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Chapter Seventeen

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Melia’s POV.

He pulls away suddenly and I blink a couple of times, still in a daze from his close proximity.

Braxton takes my bag and I toe off my shoes. I shut the front door behind us, and he leads me into the guest bedroom.

It’s a simple room, decorated in greys and whites, very sophisticated. He places my bag on the bed and turns to face me. “I’ve made ramen for dinner, does that sound alright?”

I grin at him. “Sounds healthy and delicious, thank you.”

I follow him out into the living room, and I gasp as I see the pillar candles he has dotted everywhere. They’re flickering in the lounge and dining room. I look, but there’s no rose petals lying around. It’s romantic but isn’t too much.

He shrugs when I look over at him. “Women like candles, or at least, that’s what I’ve learned over the years,” he says sheepishly and rubs the back of his head.

“Is Braxton King, nervous?” I ask teasingly and he rolls his eyes.

“Not nervous, per se. Perhaps, uh, more... ah, fuck it. Yeah, I’m nervous, alright? I’ve not done the romantic stuff in a while. Dates and dinner, I can handle. The bedroom and sex, I can definitely handle. But when it comes to romance and feelings, that shit doesn’t come quite so naturally,” he confesses.

I can’t keep the smile off of my face. He’s so darn cute. “You’re cute,” I comment.

Braxton narrows his eyes at me. “Little tip about guys, Melia, not many of them like to be called cute.”

I shrug. “Can’t help it. You’re cute.”

He sighs and throws his head back in exasperation. “Damn. I was going for sexy and irresistible,” he responds, and I giggle.

I step towards him and run my hand down his chest, feeling the hard, muscular plains of his abs. “Who says you can’t be both?” I whisper.

He grins down at me. “Really? Both?”

“Yep. I’d call you cute and sexy.”

Braxton frowns, looking adorable. ’What about irresistible?”

I can’t help but laugh. “Yes, and irresistible, too. Why do you think I agreed to stay over? I can’t say no to you.”

He grins at that. “Well, I guess that makes me feel a little better. But you should know that you can always say no to me, baby.”

He takes my hand and leads me through to the kitchen. The ramen is bubbling in a large pot on the centre of the hob.

“Wow, that smells good,” I comment.

I set the table as Braxton starts to serve up the food. We eat together at the table, and I try really hard not to spill ramen down my dress.

After we finish, we clean up together. We mess around, flicking bubbles and water at each other as we do the washing up. There’s so many sides to our relationship and one of them is a playfulness that I hope we never lose.

I start to get anxious as we watch a film, and the anticipation builds. I excuse myself to the bathroom and check myself. My cheeks are flushed, and my pupils dilated. I pat down my hair and run my hands under the cold tap for a bit. I use the toilet and curse under my breath when I see how wet my underwear already is. I wipe it with a tissue and pray I don’t soak through the material and onto my dress.

My breathing calms slightly as I return to the lounge. Braxton looks over as he notices me returning and he opens his arms, inviting me into them.

Yes, please.

I cuddle into his side and rest my head on his chest. He smells divine, as always. He kisses my hair and slowly runs his hand up and down my arm. It’s comforting.

When the credits of the film start playing, Braxton switches the TV off. I sit up and stretch my arms above my head. I yawn as my shoulder pops. Braxton turns to me and smiles.

“Are you tired? Do you want to go to bed?” He asks.

I lace my fingers together on my lap and gather my courage. “Um, could I sleep in your bed?” I ask him.

Braxton grins. “Of course!”

I collect my bag from the guest room whilst Braxton puts our glasses away and turns off the lights. We meet back in his room.

“I’ll use the other bathroom,” I tell him and take my toiletries bag.

I take off my make-up, clean my teeth and use the toilet. I sigh heavily as I see my g-string is completely soaked again. I can’t help it; my body is so excited about what is going to happen. I wipe the material again and then wash my hands.

I check my reflection. My face is bare, and I’ve plaited my hair back to sleep in. I wouldn’t normally, but I don’t want to wake up with it looking mental. I’m only wearing my underwear set. It’s a mixture of silk and lace. I smooth it down and make sure it sits perfectly on my body.

Fuck it, here goes nothing.

I grab my toiletries bag and exit the bathroom. When I step back into Braxton’s room, he’s in the en suite. I go over to my bag, put my stuff away and lay out my outfit for tomorrow on the spare chair in the corner of the room. What else is that chair for, if not for laying out clothes?

Braxton steps out of the en suite and his eyes land on me. He’s wearing pyjama bottoms and a t-shirt. He looks delicious. His pale blue eyes rove up and down my body, taking in my half-naked appearance. He inhales sharply and rubs his chin with his hand.

“Fucking hell, baby,” he murmurs. “You look so fucking amazing.”

I smile shyly and resist the urge to cover myself. “I wanted to let you know that I’m ready to take things further,” I tell him as I slowly approach him. “I wasn’t sure how, so I thought this would get straight to the point.”

Braxton swallows hard as I stop right in front of him. “Um, yeah. I’ve definitely got the message,” he says gruffly.

I slide my hands up his chest and rest them on his shoulders. Lifting up onto my tiptoes, I press my lips to his. Braxton immediately wraps his arms around my waist. He pulls me flush against his chest and kisses me back. His lips move confidently against mine.

His hand slides down my back and he grabs my butt, giving it a hard squeeze. He makes a strained noise at the back of his throat and breaks the kiss. “Fuck, Melia,” he mutters. “You’re so fucking tempting.”

I smile at him. “And I’m all yours.”

Braxton briefly closes his eyes and groans. “I’m one lucky man.”

He steps back and pulls his shirt off, leaving his chest bare for me. I run my hands over it, tracing his tattoos with my fingers. He shudders under my touch. Braxton catches my wrist and brings my hand up to his face. He softly kisses the back of my hand, making my cheeks warm.

He takes my hand and leads me over to the bed; he encourages me to lay down. I lick my suddenly-dry lips and watch Braxton above me. He supports himself above me and connects our lips once more. He pushes his tongue into my mouth, and I forgot my nerves. I wrap my arms around his neck and hold him close as our tongues collide.

Braxton slides his hand up and down my side. He runs his fingers over the lace trim of my bra, making goosebumps break out on my breasts. He reaches beneath me and deftly unhooks my bra. I help him slide it from my body, leaving my breasts bare. Braxton grabs my left breast; it is the perfect size for his hand. He squeezes it and runs his thumb over my nipple.

A shiver runs down my spine as he teases my nipple with just his thumb. “Do you like that?” He asks huskily and kisses me again before I can reply. I nod instead.

He begins pinching and tugging on my nipple until I moan into his mouth. He breaks the kiss to kiss down my neck, to my chest. “I love how sensitive your nipples are,” he murmurs against my skin.

He kneels in between my legs and uses both of his hands to play with my nipples. He kisses down the valley between my breasts. He massages my breasts with hands as he sucks and bites one of my nipples. He swaps between the two, biting and sucking on them until I’m panting.

Braxton kisses further down my body, until he reaches my lace g-string. He hooks his fingers under the material and hesitates. “Is this okay?” He asks, looking up at me from between my legs.

I nod and manage to find my voice. “Yes,” I reply, my voice raspy.

Braxton grins and looks down at my g-string. He pulls the material down and reveals my bare pussy. His eyes widen and darken considerably. “Fucking hell,” he whispers. “You’re so wet.”

He casts my underwear to the side. He places his large hands on my inner thighs and presses gently, making me spread them wider. He runs his finger up and down my pussy lips, it becomes shiny with my juices.

“You’re so wet for me, baby,” he comments, awe and affection present in his voice.

I swallow hard and look up at the ceiling, too embarrassed to watch him. “Well, you’re pretty fucking sexy, so...” I trail off and Braxton chuckles.

“You’re perfect,” he replies simply.

He spreads my lower lips with his fingers, and I jump as I feel the soft tip of his tongue against my sensitive flesh. He drags his tongue up and down my pussy as I shudder beneath his touch. He swirls the tip of his tongue around my clit, and I gasp loudly. It’s been a long time since I’ve had this kind of attention and I love it.

Braxton slowly pushes one finger inside me and wiggles it around, stretching me out. He pushes and withdraws a couple of times, before adding a second finger. He runs them both up my pussy to my clit, and back down again, getting them soaked. He pushes the two fingers back inside and returns his mouth to my clit. He sucks gently and my hips jerk upwards, pushing my pussy into his face.

He moans into my pussy, sending vibrations through it. “Ride my face, baby,” he orders huskily.

He begins pumping his fingers in and out of me, whilst making circles around my clit with the tip of his tongue. The pleasure is indescribable and quickly builds into an orgasm. I can’t help but follow his command. My hips buck up and down, rubbing my pussy into his face. Braxton doesn’t stop, he fingers and licks me to completion.

“Oh, my God!” I cry out as pleasure consumes me.

Braxton flicks his tongue faster and scissors his fingers inside me, prolonging the pleasure for as long as possible. I slowly come back down to earth, my body quivering with aftershocks.

“Holy shit,” I whisper. Braxton chuckles against my pussy. “I didn’t know it could feel that good,” I confess to him, my cheeks flushed with my orgasm and some shyness.

Braxton grins up at me from between my legs. “It’s only going to get better. Brace yourself, baby. We’re going again.”

I gasp as his mouth returns to my pussy.

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