Hot-Bites, Volume Two by Jenika Snow

10

Braden

“What are you doing?” Macy gasps as I pick her up and carry her into the bathroom.

“I’m going to get us in the shower. I’m going to wash my cum off of your delectable body and then I’m going to bury my fingers in your hair and wash it—”

“I can bathe myself, Braden.”

“Maybe, but it’s more fun my way,” I tell her with a wink.

It’s amazing what a hand job by a beautiful woman can do for your outlook on the day. I turn the shower on, adjusting the water. I turn back around to glance at Macy. She’s standing there looking at me like I’ve lost my mind. Maybe I have, but I don’t really give a fuck. This woman lights a fire in me like nothing and no one ever has before. I feel this connection with her and I don’t know what it is, but I do know I want more of it.

I want more of her.

Hell, I think I want all of her. It’s as simple as that. I’ve always been the type of man who made up my mind quickly and acted on the decision. That’s the sole reason I’m so successful in business. I’m not about to change the way I am now, just because it’s my personal life. I want Macy, and maybe even more than that, I need her in my life.

I step into the shower and turn around to stare at her, daring her without words to join me. I wonder if she’ll back away and go into her shell. Macy hides behind walls and I probably understand that more than anyone else would. I don’t want her to hide from me, though. I need to break down those walls so that she belongs to me completely. She watches me for a minute, biting her bottom lip, making it clear that she doesn’t trust me fully yet.

I want inside of her so much my balls are aching and on the verge of turning blue. I’m not going to take her yet though. I refuse, as long as she doesn’t trust me. Still, it won’t stop me from doing everything in my power to make sure she’s as addicted to me as I am to her.

Macy surprises me, though, and takes off her clothes. I want to enjoy the show, but she does it so quickly that I don’t have that luxury. She gets in the shower, her face a deep red which has nothing to do with the heat of the water.

“Turn around, Macy,” I order, my voice going deep, threaded with my hunger for her.

“Has anyone ever told you that you’re bossy, Braden?” she snaps.

I put a hand on each of her arms and back her until I’m against the shower wall and she’s in front of me positioned under the water.

“Yeah, every day of my damn life,” I murmur as I stare at her throat. I’ve never really noticed necks on women before, but Macy’s is enough to make a man beg. Her neck is long and supple, the muscles moving under it like some exotic dance that draws my eyes constantly. When she holds her head back, allowing the water to cascade over her blond mane, my throat goes dry. I work my fingers through her hair, loving the feel of it curling around my digits.

I take the shampoo and lather it in my hand before massaging it into her scalp. Her body goes slack against me and she emits the sweetest moan that instantly has my cock standing up and begging for attention.

I ignore that need.

This is about Macy and making her feel good. This is about having her come to terms with being mine, belonging to me. I want her to accept my claim on her because I’ve finally decided that I’m not letting her go. Whatever this chemistry is between us, it’s like nothing I’ve ever experienced and I’m not letting it go—it’s too damn good.

“Do you like that, sweetheart?” I ask her, my voice low and full of hunger. My lips are so close to her ear that I can kiss the water off of it.

“Yes,” she murmurs. “You know the right spot to touch me to make me forget why I’m here.”

I don’t let her words sway me, because she can act tough, but I know she’s into this … into me.

Her reply makes me grin, because she has no idea… not yet. I’m going to bombard her body with pleasure, make her a slave to it. I rinse her hair slowly, taking my time, and then do the conditioner. She’s leaning on me now, allowing me control of her hair, of caring for her, and this surge of pride fills me because I like caring for her. I want to be the man she looks to for everything. I want to be the one to always take care of her, to cherish her… I felt that pull from the moment I first saw her and looking into her eyes as she made me come… that feeling got stronger… took over.

Next, I lather my hands with the soap and begin washing her body. I start with her neck, then move over her shoulders and down her back, stopping just at the curve of her ass. My hand shakes with the need to slide between those rosy cheeks and seek out that forbidden opening… the one I’ll claim, possess… own.

I move my hands down her sides, the pads of my fingers tracing the feel of her ribs. As I lean over her body, my heavy, engorged cock slides against her ass. She rubs against it. She wants me as much as I want her, but I resist taking her. At least for right now.

I need everything from this woman. Somehow, I know that is imperative. I let my hands move around to her flat stomach, memorizing the lines of her body, slowly bringing them up to cup her breasts. Her nipples are hard, stabbing against my palms. I squeeze her breasts, kneading them and loving how they are so large they spill out of my hold.

“Braden,” she moans. “I—I’m not … I’m not sure I’m ready to—”

“I’ve got you.”

She whimpers and I can literally feel the doubt in her words. Soon, she will give her body to me freely. For the first time in my life, I’m willing to be patient.

“Relax, my sweet Macy. All I want right now is to make you feel as good as you just made me feel,” I tell her, turning her around so she can see me and walking her backwards so she’s no longer in the spray. It splashes against my back, but I barely pay attention to it—my mind is on something much better.

“I don’t … What are you going to do?” she asks, those eyes of hers dilated in pleasure.

“I’m going to eat that little pussy of yours until you come all over my face,” I growl, kissing her, taking her mouth in a harsh kiss filled with hunger and need.

My tongue attacks her mouth, taking it like a warrior claiming his prize for victory. Her sweetness explodes on my tongue, but it’s not enough. I need more. When we break apart, her eyes open slowly, her lips swollen from my kiss. Our gazes lock, and I don’t blink as I go down on my knees in front of her.

“Braden…” she gasps as I grab her legs and bring one of them over my shoulder, opening up her sweet pussy for my mouth.

“I got you, Macy,” I say again. “I’ll make it good for you, sweetheart,” I assure her, using my fingers to pull the lips of her pussy apart and baring her. My tongue slides against the throbbing nub of her clit and her juices explode on my tongue, giving me a taste of pure heaven. Her fingers tangle in my hair as she tries to grind herself against my tongue.

“Don’t stop, Braden,” she moans.

I look up between her legs, my tongue teasing her entrance, my face buried against her pussy, her head thrown back in pleasure, her body wet and shiny.

She’s a goddess.

She’s mine… and I’m never letting her go.

With that thought solidifying in my mind, I go about eating out her sweet little cunt and owning her body in ways where she’ll find it impossible to walk away…