‘Say it,’ Brandon told her. ‘I want to hear you say it, Leah. Own it. Own me.’
She tried to deny it. She didn’t want to own him, like he was a piece of furniture or a jacket or a car. And he knew that, damn him, just as he knew that forcing her to say it would make real what was also already true.
Brandon pumped his hips, forcing his cock into her fist. ‘Say it, Leah. I want to hear you say it. Right … now.’
‘Oh, yes,’ she said finally, and her hand moved on its own. Up and down, palming the head, adding a twist that made his entire body jerk. ‘Yes, Brandon. This is mine. You … are mine …’
He came with a long groan. Heat spread over her palm as he filled it. The smell of his arousal flooded her senses. Her own breath sobbed out of her as she gave him what he wanted.
What they both wanted.
Pleasure had blocked Brandon’s brain and made him stupid but only for a minute or so. He’d heard what Leah said, and what she’d given him. He opened his eyes, his breath still harsh in his throat, and looked down between them. Her grip had eased off just right, but he was still holding her tight against him. Leah’s eyes had gone heavy lidded, her mouth soft.
Part of him wanted to bask in the afterglow of what had been a pretty hot orgasm, despite the circumstances. The other part, the sneakier one, wanted to take advantage of the situation. He kissed her before she could pull away and get that look on her face again, the one she’d tried hard to give him when she walked into the bedroom. Part of him, the one ruled by his cock, loved that look, because it meant she was about to get all disciplinary on his ass. He was trying hard not to think with his prick at the moment, though.
She opened to him, which told him a lot and eased his mind. He’d been a little afraid he’d pushed her too far. She sighed into his mouth as he used both hands to hold her under the ass. She wrapped her legs around his waist as her arms slid behind his neck. Her tongue stroked his.
Maybe, he thought a little incoherently as she clung to him, this wasn’t going to be so hard after all.
He took her the two steps to the bed and laid her down. Leah always made love the way she did everything else, as though she knew exactly what she were doing every step of the way. Now, though, she looked a little lost. A little fragile in a way that didn’t make her seem weak. She could never be weak.
They lived together. He did the laundry, she paid the bills, he cooked when she didn’t want to and ate what she made when she did. Sometimes she liked to tie his hands behind his back with a belt and sometimes she liked to blindfold him, and mostly all the time she liked to leave him long, intricate lists of tasks and chores she wanted him to perform. And he did them, usually half-hard and thinking about making love to her, because he wanted to. They didn’t talk much about what this meant or how it worked. It just did.
‘Brandon –’
‘Shh.’
She looked surprised, then that softness came over her again and she leant back against the bed to pull her T-shirt over her head. She offered herself to him, and he took her. He loved the sound she made when he hooked his fingers in the waistband of her pants and slid them down her thighs and past her ankles. She wore the tiny, pretty panties he’d bought her for Christmas, the ones she swore she wouldn’t wear in his parents’ house but had packed anyway.
He kissed all the places he knew made her sigh and wriggle under his mouth. ‘Baby, you smell so good.’
‘Day spa,’ she whispered, arching as his mouth traced a path over her hip and across her belly.
She cried out softly when he kissed her clit through the lace, then again when he slid her panties down and put a finger inside her. His cock tried valiantly to stir, but there was no way he could get hard enough to make love to her right now, and there was no way he was going to wait to make her come. He needed to feel and taste her orgasm now, within moments.
‘You taste good, too,’ he murmured and licked her gently.
Leah arched again, pressing herself against him. She was so wet already his finger slid in and out without resistance. He pressed gently at the knot of nerves just behind her pubic bone and she sank her fingers into his hair.
‘Oh, God, Brandon …’
‘Yeah,’ he said against her flesh as he licked and sucked, as he pulled back to nibble at the inside of her thighs until she bucked her hips and demanded with her body he return to her core. ‘I’m going to make you come all over me.’
He smiled when she let out a familiar, sobbing gasp and she yanked his hair so hard he almost winced. Almost. Brandon slid his hand beneath Leah’s ass to hold her to his mouth as he kissed her into climax. She rode his tongue and fingers without mercy until at last he felt the tight walls of her pussy convulse around him. He eased off, then moved back in, stroking and sucking, paying close attention to the tensing and relaxation of her muscles. He could bring her off again in
