Committed by Alycia Taylor Page A

gasping
and groaning puddle of desire.  
    “Oh God, Braxton, you’re killing me,” I breathed.
    He smiled and said, “Reach up and grab the
headboard.”
    I didn’t question him. I knew by then that he knew what
he was doing and I always loved it.
    “Now spread your legs apart for me, wide.”
    I did as he asked yet again. “You’re killing me, Brax ,
at least touch me—”
    Before I could finish he
climbed up and straddled me. I could feel his cock
pressing hard against my stomach as he leaned forward to kiss me. I let go of the headboard, I had to touch him. I took him in my hand and stroked him as we kissed. He slid
his tongue in my mouth and I sucked on it as I
increased the pace of my stroking.   I felt him shudder. When he broke the kiss he moved his
mouth down to the top of my shoulder and kissed it.
Then he ran his tongue along my collarbone, making me
gasp as I felt his mouth on my nipple. He encircled it playfully with his
tongue and then sucked it into his mouth as he caressed the other one with his
hand.
    After a few minutes, he smiled and looked at me . He moved over to the other breast, circling, tasting and
sucking…sending me to another dimension in my mind.
One where the only feeling that mattered was pure pleasure. I was writhing underneath him and I felt like I couldn’t stand it another second. I was going to have to start touching myself in a
second if he didn’t.
    “Please, just fucking touch me.” I was begging and he gave in, dropping his hand
down to my mound and covering it with his hand. He used one finger to part my lips and feel how wet I was.
    “Mm… Emmi .” He plunged a
finger inside of me , causing me to moan louder and
thrash against his hand, begging his finger to go deeper. He began stroking my clit and I was already right on the edge from the
foreplay.
    "I’m going to come, Jesus!” I shrieked, barely able to work up enough breath to speak. “Don't stop,
please."
    He completely ignored me and pulled his finger out and his hand away.
    "Please," I begged him in a hoarse voice.
    "What do you want, Emmi ?”
he asked me with a smile. “Tell me what you want me to do.”
    He knew what I wanted; I
don’t know why he was teasing me so much. I wanted to
come, I needed it.
    “Suck me, lick me…make me come. You know what I
want, Braxton!”            
    Before I finished talking
his mouth was on me. I could feel him spreading my
lips with his tongue. I had to grab the headboard
again because I kept sliding away from him. He finally reached underneath me and took my hips and pulled me up to his lips. He was
lapping at me ferociously, like a starving man,
sucking on my clit, nibbling on it, making me want to scream. I had to bite down on the pillow to keep from crying out so
loud that the neighbors heard me.   I spread my legs wider and let go of the headboard again and
wrapped my hands through his hair, holding on tight.
    “Oh God, yes, Braxton. Oh God, that feels good. Don’t stop.”
    He didn’t stop, he licked and sucked some more and
then plunged a finger into me again as he tongued my
clit. I was so wet that he had no problem plunging in
another and moving them in and out as he continued to suck on my swollen clit. I felt the orgasm building, I was so close.
    "Oh God. Oh my God!" is all I could utter. He plunged his
fingers in and out faster, harder and deeper; his tongue flicking and sucking my clit until my moans sounded animalistic to my own ears. I finally stepped off the edge of the cliff, and I felt an
orgasm shoot through every nerve in my body.
    “Oh my God! Oh, Braxton! Oh fuck!”
    My body shook uncontrollably as he lay down next to me and took me into his arms.
Spasms of earthquake magnitude ripped through my body
and Braxton held me and kissed my lips until I finally stopped shaking.  
    He pushed himself up over me .
Grabbing me by the hips, he flipped me over and then
he leaned into my ear and I felt his hard cock pressing into me.
    “Get