my limbs was beginning to become more visible with every move ‘Relax,’ he spoke in a hushed voice that for some strange reason was forcing me to do exactly the opposite. I couldn’t relax because in my mind I must be doing something wrong for him to notice. Maybe everything.
I was doing everything wrong!
The thought stayed with me for a while although slightly clouded by the tingling sensation building between my thighs and as Brax’s thumb came to move over my clit, to the point he eradicated my anxiety completely. In fact, eradicating all other thoughts and letting me be guided only by the needs of my own body.
I was moving freely, letting the odds of bringing him pain dissipate in favor of the ones of provoking him pleasure. I was preparing to explode with delirium, movements away from tightening all around him, and by the grunted roars coming from the depths of his throat, he was as close as I was.
That was until he decided to steal the pleasure away from me ‘Good girl.’
Those fucking words again!
‘Can you please stop calling me that!?’
This time, I was angry andthis timehe needed to know it. I hated him for treating me like one of his whores.
‘Why, Bea? Do you think you’re special? Aiming to be the queen of my heart or something?’ The mocking tone of his voice left a hole somewhere in my soul. I wasn’t aiming to be his queen, but I wasn’t aiming to be his tramp either.
He just offended me, and yet he was acting as if nothing had happened. As if it didn’t matter. As I didn’t matter. Suddenly, he lifted me by my waist and slammed me into him so strong that I felthimsomewhere in my stomach.
And then he did it again.
And again...
Until I felt I couldn’t breathe, eager to escape and at the same time needing to find my release as the pressure building up inside seemed to reach incredible limits.
‘Brax, cut it out, you’re going to hurt yourself,’ I spoke, sometime between my eyes rolling out of my head and his muscle weight forcing me to become his rag doll. He was fuming angry and was taking it all out on me, harvesting his repressed feelings. Maybe those feelings weren’t even meant for me. Just a culmination of everything waiting to explode. I was just in the wrong place at the wrong time when it happened.
My body was there, serving him as the vessel for all angry thoughts as he was transforming me into just that— a passage for him to get to where he needed. Thrust by thrust, until neither his words nor his attitude could hold my body from reacting to his own. I felt my core spasm so forcefully that it was about to instantly break me, and after crashing me one last time against him, that heaving groan I heard before filled the room, as he continued to move me a few more times, though with a lot smaller intensity.
‘I can give pleasure. And I can take it away,’ Brax’s earlier affirmation came to my mind and since I was at a point where I couldn’t control my body from shivering, maybe it was a good time to take a little of that away. I could barely lift myself off him while the effects of the implosion that I just experienced along with the gym work session were still vivid in my body.
I only remembered I was lying next to him for a few minutes when I heard the sound of his lighter. No cuddling session from the man of steel. And how could I even expect that when he didn’t bother to search for my lips even once?
With fading strength, I lifted my head to look at him, only to discover the sight of blood flooding his bandage.
I jumped out of the bed as if I had been burned, rushing to his side to see what had happened.
‘Where do you keep the medical kit?’ I shuddered, rushing towards the bathroom.
‘Second drawer on the left.’ Brax was so calm that one might have believed nothing had happened, while, on the other hand, I was running a hundred scenarios in my head about how he was going to bleed to death.
I didn’t even know what I feared most. My trembling hands or the sight of blood. But the mixture of the two was making me one step away from falling back on the bed next to him.
‘Give me the bandages. I’ll do it.’ Brax was offering to save the incompetent in me from making a fool out of myself.
