Chapter 4

I can't help but smile a little. Those are the kisses I've always dreamed of! His silky tongue invades my mouth, exploring. It demands mine, sucking, again and again and again. 

With his arm still around my waist, he easily lifts my feet off the ground and carries me into the bedroom, straight to the bed, laying me on the sheets, never separating his body from mine, his mouth from mine. 

Suddenly, he abruptly pulls away, separates my legs and kneels between them. Then he hooks his fingers into the sides of my panties, pulling them down with sudden gestures. Raising my shapely legs, he finishes undressing the tiny garment, discarding it quickly, and then separates my knees again, his head sinking between them. 

Before his mouth even touches my sex, I gasp again. 

When his tongue slides over my clitoris, I think I might faint. My hands clutch the sheet, my head hangs back, my jaw clenched, as I feel him suck me, tasting me masterfully. 

Brandon brushes my flesh, sucks gently, while grunting softly. God, this is so good! Then he uses his fingers to make way and his tongue is fucking me, deep inside me, over and over again:

" Brandon! " I exclaim, my fingers getting tangled in his dark hair. 

But he has no mercy. Grabbing me by the hips, he pulls me tighter against him, in rhythmic movements, showing his green eyes, clouded with insane desire, watching my reactions.

Then a finger replaces his tongue, and he returns to punishing my clitoris, while his other hand reaches for a breast, stroking, squeezing, pinching the hard nipple, twisting it. My mind is foggy, distant. The sensations are a rollercoaster, with every touch of that merciless tongue, with every thrust of those fingers. My head hangs back once more as the explosion approaches. Shaking me, Brandon orders:

" Look at me! " He sucks my trembling flesh and orders again: “I want you to look at me while you come, Sofia! 

It's the first time I've heard him say my name. And he sounds so possessive that I almost fall apart on the spot. 

I try to focus on his eyes. But when the wave of pleasure hits me, my expression tightens and I can't stop my back from rising off the mattress, my neck from stretching backwards and agonized moans escaping from the back of my throat. 

As punishment for not obeying him, Brandon twists two fingers inside me, making me scream and squirm. It's too much! My body spasms as he continues to torture me until I collapse, exhausted and panting. 

Brandon steps out from between my legs, wiping his face and beard with the back of his hand. His gaze is inflamed, full of lust. Then he slides his sharp tongue across his lips and gets down on his knees beside me, never stopping watching me. Only then do I realize that he is still fully dressed. I'm exposed in front of him. Naked, still panting. Normally, I would be shy. But he admires me all over, with adoration, as he opens the buttons of his shirt. It makes me feel powerful, like a goddess, and covering myself is the last thing I want to do. 

" You're too beautiful, Sofia. So hot. And I love the taste of you in my mouth. " As if to reaffirm this, he runs his tongue over his lips again. 

Then he takes off his shirt and shows off his chiseled, sculpted chest, leaving me breathless at the sight. His body is even more perfect than I had imagined, than I had dreamed. I was sure he took care of himself, but I never thought he'd be this perfect. I admire him without inhibition. Even his side muscles are worked out, making his chest even larger. I'm fascinated. I could grope his abdomen in the dark and feel the hard lumps there. 

Brandon allows me a few minutes to appreciate him. Then he grabs my wrists and lifts me off the bed without much effort, putting me on my knees in front of him:

" Feel how I get every time I see you parading around the office with that beautiful ass " still holding my wrists, he takes my hands to take his hard cock between them. My eyes widened at how big it was.

Brandon never tires of surprising me, saying that he's secretly watching me and the sensation of touching his member makes me ecstatic. So I offer him my lips while I give him an erotic massage. 

He moans into my mouth, tangling his fingers in my messy hair, pulling on it possessively. 

After some time enjoying the kiss and the friction I apply to him, he orders, softly, against my mouth.

“ Open my pants. Touch me. I want to feel your hands on my body without any barriers. 

I don't wait for a second request. Furthermore, I unbuckle his belt, unzip his pants and finally, his boxers.

His hard cock, full of veins, jumps out to greet me. The dark tip glistening with his pre-cum. I take it in one hand, handling it cadently, and he mumbles something in my ear that sounds like a melody, even though I don't understand a word. 

My other hand runs over his broad chest, getting to know him, feeling his rigidity. Feeling stimulated by Brandon, I nibble his chin. Following his jaw, I reach a point on his neck, near his ear, where I dig my teeth in and hear him moan, bowing his head to allow me more access. That seems to be one of his weak points. I repeat the gesture, adding more pressure to my fingers around his member. He reacts. He takes my face in his hands and devours my mouth again. Then he runs his thumb over my moist lips:

— “I want you to suck me," he murmurs under his breath. — "I can't wait to feel my cock inside your mouth… 

In response, I sucked on his finger, teasing him, while still staring at him. He's struck dumb by the surprise.

I'm getting to know myself. I've always been passive when it comes to sex. Well… my previous partner wasn't exactly gentle and attentive, so… maybe that put the brakes on. Apart from that, I never felt the same attraction for my ex as I do for Brandon. It's insane. One look and I'm on fire! In my previous relationship, sex came because of living together, not exactly because of the attraction I had for my then-boyfriend. 

I don't have much practice in oral sex. I remember avoiding it as much as possible before. In fact, I was disgusted by the act. But even that is different now. I'm excited to taste Brandon. I'm also nervous. Likewise, I hope I can please him, even with my inexperience. 

I decided that I'll do it the way my instinct guides me. So I run my tongue over my lips and begin my descent, taking the opportunity to get to know his structured chest with my mouth, my tongue… When I reach the bottom, I notice that he's holding his breath, watching my every move, his lips parted in anticipation. I handle him once more. Then I apply a long lick to his shaft. 

Brandon lets out an exclamation. Then I take him into my mouth, he gasps, lets out a swear word and grabs my hair. I feel I'm on the right track because he's going crazy. His breathing is irregular, his hips move back and forth, following the rhythm I've set. Guttural sounds come from deep in his throat, driving me crazy with arousal, making me suck him more eagerly, while moaning in the process. 

— "Look at me, Sofia," he orders, his voice slurred, deep. 

I do, without disconnecting from him, taking the opportunity to plunge him into my mouth once more, in a clear provocation. Brandon pulls in a quick breath, gathering my hair into a ponytail and running a hand down my cheek in clear approval:

— I knew your mouth would give me so much pleasure! Let me see your tongue at work, sweet Sofia. 

I obey, licking the glans glistening with pre-cum and my saliva. I discovered that I simply love hearing my name come out of his lips! 

— Fuck, girl! — Holding my face, he pulls me in for another kiss — You drive me crazy! 

He devours my mouth again and again. For someone who didn't even intend to kiss me, he seems addicted to it now. Then he pulls away to finish undressing. 

I lie down to wait for him, watching as he puts on a condom and massages his rock-hard member. It's a hot scene! 

Then he gets back on the bed, separates my legs, and admires my exposed sex with glazed eyes. He strokes my extremely sensitive clitoris once more, making me squirm. He finishes with a light pinch. 

When he settles back between my legs, I wrap my arms around his neck, my legs over his buttocks. 

And he penetrates me slowly, giving me time to get used to his size. I mentally thank him for his care because even though I'm wet with excitement, the passage is difficult and it's been so long. My nails dig into his broad back, while he, with his hands resting on the mattress, concentrates on starting to enter more and more of my soft flesh. When he's all the way in, he slides almost all the way out and invests again. He repeats this several times, eliciting delighted moans from me. Then he increases the pace, more and more. I've lived to feel these sensations. Being invaded by him! Feeling every inch of him disappear inside me.   

His hair is messy, falling over his forehead, which is covered in a thin layer of sweat. He's so beautiful, fucking me. With each thrust, a primal sound comes from his throat:

— Hell, that's so good. You're so tight, Sofia. Your pussy holds my cock so tightly that I don't know if I'll last long.   

I couldn't help but smile and was shocked when I felt tears slip from my eyes. I hug him tighter, hiding my face in his shoulder. Furthermore, I don't want him to notice my state. Yes, I'm thrilled by the sex. But the thing is, I've never felt anything like I do right now, and I've never felt as desired and as able to drive a man crazy as Brandon seems to be at the moment. 

When I manage to control myself, I need a kiss. Which he gives me immediately. Not without whispering that I'm driving him crazy. The movements increase, our breaths panting, I'm moaning his name in agony, his back arching with his vigorous hip movements. 

Then I dig my nails into his shoulders, screaming my release. He spreads his big hands on my round ass, thrusts a few more times, and I feel him swell inside me and come with a long, agonized sound. 

Oh, God, I'll keep that sound in my mind for eternity…