Intrigued and Enchanted (6 page)

“Lily. I haven’t even begun to spoil you yet darling. Now eat up.”

We eat and drink and talk. Brandon really is a great cook. We’re on to our second bottle of Prosecco in no time.

“How are we getting home if you’re drinking Brandon?” I am definitely a bit tipsy at this point.

“Angus will come pick us up in the SUV later unless I advise him otherwise.”

“Why would you advise him otherwise?” I am getting giggly now.

“Are you trying to keep me here and take advantage of me?” I need to shut up now.

“I would never take advantage Lily. I told you, I will only do what you want me to. I’ve been getting mixed signals today; you’re a mystery to me. One that I would very much like to solve. When I think I know what you want, you pull away from me. Tell me Lily, what do you like?”

“I don’t know what you mean Brandon.”

“Don’t be coy Lily. I’m serious. I want to know what you like in a lover. What can I do for you that will satisfy you?” I really shouldn’t have had so much to drink. My brain to mouth filter is completely shut off. Before I know it I’m saying it out loud.

“I don’t know. I’ve never had a lover.” Brandon’s face is frozen, a look of shock across his flawless features. Then the look in his eyes changes, he looks almost pained. He drops his head into his hands and starts muttering under his breath.

“I’m a fucking idiot. I thought you were just a bit shy.”

“Brandon, its fine. I understand. It wouldn’t be enjoyable for you sleeping with a virgin. I wouldn’t know how to please you. I’d be a disappointment. Don’t worry about it. We’ll just head back when Angus gets here and leave it at that.”

It’s my turn to be frozen to the spot. Brandon looks angry.

“Is that what you really think of me Lily? Fuck. I’m fucking pissed at myself for how I acted earlier in the cove. Telling you I was going to take you right there if you kept touching me, and pushing my cock against you like a fucking horny animal. I’m so sorry Lily. I should never have done that. I certainly wouldn’t have even contemplated staying here for the entire weekend if I’d known.” He gets up from the table and kneels down in front of me.

“Trust me Lily, making love to you would never be a disappointment. Please look at me…Lily. You are the most beautiful woman I have ever seen. I want to kiss every inch of your delectable body. I want to give you pleasure like you’ve never felt before. I want to ruin you for other men Lily…but…I would never take this from you, knowing that you deserve better than me.”

As he sits before me, I stare into his eyes, ice blue and sparkling with tenderness and affection.

“Touch me Brandon.” Where is this sudden surge of confidence coming from?

“Don’t ask that of me Lily. I know if I touch you, if I taste you, I’ll want more.”

I part my legs slightly, inviting him to move closer to me.

“Touch me Brandon.” My voice a whisper.

“Stay here with me tonight Lily. Let me show you what it could be like between us.” I hesitate. I’m scared to let this man too close to me, but my body is screaming at me to let him.

“I’m not going to have sex with you tonight Lily. You’ve been drinking, and I want you to make that decision when you’re ready and when you’re sober. I do want you to stay here and let me give you pleasure. Please say yes Lily.” It’s barely audible when I answer him.

“Yes Brandon”. He’s crashing his lips down on mine before I finish saying his name. This is a different kind of kiss. This is desperate and needy, like he needs me more than his next breath. He releases my hair from its bun and fists his hands into my curls, holding my head where he wants me. This is not gentle, and I love it. There’s a dominance about him that calls to me, and I’m more than willing to submit to him.

“God Lily, you taste so sweet, I want to taste every inch of you.” He takes my hand and leads me down the hallway towards the bedroom, his eyes never leaving mine. The bedroom is magnificent. Soft green walls, gorgeous French style furnishings and the biggest four poster bed I’ve seen in my life. It’s draped with organza, crisp white linens and gorgeous plump pillows.

“I’ll give you one chance to walk away Lily. Once we do this, there is no going back. You’ll be mine.” He takes my silence as his answer and walks me over to the bed.

“You. Are. So. Beautiful.” Kissing me softly between words. My body is alive with anticipation, my skin burning under every touch, every kiss.

He slowly pushes the straps of my dress down my shoulders revealing my white lace bra, trailing kisses across my shoulders and down my chest. His skilled fingers flick the catch of my bra and he gently removes it, all the while holding my gaze. When my bra drops to the bedroom floor, Brandon claims my mouth with his, teasing me, stroking my tongue with his. I want to feel his skin against mine.

I start to unbutton his shirt, and slide my hand underneath to feel his taught skin. As soon as my hand touches his chest he tugs his shirt off, dropping it next to my bra, his lips never losing contact with mine. I press my chest against him and am rewarded with Brandon’s groan into my mouth.

“Fuck Lily. You feel amazing.” He pulls my hair, exposing my neck to his gaze.

“So fucking pretty.” Kissing behind my ear sending a shiver straight down my spine. He continues kissing down my neck, slowly, his hands moving down to cup my breasts. Rolling my nipples between his thumb and forefinger until they hardened under his touch. I can’t stifle my moan. It feels incredible.

“God Lily, you fit my hands perfectly.” He moves his lips down to my right breast, taking the nipple into his mouth, flicking his tongue around and over the tip, his groans of pleasure sending delicious vibrations through my nipple and straight to ‘little Lil’. His hand continues to knead my other breast while his free hand pushes my dress down over my hips to the floor.

“Lie on the bed sweetheart.” I do as he asks, very aware that I’m naked apart from my white lace thong.

“Christ you’re gorgeous.” He climbs onto the bed, parting my legs with his knees so he can move closer on top of me, kissing me with such passion I can feel my lips are swollen. I don’t care. Every touch from Brandon is magnificent and I want more. There’s an ache building inside me that I know only he can satisfy.

“I need to taste you now baby. I can’t wait any longer.” He moves down my body, kissing and nipping at my flesh, his hands caressing my sides, sliding down to my hips.

“I hope these aren’t your favourite panties Lily.” Before I know what’s happening he’s ripping the lace from my body, exposing my slick sex to his burning gaze.

“Your pussy is so pretty baby, so pink, so fucking pretty.” He runs his fingers down my folds, feeling how aroused I am. I can’t watch anymore. I close my eyes and fist my hands in the sheets, letting the sensations wash over me.

“God your so wet Lily. I love how responsive you are to me. Look at me while I pleasure you Lily.” As I open my eyes Brandon lifts his hand to his lips and sucks the evidence of my arousal from his fingers.

“You taste amazing baby, but a taste just isn’t going to be enough for me, I want to feast on your pussy Lily.” His head is between my legs, his tongue licking me from my entrance slowly up to my clit. I feel like an explosion has gone off in my body, every nerve end singing in delight at the sensations his tongue are creating.

“Oh my God Brandon. Oh my God…” I spread my legs as wide as they can go, welcoming anything Brandon wants to do to me, arching my back off the bed with pleasure. Brandon is teasing me, alternating between licking my pussy and kissing my inner thighs, right next to where I want him. The ache between my legs building slowly, becoming almost unbearable. He moves his fingers to my slick entrance, gently inserting one finger inside me.

“You are so fucking tight sweetheart.” He works his finger slowly in and out of me. It feels amazing, but I can’t watch anymore. I close my eyes and focus on the pleasure. Suddenly there are two fingers pushing into me.

“Fuck Lily.” His mouth is on me, kissing my pussy while his fingers work inside me. I have never felt anything like it, his warm wet tongue flicking over my clit, placing open mouthed kisses down my folds and back up to the centre of all my pleasure. When I don’t think I can take it anymore I try to move but Brandon’s hand is splayed on my stomach, holding me in place.

“It’s ok baby, I’ve got you.” His tongue is relentless, moving together with his fingers inside me, creating a perfect rhythm…

“Oh God Brandon, don’t stop, please don’t stop…oh my God…Brandon…Yes…yes…Fuuuuuuuuuckkkkk.” My orgasm rips through me, detonating in a perfect wave of sensation burning throughout my entire body, straight from my core, down to my toes and out to my fingertips. Brandon softly kisses and nuzzles my sex as I ride the aftershocks, bringing me back down gently.

He moves from between my legs and comes up to lie next to me, leaning on his side, his head propped up on his arm so he can look at me.

“You are so fucking exquisite when you come Lily. I’ve never seen anything more beautiful in my life.” He brushes my hair from my face and places a soft kiss on my lips. I can taste myself on his lips and as I suck his tongue into my mouth he groans in appreciation. I lay back down on the bed trying to catch my breath. Realising that I’m completely naked, I move to get under the covers but Brandon stops me.

“Let me look at you Lily. Don’t be shy, your body is perfect…fucking perfect.” He holds his arms out for me to cuddle into him. Being inexperienced I feel unsure of what should happen next. I want to please Brandon.

“What about you Brandon?” He’s stroking his fingers up and down my back as I speak.

“What about me sweetheart?”

“I want to give you pleasure. I don’t know what to do though.” He kisses my forehead, squeezing me tighter to his side.

“Sweetheart, you just gave me immense pleasure. I’m fucking ecstatic right now. Tonight is about you Lily. I don’t expect you to do anything for me. Are you too tired or would you like a bath in that great big tub?”

“A bath sounds amazing.”

“Okay then. You relax while I get it running.”

I crawl under the covers as Brandon disappears into the bathroom. I figure it will take quite some time to fill up the tub - it’s enormous. I must have drifted off because what seems like seconds later I’m woken up by Brandon stroking my face.

“Come on sweet girl, your bath awaits.” He lifts me from the bed, cradled in his arms and I throw my arms around his neck, his chest hair tickling my face. As we enter the bathroom I gasp, taking in the sight before me. Brandon has turned out the lights, filled the bath with sweet smelling bubbles, and there are candles surrounding the edge of the tub. It’s so sweet I have a lump in my throat.

Brandon gently sets me on my feet and holds my hand as I descend into the sunken tub. The water feels amazing as I settle down into the tub. I look up at Brandon, his eyes watching my every move. Holding my gaze, he unbuttons his jeans and pushes them down.

His hard length springs free as his jeans and boxer shorts drop to the floor. Wow. He is huge. I’m pretty sure that will never fit inside me. God he is beautiful. Masculine, muscled yet lean, and every glorious inch of his body is made for sex and sin. My stomach is doing somersaults at the sight of him standing naked before me.

He holds my gaze as he lowers himself into the water, the look in his eyes fierce with an emotion I can’t quite place. Before I can say anything, he lifts me and moves in behind me before settling me in between his legs. I lay my head back against his chest and just enjoy the feeling of his arms and legs wrapped around me. Placing small kisses on my shoulders, enjoying my little moans of pleasure, Brandon makes me feel cherished, and cared for. It’s a lovely feeling, and one I didn’t realise I’ve been missing in my life.

“Mmmmm…Lily. A beautiful name for a beautiful girl. Is that your mom’s favourite flower?” Continuing to kiss my shoulders and up my neck as he speaks.

“No. Actually she named me after her favourite poem by Ted Hughes ‘To Paint a Water Lily’. It’s inspired by Monet’s series of water lilies oil paintings. The poet is talking about the artist depicting the beauty of the lily above the surface of the water. But the poet delves deeper to think about what lies beneath the surface. The creatures and plant life that no one thinks about or depicts in a picture because it’s not pretty. I’ve always thought it was quite fitting for me.”

“What do you mean?” Why did I say all that? Filter Lily, filter.

“Just that people see what they want to see and generally don’t look at the bad stuff under the surface. Once you see the crazy, there’s no putting it back in the box like I told you earlier.” His grip around me tightens.

“There is nothing bad about you Lily. Inside or out.”

“You don’t know me Brandon.”

“I might not know everything about you Lily, but I
know
you. There is nothing you could tell me about yourself that would make me look at you differently.” His tone becomes almost defensive. I turn in his arms to face him.

“Let’s just agree to disagree and leave it at that.” I don’t give him the chance to answer me, I kiss him with everything I have; pouring all my insecurities into this one kiss, savouring every touch of this wonderful man’s lips. I flick my tongue across his lips, taking his sharp intake of breath as an invitation. I dip my tongue into his mouth, gently stroking and exploring him, twisting our tongues together in a perfect dance.

“Lily, I could kiss you forever.” My heart soars at his words, relishing the effect my touch has on him, feeling him harden beneath me. I slide my hand down into the water between our bodies, wrapping it around his hard length.

“Fuck, sweetheart. Calm down or I’ll embarrass myself. You don’t have to do this Lily.”

“I’ve never done this before Brandon, show me what to do. I want to please you. Please let me.” Brandon’s large hand grips mine around his base.

“Like this baby.” He slowly guides my hand up and down the length of him.

“God baby that feels so good. Keep doing that.” He removes his hand and stretches both arms out over the edge of the tub. I watch as he gives in to the pleasure I’m giving him, his head falling back to rest on the tiles, his eyes closed, his breathing shallow. I keep a firm grip and a steady pace.