However … in his defense, Brendon hadn’t been with a woman in a full year. At first, celibacy certainly hadn’t been his intention. Despite the fact that his world had shifted, everything as he knew it changing when Braydon fell in love with Jessie, Brendon hadn’t planned it. Initially, he simply hadn’t given a shit about women or sex at all. Then, as the days passed, his abstinence became a means of self-punishment, a way to atone for the things he’d done to his twin, to Jessie.
The only woman he’d been with was Cheyenne, and those were mere fantasies. His hand was the solitary source of pleasure he’d received for far too long, so seeing Cheyenne standing there naked, he was desperate to get his mouth, his hands, his cock on and in her as soon as fucking possible.
But he didn’t want to rush. He wanted to savor.
Unfortunately, that was probably going to have to be on the agenda for round two if she kept looking at him like that. Which was the main reason he’d retrieved the lone condom in his wallet and opened the foil wrapper with his teeth.
“Sit on the bed,” he instructed, needing to take control. That or he was going to lose it before she ever found her pleasure.
The back of Cheyenne’s thighs hit the mattress—she was that short—and she instantly maneuvered back a foot so that her calves were dangling over the edge.
Brendon crowded her, forcing Cheyenne farther onto the bed until he was hovering over her, her soft, warm body beneath his. As he stared down at the most beautiful woman he’d ever seen, he caressed her cheek with his thumb and peered into her eyes, searching. He wanted assurance that she understood what this was between them.
For him, it was unlike any moment before, and probably any moment after. Taking Cheyenne, making love to her, was going to break him if things went south between them. As it was, he felt as broken as they came these days. He might have problems talking to this woman, but he damn sure didn’t have a problem knowing what he felt. Admitting it, yes. This was unlike anything he’d ever known, in fact. And that was the biggest problem he’d had to overcome the past year. This was what he wanted from Cheyenne. To be with her. Just the two of them. With her looking at him as though he was the only thing she craved.
“Chey.” Leaning down, he pressed his lips to hers and then growled when her arms went around him as she pulled him practically on top of her.
Fear of crushing her had him dropping to the bed at her side, and Cheyenne took over, pushing him to his back before straddling his hips. Another growl escaped when the sweet, warm heat between her thighs caressed his dick.
“Baby, you keep that up and I won’t have a chance to prove a damn thing to you,” he mumbled against her mouth.
Dropping the condom on the bed beside him, Brendon cupped her breasts, teasing her nipples, remembering that he wanted to put his mouth on them. Due to their position, that was impossible, but somehow he found the strength—not to mention the control—to flip them once again. This time when he was above her, he didn’t hesitate, trailing kisses down her chest until he reached the peak of one luscious breast. He licked her, teasing her nipple to a hardened point before sucking it into his mouth.
“Brendon.”
Heaven help him.
Her hands gripped his shoulders, her nails scoring into his skin, and blinding pleasure had him grunting to keep from slamming into her, to resist the urge to take her like an animal, to own her the way he’d dreamed.
Somehow, Brendon managed to rein himself in and settled on tormenting her with his tongue and his teeth. He explored her nipples, sucking, licking, nipping until she was writhing beneath him. Only then did he move lower, his feet sliding to the floor until he was standing once again, bending over her. He used his fingers to separate the delicate folds of her pretty pink pussy while he watched her face. Her eyes were on him, and knowing she was watching ratcheted up his anxiety tenfold.
Leaning in, he licked her slowly, gliding through the moisture that slicked her pussy. The scent of her was intoxicating, driving him closer and closer to the edge. He forced himself to focus, to make her cry out his name as he ate her pussy until she was pulling his hair, shards of pleasure/pain shooting from his scalp to the base of his spine.
“Brendon, please.”
He knew what she was seeking, so he slipped one finger inside her.
Holy fuck, she was tight. So damn tight. For a brief moment, he worried he might hurt her. He wasn’t exactly small, but she most definitely was. Hell, he wasn’t even considered average. That thought was fleeting as he fucked her with his finger, licking her, teasing her clit until she was bucking against him, the sound of his name on her breathless moans making his dick throb.