Intrigued and Enchanted (14 page)

Brandon returns with a bottle of Prosecco and two glasses. He pours a glass for each of us and hands me a glass before sitting down on the sofa across from me. Shit. He doesn’t even want to sit next to me now. I have made a total mess of this. I start my verbal vomit without thinking.

“I’m so sorry I ruined this Brandon. I didn’t mean to put you off.” He cuts me off.

“Lily. Calm down. You haven’t ruined anything. You certainly haven’t put me off sweet girl. I just want to take it slow and put your mind at ease. I don’t want you to be worrying. I want you to relax and enjoy yourself.” A small smile touches the corners of my lips.

“I’m not some player from a romance novel Lily. I haven’t slept with hundreds of women. I’ve never done the one night stand thing. It’s just not who I am. I’m not a bad boy. If that’s what you’re looking for, I’m not it. I’ve slept with a grand total of five women, and I was in what I would consider a long-term monogamous relationship with each of them. Was I in love with them? No. I cared about each of them, and I thought I loved Victoria but I know now that what we had wasn’t really love. Yes I have experience, and yes I’m going to make you come in ways you never thought possible sweetheart, but I’m not a man whore Lily.”

That makes me feel a little better.

“And as for – how can you compare? There is no comparison Lily. I have never been so drawn to a woman in my life. The stuff that we’ve done together so far has felt better than any sex I’ve ever had. Trust me, it’s going to be amazing between us. It couldn’t
not
be.”

He slowly places his glass on a side table and moves towards me with the lithe elegance and precision of a panther. He holds his hands out to me, a smouldering look on his face. I couldn’t speak even if I wanted to. Taking his hands, the electricity that buzzes through my hands, up my arms and down my body straight to my core, makes me gasp.

“Do you feel that Lily?” He says in a low breathy voice, leaning in to nibble my ear.

“That’s why sex between us is going to be mind-blowing. Are you sure about this sweet girl? Because once I take you to my bedroom and strip you out of this fabulous dress, I
will
be making love to you.” My heart is going to shatter into a million pieces when this is over, but I love this man and I want him to make love to me more than I want my next breath.

“Make love to me Brandon.” With that he leads me from the lounge area, down a beautiful hallway and up a flight of stairs into the master suite.

It’s stunning, but I can’t take in the details with my Adonis standing before me. He walks over to the massive bed and sits me down on the crisp white covers. It’s so soft and plush and the pillows look so plump and inviting. I watch as he removes his jacket and tie, setting them over a chaise on the other side of the room and loosening the top few buttons on his shirt.

He kicks off his shoes and socks, removes his watch, placing it on a table by the windows which boasts the same spectacular view as the living area. He stalks towards me, the muscles in his arms flexing under his shirt. He rolls up his sleeves showing his corded forearms which are extremely sexy.

“Let’s get these pins out of your hair. May I?” He crawls onto the bed behind me, running his hands along my shoulders and up my neck, nibbling with his teeth. I drop my head to the side to give him better access to my neck. He takes this as a yes, very carefully starting to remove the pins from my hair, running each loosened tendril through his long fingers. As I relish the feeling of his hands in my hair, I take a moment to absorb my surroundings.

The room reflects Brandon perfectly – masculine yet sumptuous, decadent yet comfortable. The wall of windows is the perfect backdrop for any room. The other walls are a rich teal colour; they almost look like velvet. There are elegant large framed black and white photographs on the wall behind the bed. They are stunning pieces, sensual and erotic without being tawdry. You can’t see anything explicit, but you can tell that the bodies in the photos have intimate knowledge of each other. I can feel their deep connection leaping out at me. It’s what makes them so beautiful.

“You like?” Taking the last pins from my hair.

“They’re wonderful Brandon. The connection between them is almost tangible, so sensual and tasteful. I love them.” He’s nibbling my neck as I speak, his fingers moving to unzip the back of my dress.

“The connection is what drew me to them…” I don’t think he’s just talking about the art on his walls.

“Do you feel the connection Lily?” Raining open mouthed kisses down my neck as his fingers blaze a trail down my back unzipping me. Even the smallest touch of his hand has me on fire.

“Yes Brandon, I feel it.” How could I not? No one has ever elicited such feelings in me. As he slips my dress off my shoulders, he kisses every inch of my now exposed skin with reverence. I feel completely worshipped.

“Stand up and turn around to face me Lily.” I do as he asks, trying to tame my raging nerves as I stand. My dress falls to the floor and as I turn I step out of it. I can’t resist the urge to shield my body with my arms as much as possible; I’m standing in front of this picture of perfection in my bra, panties and my high heels, feeling self-conscious without a clue what to do.

“Don’t hide from me baby. You have nothing to feel insecure about.” Can he read my mind? Seriously.

“Your body is stunning Lily…simply stunning.” I drop my arms to my sides and let him look at me. Raking his gaze over every inch of my body he crawls off the bed, picking up my dress and laying it over a chair. He walks around me, slowly, making his appreciation known with his sexy groans.

“God Lily. You are going to kill me with this tight little body of yours.” He stands in front of me.

“Undress me sweetheart.” Oh. My. God. My hands are shaking as I move to unbutton his waistcoat. When I manage to get it undone I push it over his broad shoulder and let it drop to the floor. As I put my hands on his chest to unbutton his shirt I can’t disguise the trembling. He clasps my hands in his, holding them to his warm, hard chest.

“Breathe Lily. I’ve got you. Just relax.” The sound of his voice is soothing, calming my nerves.

I lift my eyes to look at him. His eyes smouldering. He dips his head and kisses me, gentle at first, coaxing me to open for him. As the kiss deepens my fingers make short work of his buttons. I run my hands up his muscled torso before ripping his shirt over his shoulders and throwing it to the ground. As our tongues grow hungry and urgent I move to his pants, unzipping and letting them drop. He steps out of them and moves me to the bed without breaking our kiss.

“Lie on the bed Lily” Taking my hand to steady me I do as he asks.

“You are a vision. So pretty, so beautiful.” Brandon moves onto the bed, between my legs, spreading them to accommodate his imposing frame. He lifts each leg in turn, removing my heels and running his fingers over my instep and up my calf, continuing up my thigh, stopping short of where I want him to focus his ministrations. He does the same with the other leg, teasing me as he leaves me wanting more. I can feel my panties growing wet.

Just the sight of him in nothing but his Calvin Klein’s is enough to make me wet, but combine that with each sensual touch and I’m more than ready for him. He truly looks like a God in front of me; sexy tanned skin, broad shoulders tapering down to a slim waist and hips; every muscle perfectly defined; strong thighs, solid sinewy arms; every inch of his body screaming that he can control me, and I want him to.

His beautiful ice-blue eyes drink me in from my flowing blonde hair fanned out on the pillow around me, down to my silver painted toenails. I have never felt so desired in my life.

“Sweet girl. I am going to kiss every inch of you, claiming you as mine.” With that his arms come down to rest at the sides of my head and his mouth lowers to mine. My hands begin to explore his back, feeling his taught muscles move under my fingers. His skin feels so soft, but it’s covering a body so hard and so perfect, he could be one of Michelangelo’s masterpieces.

“You taste so sweet Lily.” Holding his weight above me with one arm, his other hand drifts to my breasts, kneading them through my lace bra. It feels so good. My nipples begin to harden at his touch. His fingers slip inside one of the cups, pulling the lace out of the way, exposing my breast.

“Such pert little rosebuds. So responsive.” His tongue replaces his fingers, sucking my nipple into his warm mouth. Swirling his tongue around the tip.

“Oh…Brandon.” His fingers moving up to release my other breast, rolling it between his thumb and index finger; hardening it further. He moves his tongue over to lavish the same attention on that nipple and I can feel it shooting down to ‘little Lil’.

My hands are fisting in his soft black hair, pulling him as close as I can get him, but it never feels like enough. He places a tiny bite on my nipple and my back arches off the bed with the pleasurable pain of it. In a split second his hands are under me, unfastening my bra and peeling it down my arms. With my arms out in front of me to let him remove my bra, he twists it around my wrists, and pushes my hands above my head.

“You’re so fucking beautiful Lily.” He runs his hands down my arms, followed by open mouthed kisses and slight flicks of his tongue; leaving behind a trail of want and desire that has me panting for more. He kisses his way down, laving every inch of me with attention; his fingers starting to tease the edges of my panties; occasionally dipping a finger underneath to torment me.

“You’ve had these on long enough sweet girl.” Biting his lip he hooks his fingers under the sides of my lace panties and drags them down my legs torturously slow; never taking his eyes from mine. God his eyes are gorgeous. His burning pools of ice blue dip down to look at my exposed sex; his breath quickening and his length hardening at the sight.

“God baby, I can see how wet you are for me, and it’s so fucking hot.” It makes me feel so sexy watching him harden further under his boxer shorts just from looking at me.

“Take your shorts off Brandon. I want to see all of you.” His eyes widen at my words and a sexy as sin smile spreads over his lips. He leaves me sprawled on the bed with my hands entwined with my own bra, above my head.

Standing at the foot of the bed he slowly pushes his shorts down, his impressive length springing free, letting them drop to the floor. He just stands there for a moment, his eyes locked on me, watching me as I memorise the perfection of his body. I can’t pull my gaze away from his delicious V, his happy trail of black hair on his edible olive skin, leading down to his beautiful cock, hard and ready because of me. I am so turned on. I sit up on the bed to get a better view of him. With my hands draped in between my legs I can feel the heat radiating from my sex.

“Make love to me Brandon.” His sexy smile drops and an intense look takes its place on his stunning features. He crawls back onto the bed and pulls my bra from around my wrists.

Itching to touch him, I grab his face in my hands, feeling the scruff on my palms, pulling his lips towards mine. His arm snakes around my back and lowers me to the bed with tender precision; his body hovering over mine; the promise of something amazing in the air between us.

There is an unspoken dialogue between us. My body is begging for Brandon with every breath. As the weight of his body presses down on me, I feel his hard length pressing against my thighs. I open my legs to him, letting his cock caress my folds. I want to thrust my hips up to take him in, but he pushes my hips down into the bed.

“I want to make sure you’re ready for me Lily. I don’t want to hurt you.” He flicks his tongue out to lick my bottom lip before moving down my body. His strong callused hands grasp my thighs and push my legs apart, as wide as they can go; exposing my sex to him. He runs his nose from my entrance, up my folds, to my clit, nuzzling the small patch of hair left after waxing.

“God..you smell so good, I can’t wait any longer. I need a taste of you...now.” His tongue follows the same path as his nose, in a long, hard lick.

“Fuck Lily. You are so wet for me...and this sweet little pussy of yours tastes as good as it looks.” Groans escape my chest in a plea for more. His tongue feels so amazing, sending electricity sparking to every nerve ending in my body. I can feel the now familiar pull in my stomach, heralding something explosive that only Brandon can elicit from my body. As the pleasure becomes more intense, Brandon’s fingers gently open my folds; alternating between raining open-mouthed kisses around my clit and darting his tongue out to flick the small bundle of nerves that hold the key to my undoing.

As his tongue becomes faster, harder, and more urgent, satisfied moans escape him, vibrating against my clit. I can’t hold back any longer. A rainbow of sensation explodes in my core and radiates throughout my body, causing wave after wave of pleasure.

I’m screaming Brandon’s name, grabbing fistfuls of his hair, holding him to me; riding his face as the aftershocks keep flowing through me. It’s so intense, but it leaves me wanting more of him. I want to feel him inside me; I want to connect with him on the deepest level possible.

“Oh my God Brandon. I need you inside me…please…please…Brandon.”

“I’ve got you Lily.” He thrusts his finger inside me.

“Oh God.” A moment later there are two fingers thrusting vigorously inside me, stretching me, stroking just the right spot inside and it has me on the edge of orgasm so quickly, I physically can’t hold back. My orgasm rips through me, quick and hard. Brandon pulls his fingers out of me and places them in his mouth; sucking them.

“So sweet. You look so fucking beautiful when you come Lily. I want all of your pleasure to come from me.” He crawls up my body and puts his hand under the pillow, producing a condom packet. As he moves to rip it open with his teeth, I find a confidence I didn’t know I had. I can feel the blush rising in my cheeks as I say it, unsure of what his reaction will be.

“I don’t want you to use it. I want to feel all of you.” Brandon’s breath catches in his chest; his eyes fierce with some emotion I’m not sure of.