Chapter 4 ~ Sweet Relief
About 20 minutes in, I was already letting out squeaks of terror. I had totally forgotten how scary this movie was and wished I had picked something a little less intense. I had my hands in front of my face, but I was peeking through my fingers to see what was going on. Braxton, on the other hand, was as relaxed as ever. I don’t think I saw him jump at all when the little possessed doll jumped out at the characters on the screen.
He just sipped his beer and draped his arm behind me along the back of the couch. Just as another jump scare came on, I screamed and Braxton grabbed my shoulder and pulled me towards him and tucking my head to his chest. Usually I would have felt uncomfortable if a guy had done this after only several hours of knowing him, but with Braxton it felt as if we had been doing this forever. The gesture was comforting, and I felt a lot safer in his arms. As cliché as it was, that was the truth. We just clicked. I felt him lean over and the T.V blinked off, then it was quiet around us. He leaned back and put his other hand on the back of my head.
“I think we could cut the movie short for tonight. That is, if it’s alright with you?” I looked up and was not prepared to see him this close up, let alone looking at me the way he was. His eyes were intense, and his gaze flicked from my eyes to my lips and back again. He was holding himself back and I could definitely appreciate the effort and respected him for not pushing himself on me, wanting me to make a move first.
“Yeah, that’s ok. I forgot how creepy that one was when I played it. We should probably get some sleep anyway.” But even as I said this, neither of us made a move to break apart and get up. There was electricity in the air and I could feel the currents flowing between us.
He moved his hand to the side of my face and rubbed his thumb across the apple of my cheek. “I’ve never met anyone quite like you before. I just met you, but I feel like I’ve known you much longer than a day.”
He whispered this, as if he didn’t want to ruin the mood. Yes, there was definitely a mood. I could feel it settle around us like a blanket of warm feelings and desire. I did agree with what he had said though. This connection between us was completely unexpected, but not exactly unwelcome at the same time. I’d never felt like this about anyone else either and it scared the crap out of me. It also excited me, maybe a bit more than I’d care to admit.
I wasn’t a slut, just willing to sleep with whomever I was attracted to. I felt like sleeping with Braxton, no matter what happened afterwards, wouldn’t be a mistake though. And that scared me too. My heart was racing, and my arms were still between us. I put my hands on his chest and whispered back to him.
“I know exactly what you mean. I’m not usually like this or anything. I’m not the type of person who would go around and be with just anyone. I don’t really know much about you, but I like what I do know. And I’d really like to know more, if you want that too. I mean, I don’t want to put pressure on you or anything. And I don’t want to assume what you’re thinking or feeling but I --".
He cut off my rambling by bringing his lips to mine and kissing me like he needed it bad. My brain shut off and I let out a small moan as I melted into the kiss. His hands moved into my hair as mine slipped up his chest and around his neck. His tongue slid against my lips and I opened my mouth to him. The second our tongues touched he pulled me fully onto his lap so that I was straddling his thighs. We tried to get as close as possible, but it just wasn’t close enough. His hands left my hair and went to my hips as he moved to stand. I wrapped my legs around his waist and his hands moved to my ass, holding me against him. I broke away to catch my breath, but Braxton just took it in stride and started kissing down from my jaw to my neck. I tightened my legs around him and felt him how hard he was against me. He was BIG. Which I should’ve expected since the rest of him was pretty big too, but you can never be too certain about those things. He rubbed me up against him, rocking as he went. Just as I felt like I might explode from all the sensations he was making me feel, he started walking us towards his bedroom.
It was dark in there, but he flicked on a bedside lamp that was touch sensitive, so it wasn’t too bright, just light enough to make out most details. He set me on the bed so gently he made me feel fragile. While I laid there, he stood back a couple steps and reached behind his neck to pull off his shirt and damn, was he beautiful. A solid chest which was covered in a light smattering of brown hair and a happy trail that ran down his rock-hard abs and disappeared into the top of his jeans where I could see just how happy he was. Wink wink.
I was getting so turned on watching him that I also came right there when he unbuckled and pushed down his pants to reveal his hard cock. He was so big that I had a feeling I was going to be way sore in the morning, especially if we did it more than once, which I had every intention of doing.
As he came forward like a panther stalking his prey, his eyes staring down into mine, I stood up and put my hands to his chest turning him around while moving him in the direction of the bed. He took a seat while I stood in front of him. Keeping my eyes on his, I reached for the end of my shirt and lifted it up off me. Cupping my boobs first, I slid my hands down over my stomach and unbuttoned my jeans. Braxton palmed his cock, stoking slowly while his eyes devoured my body. I shimmied out of my jeans, which left me in only a white lace thong and matching bra. I moved my hair over my shoulders and out of the way, so his view wasn’t obstructed by anything.
“Come here. Please.” He sounded a bit desperate and his voice was thick with need. He swallowed and held out his hand as I stepped closer to him. The “please” was what made me want him more. The fact that he’s naked and I’m just about there too and he’s still being gentle, just about did me in. I was right in front of him now and he gripped my hips and pulled me to stand right between his legs, so I was pressed against him, his length pressing on my belly. He was so tall that even sitting down, his head was still above mine, of course the bed was also raised a bit. He unhooked and slipped off my bra then pulled down my thong, so I could step out of it. He put his hands on my hips and leaned back a bit to look me over. I sent a thanks upwards, happy to have done some girl maintenance the day before.
“God, you’re beautiful. I feel like I’m going to blink and you’re not going to actually be here, that this is a part of some dream.” He spoke softly like he really did believe I wouldn’t be there if he closed his eyes for too long. Putting my hands on his shoulders, I looked into his green eyes. “Does this feel like a dream to you?”
I took his hands from my hips and moved them down to my ass, loving the feel of his big callused hands on my soft skin. I kissed him and pushed him back, so he would scoot more onto the bed, which was tricky while kissing but we made it work. When his head was on the pillows, I broke away from his lips and made my way south of the border. Raining kisses down his chest and over his abs, I could hear his breathing get faster as he waited in anticipation. When I got to where I was going, I licked over his tip and took him fully into my mouth. His hands seized my hair and he bucked his hips once, then twice. I clamped down on his thighs with my hands so he wouldn't move too much. Drawing him almost all the way out of my mouth before sucking him back in.
Just when I was getting into a rhythm, he reached down, grabbed me under my arms and flipped me onto my back. Before I could ask if I had done something wrong, he was down between my legs. Parting my lower lips with his fingers, he swiped his tongue over my clit and dove in, lapping me up like I was the best thing he’d ever had his mouth on.
“Oh my god! Braxton don’t stop!” I moaned while watching him. He lifted his head up for a second. “I don’t plan to until I make you scream.” I met his eyes and felt my face get warm. He smirked before going back at it. This time, using two fingers along with his tongue to work me into knots until I really did scream. I came so hard, I saw stars and felt like I was floating. He pulled out his fingers and licked them clean. I had never been a fan of the idea of having someone put their mouth on me, but it was so hot seeing him between my legs, plus, he was amazing at it so it wasn't too much of a hardship.
“You taste just so damn good. So thick and sweet. Just like honey.” He moved up my body and settled himself down on top of me. I slid my fingers in his hair and pulled his mouth to mine. Our lips devoured each other as he rocked his hips into me. I could feel drops of precum drip out of him. He moved to grab a condom from the nightstand, but I wanted to feel his naked cock sliding in and out of me. I put my hand on his arm. “I’m on the pill and I’m clean. I just had an appointment recently. If you're up for it I really want to feel you inside me with nothing between us.”
“I’ve never been with a woman without a condom and I’m clean too. I have to get checked regularly for work.” After he said this, he slipped inside all at once while bringing his lips down on mine and swallowing my moan. He slid out to the tip and slammed back into me pulling a scream from my lips. It was the hottest thing I’ve ever experienced. Over and over, he pulled out before slamming back into place. He fit perfectly. And as much as I loved what he was doing I needed more. “Faster Braxton!”
He grabbed my wrists and put them in one hand over my head, the action arching my back and pushing my boobs higher. His other hand was under me gripping my ass. He closed his mouth around a nipple as he went faster. His dick pounded in and out of me and I could feel myself tighten around him and another orgasm was building quickly. I was moaning and writhing around like I was in heat and he was making me feel like I was about to explode.
“Come for me Hope!” He slammed into me one last time and it pushed me over the edge and into oblivion. I screamed his name as my release and the effects of it made him come with me. He growled in my ear as he came inside me, telling me how insanely good I felt and how beautiful I look when I come.
Braxton slowed down, letting us come down from bliss together. Releasing my wrists, he looked into my eyes and, despite all that just happened between us, his stare made me feel a bit shy and embarrassed of how vocal I had been. I avoided his gaze until he lifted my chin and made me look at him directly.
“That was beyond amazing, and I’ve never felt anything like it in my life. I know we just met, and I swear to you this wasn’t my intention at all, but I don’t regret it one bit and I really hope you don’t either.”
He rolled to the side and pulled me with him, using his arm to cushion my head. His other hand skimmed up and down my side while he waited for a response. I took a deep breath before I said anything.
“I don’t regret it either and amazing doesn't begin to describe what we just did. I really was being honest earlier when I said that I’m not this type of girl. I just feel something towards you and I don’t really know what that means, but I’m not afraid of trying to figure it out if you aren’t. I know it’s way too early, but I really wouldn’t have slept with you if I felt absolutely nothing for you. And it was almost impossible to feel nothing, I mean have you met yourself? You obviously have a good heart and are honest and caring. I mean, you checked on me and brought me to your home to make sure I was ok and I’m a total stranger. Also, that being said, I hope you don’t make a habit of bringing unconscious, strange women into your home.”
I looked up at him and gave him a little smile to show I was joking. Kind of. I mean, I did just meet the guy. He smiled back at me and brought his lips to mine in a gesture so soft it melted my heart.
“No, I don’t go bringing women home, especially those of the unconscious kind. I don’t bring any women here. I never wanted to be the guy that brought girls home for a one-night stand. I don’t know what it was about you that made me feel differently, but I’m glad I do. And not just for the obvious reasons.”
He moved his hand to cup my ass, showing what he meant. I don’t completely know why, but I believed him and I told him so. “I don’t know why, but I trust you. I'm all for making this a thing and taking it slow, or at least medium speed since we did just have sex, but please don’t make me regret this.”
Braxton kissed my forehead and let out a sigh of contentment. “I promise you, I won’t.” He pulled out of me and I felt empty without him. He stood up from the bed and walked through a door that opened up to be a connected bathroom. I heard the water turn on for a moment then shut off. He came back to the bed with a washcloth in hand and cleaned me up. His touch was so gentle and caring that it made tears come to my eyes, but before they could embarrass me further, I blinked them away.
He tossed the rag into a hamper in the corner of the room, touched the light a couple times to shut it off, then gathered me into his arms. He pulled a blanket over us and I was out before I knew it.