Braden by Allyson James Page A

at her again. “I have to go
slow with you, my librarian. I don’t want you fearing the feel of me.”
    “I’m not afraid.”
    Braden bit her lower lip. “Shh.”
    “But that wasn’t a question,” she protested.
    He bit her again. “I see how this is going to go. Lots of
spanking in your future, darlin’. Now touch me. All of me.”
    All of him. Elisa drew her hand up his spine again,
fingertips still tingling from the encounter with his backside. She slid her
fingers around his shoulders, tracing the muscle around to his chest.
    Braden made a soft noise as she drew her hand across his
pectorals, propping himself on his side so she could reach him. The hair on his
chest was wiry, and while she stroked it, her fingertips found his nipple.
    It was flat and small, so different from her own soft
areolas. Elisa traced it, and Braden’s sigh became a groan.
    She pulled away. “I thought only women liked their breasts
to be touched.”
    “It’s erotic for all of us, love. Are you saying you like
your breasts to be touched? How do you know? Are you out begging men to touch
them every night, breaking your vows, naughty lady? Or do you do it to
yourself? Still naughty, but more fun for me.”
    Elisa had never dreamed of touching herself, not before
she’d met Braden. “I’ve read about it.”
    Braden chuckled, his laugh shaking the bed. “You’re
precious. Keep touching me, sweet love. I didn’t tell you to stop.”
    “Being celibate doesn’t just mean not having sex,” she said
as she flicked her finger over his nipple again. “It means indulging in no
sexual thoughts at all.”
    “Later you can teach me all about the Way of the Sky and how
wonderful it is. Right now you’re learning the way of Braden.”
    And what a fine lesson it was. Elisa reluctantly left the
tight poke of his nipple to stroke down to his abs, so tight and smooth. His
navel was a smooth indentation, and she lingered there, not daring to move
downward anymore.
    “If you were developed in an incubator, why do you have a
navel?” she asked.
    Braden laughed again. “So we’d look more human, of course.”
He laced his fingers through hers and led her hand firmly to his cock.
    Elisa sucked in her breath. She’d never touched a penis
before, had never even seen one outside of an anatomy text. And then it had
been cross-sectioned to show the inner workings. Not very appealing.
    Braden’s penis was hot and hard, his skin satin smooth and
stretched tight. Definitely appealing. His breath came faster as she skimmed
her fingers down it, touching in wonder.
    “You’re a quick learner,” he said. “Do you do research, my
librarian?”
    “I’ve read plenty about anatomy.” But this was different
from clinical drawings and holopics. Oh my, yes.
    “If you know so much about anatomy, tell me what you’re
touching right now.”
    “Your shaft. And this is the head.” Elisa found the skin
stretched tight there too but the head itself a little springy, softer flesh
than she’d imagined. Elisa had pictured penises to be ramrod hard, like steel,
made to penetrate the tight corridor of a woman.
    “Yep, that’s the head.” Braden’s words died into a groan.
“You can call it what you want, darlin’. The cap, the flange, the tip, the
purple helmet of the warrior, whatever. Or the best one— the thing I want to
put in my mouth .”
    She drew her hand away. “Mouth?”
    Braden guided her back to his cock, which felt hotter now.
“This isn’t working. Please, I’m dying here. Listen to me begging for you.”
    Elisa smiled. “You feel alive to me.”
    “Baby, you’ve been torturing me since the day you looked at
me over your desk and asked if you could help me. I’ve been craving you, your
scent, your taste, your touch. Goddess, don’t stop .”
    Braden’s entire body was rigid, his eyes closed, his face
tight under the lights that had risen to illuminate them. Elisa’s blood felt
hot, her opening wet.
    “Am I hurting you?” she