Intrigued and Enchanted (15 page)

“Do you know what you’re asking Lily? Are you on the pill?” Holding his gaze I answer.

“I know what I’m asking. If you’re not comfortable with it, it’s ok. I’ve been on the pill for years, and you know I’m a virgin so I’m clean. I want to feel your skin Brandon.” His forehead drops to mine. His voice a sexy, breathy, whisper.

“I’ve never done this without a condom before Lilly. I’m clean. I would love to feel you skin on skin, but only if you’re certain.” I clasp his face, gently kissing his lips. Pulling his ear down to my lips, my breathing shallow, my heart racing.

“Yes.” I pull back to look into his eyes and convey my sincerity. Staring back at me is a look of awe and wonder, Brandon drops the packet. He grabs the back of my neck and pulls me to him, pouring so much passion and hunger into his kiss I can feel what this means to him. His other hand slides down between our writhing bodies, grasping his hard length in his hand. He positions himself at my slick entrance.

“This will hurt a little sweetheart, but I will try to make it as pleasurable as possible” pushing just the tip inside of me. “Are you ok?”

I nod, biting my lip. Brandon eases slowly inside of me, stretching me. When his length is halfway inside a guttural roar rips from him.

“Fuck…Lily…You feel unbelievable, so tight and warm and soft.” He thrusts the rest of the way inside, causing a short tearing sensation and a jolt of pain, but the overwhelming feeling coursing through me is of being completely filled by Brandon and I love it. He drops his lips to mine.

“There is no better feeling than this, than being inside you. Mine...Lily…Mine.” He starts to move, slowly at first, his strong arms flexing above me, his muscles rippling as he holds himself over me, thrusting his hips, his hard cock moving deep inside me before pulling out almost to the tip.

He creates a delicious rhythm as he teases my G spot with every movement. I grab his tight ass and pull him in to the hilt, wanting to take every last inch of him as deep as I can.

“Fuck” he cries out. I can’t get enough of this man. Our kisses are demanding, wild; our tongues fucking to the rhythm of our bodies. Writhing, sucking, pulling, and pushing us towards our joint release. Brandon’s pace quickens, becoming more urgent; his thumb moving down to circle my clit as he loses control, hammering into me, harder and harder, and I adore it.

“Come with me Lily.” His words are my undoing and I shatter into a million pieces, muscles clenching around him with each wave of pleasure, milking his release from him. He closes his eyes and throws his head back as his own release consumes him. He has never looked so beautiful to me. Everything about his face and his expression is exquisite.

“Fuck baby. Oh my God Lily. Fuck…Lily.” His warm cum shoots into me, burst after burst, filling me with his seed.

I can feel the tears welling in my eyes, the emotion of what has just transpired between us too much to contain. As the tears spill down my cheeks I feel so connected to Brandon, an overwhelming feeling washing over me, unlike anything I had ever felt before. I am so in love with him. Brandon brushes my hair back from my face and kisses my tears away.

“What’s wrong Lily? Did I hurt you baby?” His eyes searching mine for an answer. I’m too emotionally drained to put my guard up.

“I’m perfect Brandon. That was astonishing. I have never felt so connected to anyone in my life. I feel like you are a part of me now.” Brandon feathers kisses all over my face, nibbling at my neck and shoulder.

“I know exactly what you mean Lily. It has never been like this for me before. You’re different…we’re different. You speak to something deep in my soul Lily. I can’t get enough of you.” As he pulls out of me, I feel bereft at the loss of physical contact. His cum spills out of me. I’m embarrassed until he speaks.

“Oh my God Lily. That is the hottest thing I have ever seen.” He runs his hand over my entrance, spreading his cum all over me, claiming me as his. When he’s finished with his handy work, he jumps off the bed and disappears into the en-suite.

He emerges almost immediately with a damp washcloth, and a towel. I’ve pulled the sheets up to cover myself. He peels the sheet down to expose the embarrassing mess on the sheets; blood and cum everywhere. He sits down next to me and gently starts cleaning me.

“You don’t have to do that Brandon. I can go to take a shower.” Trying to push his hands away.

“I want to look after my sweet girl. Let me.” He is so tender and genuine so I push aside the uneasy feeling and let him clean me up.

“I’m so sorry about your sheets Brandon. I’ll get you a new set.” Brandon grabs my chin between his thumb and finger, making me look straight into his gorgeous eyes.

“Don’t ever apologise for this Lily. You just gave me such a precious gift that I will always treasure. I’ve never been a woman’s first, and I’m so honoured that you wanted me to be yours. I can’t express what that means to me baby.” I jump into his arms and wrap my legs around his waist, hugging him to me with all of my strength.

“Thank you.”

Brandon stands up from the bed with me wrapped around him like a little monkey, as if I weigh nothing; walking me to the bathroom where there’s a stunningly deep freestanding roll-top bath With cascading waterfall taps and bubbles everywhere. Brandon must have started it running when he left me to get the washcloth. The lighting is soft and sultry, the floor and walls a stunning grey granite with white granite tiling around the top of the room that accentuates the lighting perfectly. It’s masculine and beautiful, reflecting its owner.

There’s a ginormous shower, you could fit ten people in easily; there are multiple oversized showerheads and a tiled bench seat running along one wall. My mind starts to wander, thinking of Brandon and I together in that shower. Oh. My. Brandon brings me back to the present as he kisses my neck, still holding me tightly to his gloriously naked body.

“Bath, baby?” I nuzzle into his neck.

“Sounds perfect.” He gently lowers me into the luxurious bath and steps in behind me, settling back against the tub and pulling me back to rest against his chest, his arms wrapping around my waist; resting his scruffy chin on my shoulder. It’s complete and utter bliss. I don’t know how long we lie here in silence, just enjoying each other’s company, resting together, our chests rising and falling in unison.

14

I wake up to the feel of Brandon nuzzling my neck, whispering in my ear in the bathtub. I must have nodded off in the comfort and quiet, lying against him, listening to his heartbeat.

“Wake up baby. Time to get out the tub. I don’t want my little spider monkey pruning beyond repair.” I love playful Brandon, he’s so cute.

“Is it ok if I just quickly wash my hair in the shower?”

“You can do anything you want Lily, you don’t have to ask.” He stands, stepping from the tub. I watch the rivulets of water, jealous of their journey down his toned flesh; rippling over muscle after perfect muscle. I want to lick every last delicious drop from him.

“Plenty of time for that. Wash your hair and I’ll be waiting for you.” I let out a little chuckle.

“Are you a mind reader or something?”

“No. The look you’re giving me right now is telling me everything I need to know. I think maybe you need a rest though; you’ll be sore after what we just did and I don’t want to hurt you.” Wrapping a towel around his waist and running his fingers through his glorious damp hair, he gives me a chaste kiss on the lips and leaves the bathroom, closing the door to give me some privacy.

I take my time in the shower, the feel of the water cascading from the giant showerheads easing my aching muscles. Brandon was right, I am sore from our exploits, but I love every delicious twinge and throb – it reminds me of what I just shared with Brandon; a night I will never forget. It was everything I had hoped it would be and more. I never expected to find someone that would make me feel this way about sex, about love, about what my future could be.

I’ve lived my romantic life vicariously through the works of Shakespeare, Austen, Bronte and countless others for years, afraid to let anyone close, afraid to let anyone touch me.

I use Brandon’s shampoo and shower gel, and it feels wonderful to be consumed by his scent. I grab some towels; wrapping my hair and my body before heading into the bedroom. I don’t know why, but I feel nervous at being in his bedroom with him again. I squash my worries and open the door; my breath catching in my chest at the work of art in front of me.

Brandon is stretched out on the bed, his hand behind his head, a heart-warming, brain-melting smile on his face and a twinkle in his eyes. He has changed the bedding – he’s lying in crisp, fresh white sheets; draped suggestively, but carelessly over him, highlighting his happy trail and leaving me wanting to rip the sheet off the bed to see the rest of him.

There’s a hairdryer and brush laid out on the table in front of a beautiful gilded mirror. I quickly comb out the tangles, blast my hair dry, and grab my PJs from my overnight bag. I know it’s silly when he’s seen every inch of me, but I quickly duck into the bathroom to put my vest top and shorts on. When I emerge, Brandon’s laughing at me.

“Seriously baby. We’ve just done the most intimate act possible between two people and you can’t put your PJs on in front of me? You’re so damn cute. Get over here.” His arms held wide, I jump at the chance…literally…I’m a little over enthusiastic and jump on the bed to get to him! He tucks me into his side and pulls the covers over us, smoothing my hair from my face and running his thumb up and down my cheek, completely at ease with our intimacy. It makes it easy for me to follow suit and relax and enjoy our tangible connection to each other.

“Are you ok? Was it ok for you?” I can hear a vulnerability in Brandon’s voice that betrays his cool, confident exterior.

“Are you kidding me? Brandon, it was earth-shattering, life-changing, mind-blowingly amazing. I know I have nothing to compare it to, but I’m sure if it felt this amazing for everyone, I would be supplied with triple the amount of detail from Jess than I already have to endure.” Brandon lets out a heartfelt belly laugh that makes my spirit soar.

“I’m flattered sweetheart. And if I have my way, you won’t
ever
have anyone else to compare it to.” I literally stop breathing at his words. I want to believe that he means it and it’s not just post-coital nicety. I don’t know the things people say to each other after sex. I can’t imagine ever wanting to experience this with someone else. Brandon lets out a contented hum.

“Mmmmm. You smell like me baby. I like it. Not as much as I love your smell, but I like you covered head to toe in
Eau de ME
.” I laugh.

“Is it weird that I like smelling of you?” Brandon’s hold tightens around me.

“God you’re perfect for me woman. You even enjoy my caveman tendencies. How did I get so lucky?” He plants a soft kiss on my forehead as he speaks.

“I guess we both got lucky.” I cheekily retort. Brandon’s demeanour turns solemn.

“I’m serious Lily. I don’t deserve you, but here you are. I’ve spent so long shutting people out and questioning their motives. Do they want my money? Do they want my connections? Do they want media attention? Do they really want to be friends with me? And with women, I lost faith that any women would want me for me, looking for ulterior motives at every turn. I haven’t managed past a first date with a woman since Victoria. As for sex, I haven’t been with anyone since Victoria because I started to get paranoid that if I did indulge in a one night stand, some shady sex video would end up online. Not exactly the actions of a well-adjusted 29 year old.” I cuddle in closer, trying to give him some comfort.

He continues.

“Then you literally crashed into my life and turned it upside down Lily. I can’t explain why, but I haven’t felt any of my usual reservations with you. From the moment I met you, I’ve wanted to make you mine, and I haven’t questioned your intentions once. That is so amazing to me Lily. I want to apologise for coming across as an arrogant ass at first. My messages weren’t exactly romantic. It makes me cringe at how controlling I must have seemed, but I can’t regret it, because I’m here with you now and I’ve never felt this close to someone in my life. The trust you put in me tonight really overwhelms me Lily. Thank you.”

I can feel the tears pricking at the back of my eyes. I lift my head from his chest, pulling his head down to mine. I seal his bravery and honesty with a kiss. I pour all of the emotion I can’t put into words into this one kiss, hoping that he can feel what I can’t convey. It’s not that I don’t feel it, I’m just not ready to put it out there, making it real and opening myself up to being hurt. I know it doesn’t work like that, but hey, I’m doing the best I can.

I slowly move my body on top of Brandon, our bodies fit together like two pieces of a puzzle. I can’t help myself, my thirst for him unquenchable. Our kisses become all consuming, ravaging each other with our tongues, our hands desperate as we trace every line and curve of each other’s body. I can feel the discomfort from earlier between my legs, but I just don’t care.

I want Brandon so badly it’s a physical ache in my chest, much worse than any other pain in my body. As I lean over Brandon he grabs my hair at the back of my head and deepens our kiss, bruising my lips with his intensity. In a split second I find myself beneath Brandon, flat on my back, his strong frame looming over me.

“Tell me you’re mine Lily.” His words dripping from his beautiful lips in an enticing command. The yearning in his command, pulling at every submissive cell in my body. Submissive only to Brandon. My answer is effortless.

“I’m yours Brandon. Only yours. I only ever want to be yours.” His mouth captures mine.

“Make love to me Brandon. I’m yours.” Brandon steadies his breath, trying to control the urge to take me as hard as I can feel he wants to.

“I don’t want to hurt you Lily. You’ll be sore from earlier.” I stare into the icy blue depths of his eyes as I speak.

“Brandon. I need you. I have a physical pain in my chest I want you so badly. Please…please…make it go away. I need to feel you inside me. I need you.” Any control Brandon was fighting to maintain is gone.