Yours to Savor

by Scarlett Edwards

  “Yes,” he said. “And I love it when you do.” Without warning he spun her around. The cup she held fell to the floor as his mouth latched onto hers. There was no sweetness in his kiss now—only pure, testosterone-fueled aggression. It was a release of the passion he’d been harboring, and a complete contrast to the sensual kisses that had graced her neck seconds earlier.

  His tongue forced its way into her mouth and pressed against her, searching, seeking, possessing. She opened herself up to him, feeling the warmth spread between her legs. A rush of heat exploded in her body as she was consumed by the unbridled power of Brandon’s kiss. Her hands reached up to grab his hair, pulling him down for more, offering herself for the taking. He responded by pressing into her, his hands running up and down her back as he pulled her closer, tighter against him.

  Then he was forcing her back, back until she was pressed against the wall and kissing him like a woman dying of thirst. She could feel his growing erection against her stomach, and had to suck in a breath as her lustful mind imagined what would come next. The heat of his body collided with hers, and even though it was overwhelming, smoldering, the layer of clothes between them was getting in the way.

  She found her hands moving of their own accord. She started tearing off Brandon’s shirt, ripping blindly while she continued to be ravished by his powerful kisses. His hands were at her waist, undoing the front of the robe she had on. He lifted it off her shoulders while his mouth stayed on hers.

  Sandra’s hands ran over the hard, large muscles of Brandon’s back. His fingers molded into her breasts. Excitement and exhilaration coursed through her body. She arched back, exposing herself even more. Brandon’s hands trailed down her skin, and she parted her legs in anticipation of his touch.

  But just before his fingers reached her throbbing core, he pulled back, and grazed the inside of her thigh, instead.

  Sandra moaned his name. “Take me, Brandon.”

  He answered by lowering his mouth to the hollow of her collarbone. “Last night I was supposed to be yours,” he whispered, fingers making faint circles on the sensitive part of her leg, “but this morning, you belong to me.”

  She answered by shifting her body to press herself against his hand.

  But instead of following through, he grasped her hips, lifted her up onto him, and made her wrap her legs around his waist. “And this morning, I’m going to do things right.”

  He carried her to the bedroom and she clung onto him, loving the feel of his hard body against her, loving the feel of his warm skin pressed against her bare stomach. Before she knew it, he dropped her on the bed, much like last night, and stood back, towering over her.

  “God, you’re so beautiful,” he whispered. His voice rustled in her ears, the words sounding almost reverent.

  She took a breath, and realized her heart was racing. Her arms felt shaky, and now, now she started to feel something gnaw inside of her… something a lot like nervousness. She’d been ready to give herself up to Brandon, ready to relinquish control… but she hadn’t been with a man for so very long. And even if her desire was there, the inevitability of what would happen next made her clench up inside. She wasn’t some scared virgin, but as Brandon loomed over her in all his masculine superiority, Sandra felt just a little bit… anxious.

  Brandon widened his stance so her legs were between his, and put one knee on the bed. Sandra’s chest was heaving now. Brandon leaned down and positioned himself over her, their bodies separated by a thin layer of air. He bent his head, kissing her again.

  But Sandra twisted away after only a second. Her heart was pounding now, and not entirely from arousal. “Brandon. Brandon, wait,” she cried. “I have to tell you something.”

  He stopped instantly. “What is it?”

  Her chest heaved with every breath. “It’s… it’s been a while for me.” She cringed even as she made the admission. She was afraid Brandon might take it the wrong way and assume she didn’t want him, or make light of her vulnerability, or ignore her and push through it…

  Instead, he surprised her by lifting himself off her, not far enough to ruin the intimacy but enough to make her feel more comfortable. His voice, his eyes, and his expression were all serious when he asked, “How long?”

  “Two and a half years,” she admitted quietly. Sex with Henry had kind of fizzled out after the first few months in Dallas.

  “Then we’re going to do this slow and gentle,” he promised.

  Sandra hesitated, then closed her eyes and nodded. “Okay.”

  “I’m going to take care of you, baby,” he soothed. “All I need you to do is trust me.” She gulped. “Do you trust me?”

  “Y-y-yes,” she responded tentatively.

  Brandon answered by lowering his mouth onto hers in a slow, languorous kiss. His tongue stroked over hers, and after a moment, Sandra felt her insides ease up again as she fell deep into his steady kiss. The unhurried way his tongue explored her mouth let her know, somehow, that he valued the connection they shared. That he understood her, that he respected her, and that he wouldn’t rush things if she wasn’t ready. It made her feel special and pampered. It made her feel ready—really ready—to trust him.

  “I just want you to relax, Sandra,” Brandon whispered in her ear when he parted. “Do you think you can do that for me?”

  “Yes.”

  He smiled, and began to work his way down her neck, landing soft kisses along her sensitive skin, angling toward her breasts. Sandra’s breathing had steadied, and she closed her eyes and focused on the tenderness of Brandon’s touch. Her nipples tightened into buds beneath her bra. When Brandon’s hands went to her back to undo the strap, she lifted herself up to help him. As he slid the bra off, the rush of cool air against her nipples made her gasp. But then Brandon’s mouth was there, suckling her breasts and raining kisses all over her skin. Sandra moaned and raked her fingers deep into Brandon’s hair, taking immense pleasure in having her breasts fondled.

  Brandon started spiraling kisses down her body, along the midline of her exposed stomach. As he got lower and lower, Sandra felt herself tense again. She tried to take deep breaths to steady her nerves, but when Brandon moved past her bellybutton and hooked his fingers into the string of her panties, a jolt of anxiety made her eyes snap open and her head jerk up.

  Brandon must have felt the movement, because he broke away from what he was doing to look up at her. He kept his fingers curled in the lace, though, but did not make any move to take her panties off.

  “Brandon…” Sandra started, but he interrupted her.

  “Baby, relax. It’s fine. You’re fine. You’re with me.” He smiled, and pressed his lips to the flesh on the bottom of her stomach. The heat of his mouth seared through her body. Nobody else had ever kissed her there, not quite like that. “I’m not going to do anything until you’re ready,” he promised.

  “I want you, Brandon, but—”

  “You don’t need to explain anything. I understand. There’s no rush.” His fingers came away from the elastic of her panties. “I promised I’d take care of you. This way, I just get more time to explore every inch of your delicious body.”

  Sandra could hardly believe the sincerity in his voice. True to his word, Brandon lowered his mouth to the inside of her leg, one and then the other, and kissed his way down to her knee and back up again. His hand reached to grab hers, and Sandra savored the little connection.

  Somehow, that small gesture made a world of a difference to her. The crucial link was enough to make her subconscious worries start to melt away. Brandon climbed over her again, and lowered his mouth to kiss her just as sweetly as last time. Sandra began to relax, feeling safe and comfortable surrounded by Brandon’s body. His free hand moved down toward her sex. This time she didn’t stop him. He slid his fingers over the moist fabric of her panties, and then his thumb began to trace soft, gentle circles right against her clit.

  Sandra shuddered into his kiss as the first ripple of pleasure took
her body.

  “Jesus, look at you, Sandra,” Brandon breathed. “You’re so beautiful when you let yourself go.” His thumb continued its sensual exploration. Sandra moaned a little in reply. She could feel the muscles in her core loosening in response to Brandon’s smooth, steady voice—and his sinful touch. “I love the way your chest and neck flush when you respond to me.”

  “Brandon…” Sandra managed, buckling her hips up in response to the tingles of pleasure that his thumb produced.

  He growled, and then kissed her again. The circles his thumb made became a little more penetrating, a little deeper. The warmth of his body against hers made her feel protected. “Listen to your body,” he whispered. “Let it tell you what feels right.”

  She knew what felt right. Him, paying more attention to her needs than any man before. His hand slipped beneath the fabric of her panties, and Sandra gave a convulsive moan in reply. She lost herself in the dark alexandrite depths of his eyes as he pushed one finger into her, slowly. Her muscles constricted around him. Her body rocked with every thundering heartbeat.

  “Oh God, you’re so fucking tight.” Brandon’s voice was a hoarse groan. “But you’re so wet for me.”

  “I’m ready for you, Brandon.”

  “No. Not yet.” His finger started moving in and out of her in deep, slow motions, easing her body into the sensation. Sandra moaned as small ripples of pleasure washed over her. “You’re still too tight. I’m not going to hurt you. Not our first time. I’m not going to lose control. Not yet.”

  And what if I want you to? But instead of saying anything, Sandra bit down on her lip and gripped Brandon’s hand harder. Suddenly one finger became two, and Sandra gasped at how stretched that made her feel. But… it was a good feeling. An excruciatingly good feeling. He moved his fingers in and out, in and out, faster and faster, until the tightness no longer seemed to matter.

  “Brandon. Brandon!” Her breaths were coming hard and fast. A mist of sweat coated her body. As Brandon kept moving his hand, Sandra’s mind focused on rhythmic sensations radiating through her core. “Oh my God! That feels so good!” she moaned.

  “You’re going to come for me, baby,” Brandon promised. He shifted down, settling his shoulders between her legs. “I know you are.” He let go of her hand to slide her panties halfway down her legs, and his tongue joined in on the barrage on her senses. Sandra whimpered as Brandon’s tongue lapped at her clit while his fingers continued their expert movements in and out of her body. She let her head fall back as she was overcome by an inundation of pure bliss.

  Suddenly she recognized the building tension on the horizon, that heightened pressure that could only signal one thing… One thing that no man had ever been able to coax out of her. Her breaths became even more ragged, and she found herself swallowed by disbelief that Brandon was pushing her to climax. Her core tightened and squeezed against his fingers on the verge of orgasm. When Brandon grasped a tender breast with his free hand, the sharp sensation shot her straight over the edge.

  She moaned and came around his fingers, crying out as her body exploded in a wave of cataclysmic pleasure. It blinded all her feelings and overwhelmed everything she knew. Her hips buckled into Brandon’s hand, and he urged more out of her, leaving her gasping and raw as he extracted the very last bits of pleasure from her body.

  She lay there panting, unable to comprehend what had just happened. She’d never been touched like that before. Henry had kept sex restricted to the missionary position, and needed to have the lights off the whole time. Needless to say, he was never aware of her pleasure—if there was any.

  Slowly, Sandra drifted down from the pinnacle of carnal gratification. Brandon’s rumbling voice pulled her from the daze. “I love the way you respond to me.”

  Sandra opened her eyes, then, and tilted her head up to look at the man who had sent her to such heights of ecstasy. It was so much better this way—so much better with him. Her woozy brain took too long to frame a coherent reply. Her best effort was to smile drunkenly. Brandon’s body glistened with sweat; Sandra knew her skin was damp, too. His hands made light, brushing movements up and down her thighs. His eyes—those pale green, beautiful saucers—had that intense, focused look in them again. The hunter’s look.

  “I think you’re ready for me now.”

  Sandra’s eyes widened as she realized what he meant. YES! a voice screamed in her head. Even though she was still raw and sensitive from last time, she trusted Brandon to understand that, and knew, somehow, that he would only push her as far as she was willing to go. She nodded.

  Brandon smiled, and stood up at the foot of the bed. His pants were still on, tented by a noticeable hard-on. He unbuckled his belt, never taking his eyes off her, and slid it out from the loops of his slacks. Sandra wanted to move to help him, but something in his gaze told her to stay right there. She was unsure her wobbly limbs would support her if she tried.

  She was fascinated by the raw desire burning in Brandon’s eyes. Knowing that she was the object of that desire made everything more surreal. She could tell how much he wanted her, but somehow, he’d kept that hunger in check this whole time, focusing on her pleasure and comfort ahead of his own. His understanding astounded her.

  She could see how hard it was for him to hold back, especially with her lying there with legs spread for him. His arms trembled and his jaw clenched as he undid the button holding his pants up. Brandon’s every movement seemed an exercise in restraint

  He reached into a pocket before taking his pants off, and took out a square plastic wrapper. “If I told you I’m clean, and I’ve been tested,” he grated, “would you trust me?”

  “Yes,” Sandra whispered.

  “Are you on birth control?”

  “Yes.”

  His face became a mask of unbridled desire. “Then we won’t need this.” He dropped the condom to the floor. Moments later, his pants joined the small square. Sandra could see the outline of his magnificent cock through the thin fabric of his briefs. Her breathing increased. Brandon knelt on the bed, and positioned himself between her legs. Sandra’s chest heaved even harder. Brandon hooked his fingers into the waistband of his underwear and pushed it down. Sandra gasped as his freed cock slapped hard against his taut abdomen. She raised her legs in anticipation.

  Using one hand, Brandon guided his penis around her throbbing flesh, acclimating her to his touch. “Slowly,” he whispered, half to himself. “Carefully.”

  A part of Sandra wanted Brandon to lose control, wanted him to thrust into her with raw hunger and desire and hold nothing back. But she knew—as Brandon did—that she wasn’t ready for it, not yet.

  So she waited, body trembling in expectation of the pleasure he would bring her again, as Brandon moved his cock up and down along the outside of her sex. He was so close, so tantalizingly close… and then his head pushed in, and Sandra gasped and stiffened at the same time.

  “Relax, baby. I’ve got you.” Brandon leaned over her body, steadying himself with fists on the mattress by her shoulders. He looked straight in her eyes and pushed just a little farther in. Again, Sandra’s muscles contracted in protest, but the tight feeling was so good, and after a moment she let herself relax.

  Bit by bit, Brandon penetrated deeper and deeper into her. Sandra could tell by his labored breathing how hard going slow was on him. She could tell how much he wanted to stop holding back and lay waste to her body. But he didn’t do that. Instead, he was focused on her comfort. And when Sandra felt his hard abs against her belly, felt the head of his cock press into the end of her, she knew she was finally ready for him.

  Brandon knew, too. He responded by withdrawing in a long, smooth motion. Sandra moaned when he slid back in, and her muscles tightened around his cock. She loved how complete he made her feel. He lifted her neck with one hand, pulled her toward him, and kissed her deeply through his languid thrusts.

  Sandra lost herself in the wonderful feeling of fullness that Brandon gave her. “You�
��re so beautiful,” he whispered as he pulsed inside her. “So delicate.”

  Sandra shivered, consumed by the tempest of slow, sensual lovemaking. And then, for the second time this morning, that tingling sensation came upon her again, warning her of the oncoming climax. Her core clenched and quivered in the first tides of orgasm, and Sandra squirmed with the pleasure of Brandon’s rhythmic, deep plunges.

  She came and cried out his name, squeezing around his hardness, pulling him deeper within her. She reached with both hands to wrap her fingers around Brandon’s forearms, digging her nails into his flesh to bind herself to his unshakeable strength. The crest swept through her system in a piercing flash, violent shivers rocked her body, and she shattered completely with Brandon still inside her.

  But Brandon wasn’t done yet. His thrusts became deeper, more penetrating, faster, and for a moment Sandra thought pain would overcome her pleasure, but then the crest came again, and her sex pulsed around Brandon as she gave into another blinding orgasm. She felt Brandon tense then, and suddenly he pulled out.

  “Oh God, Sandra!” He shuddered once above her, eyes closed. The climax shot through him, and hot thickness seared her flesh from her navel to her breasts. When he was done, complete in his own orgasm, Sandra was left frail and trembling with pleasure beneath him.

  Brandon groaned as his eyelids slowly fluttered to life. He had a sleepy look as he smiled down at her, and gaze reached deep into her eyes. Sandra felt a momentary fear at the surprising intimacy of the moment. But when he lowered his head and kissed her with a passion that told her he understood her vulnerability, she forgot everything else. She sated in the slow, hot burn of that kiss. When he finally let her go, she fell back, muscles limp, body damp with sweat, and let herself bask in the afterglow of their perfect time together.

  Chapter Sixteen

  “Nobody has ever…” Sandra shuddered in memory. “Nobody has ever made love to me like that.”