Braden by Allyson James Page B

asked.
    “Hell no. I’m sorry, sweetheart. I can’t…” He broke off and
groaned. Braden fitted her fingers around the shaft and pulled her hand up his
penis. “Like that. Keep doing that.”
    He let go, and Elisa stroked by herself. The hot hardness in
her hand excited her, and she loved how his tip bumped her palm. Braden rolled
over onto his back on the big bed and propped up on his elbows, letting her get
to all of him.
    He was beautiful in the artificial light, a man stretched
out for her pleasure, stark naked on her sheets. Elisa adjusted herself so her
bound arm wouldn’t pull her, and continued. Braden’s hips came up as she
pumped, his head went back.
    “I’m sorry. I’m so sorry about this, sweetheart.”
    Why was he apologizing? This was fun. Elisa explored his
cock with all curiosity. He stopped trying to guide her and simply lay there
with his head back, face softening in ecstasy.
    What power. To make this huge man with his foot-long
erection tame to her touch was exciting.
    “Do you like that?” she asked as she ran her fingertips
around the base.
    “Hell.”
    “I believe you do.” Bravely, Elisa dipped her hand to his
balls, which she found tight like the rest of him.
    “Fuck,” he whispered.
    Elisa tickled his balls with her fingertips then grasped his
shaft again. There was nothing to be afraid of. Warm man, skin and sweat, so
human. She brushed her thumb across his tip, startled to find moisture there.
    “Are you…” She groped for a word and couldn’t find one. Ejaculating sounded so clinical.
    “Coming? Not yet.” He opened his eyes, Shareem blue filling
them. “Very soon. Keep going, baby, please.”
    Elisa swept some of the moisture from his tip down the
shaft, liking how even that little wetness lubricated things. She understood
now why people used oils—oil would make him so slick that her hand would glide
up and down with almost no friction. Elisa could stroke him and pump him as
fast and hard as she could. She wanted to.
    “Did you bring any oil with you?” she asked, eager to
experiment.
    “Shit.” He was panting.
    “I want to use some.”
    “I’m the Dom, sweetheart. You’re supposed to obey me.”
    “But it would be fun.”
    Braden broke her hold to roll over and reach to her bedside
table, where he’d left a valise. In seconds, he was back in position, his penis
standing straight up, a bottle in his hand. He worked out the stopper and more
or less dumped oil onto the base of his shaft. He jammed the stopper back on
and the bottle rolled away, sealed tight.
    Elisa smiled happily. She smoothed the oil onto him while
Braden lay back again, weight on his elbows, watching her.
    She was right. The oil made everything smooth and slick,
easy to maneuver. This wasn’t frightening at all. Braden spread his legs and
Elisa smeared the oil all over his penis, down beneath his balls.
    This was crazy. Braden loved how Elisa smiled at him, her
face sweet as she stroked. Her breasts brushed the silk of her nightdress,
hanging unfettered against the thin fabric. It was all he could do not to rip
off the nightdress, roll her over and fuck her until they were both screaming.
    Slowly. She didn’t understand, yet.
    But damn, she had a magic touch. Fingers teasing, sometimes
barely skimming his flesh, sometimes gripping his cock hard. She had no clue
what she was doing, and she was unpracticed, but who the hell cared?
    Elisa’s smile widened as she worked him. A woman loving her
power. And damn it, Braden, level-three Dom, commander of ladies, lay there and
took it.
    Fuck, he was going to come. He was going to come, and come
right into Elisa’s hands. He wanted to. He also wanted to be inside her,
breaking free, feeling her tight and hot around him.
    “Squeeze,” he grated. “Squeeze hard.”
    “Like this?”
    Warm, firm grip. Slide of hand. Shy look from beautiful
eyes. A man could fall in love with her.
    A wave of crazed wanting crashed over him. Braden heard his
shout, felt