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  I took the camera out of her hand and while she was still looking at me like I’d lost my mind I took a picture of us standing like that together. Then I held it up so she could see it.

  “Look how good we look together. That’s the best picture your camera has taken all night.”

  “I do look good,” she admitted, grinning.

  I couldn’t stand it any longer; I pulled her towards me and kissed her. I think she was surprised but she didn’t pull away. I felt the softness of her lips and I couldn’t stop. I wanted to kiss her all night. When she parted her lips and gave me her tongue, she arched her back so that her body melded into mine. I knew that this was finally it. I was finally going to get to revel in the sight, the smell, and the touch of her perfect body. First, I had something I had to say, if I was able to breathe after I stopped kissing her.

  I pulled back just far enough to breathe, but kept our lips close enough that I could still feel the energy being bounced back and forth between them.

  “Emmi, I want to be with you. Not just tonight. I’m ready to commit to you. Hell, I’ve been committed to you since the first time you walked in that front door. I haven’t been with another girl the way I want to be with you tonight since before you moved in here. I haven’t been able to because I knew that none of them would measure up to the idea I had of what it was going to be like with you…”

  CHAPTER TEN

  EMMI

  My brain was all foggy. I could hear his words, but all I could really see, all I wanted to see were his sexy lips just millimeters away from mine. That kiss had felt good, but most of all it had felt right. Now he was telling me that he wanted to commit to me. That he wanted to be only with me and no one else. Jeez, now I had to hope that I measured up. I’d hate to think he went that long without sex only to be disappointed that he had waited for me. My heart was hammering so hard in my chest that it sounded like a section of brass band inside my head. I loved hearing what he had to say, but at the same time I wanted him to shut up and kiss me again.

  His last sentence, the one where he said that he was afraid that none of the other girls would measure up to me had put me over the top. I was already leaning in his direction and that sentence had sent me propelling forward. I leaned in towards him, letting our lips meet once again as he wrapped his arms around my waist. I put my hands on the sides of his “pretty” face as we kissed and every part of my body was screaming at me that it wanted more.

  He started walking me backwards towards the bedroom, stopping in the hallway to shove me against the wall and pin my arms up over my head. He was gentle, yet at the same time it was powerful and sexy. When I was completely at his mercy, unable to move underneath his strong arms and hands with his jean clad thigh gently pressing my own thighs apart, he put his lips to my neck and sent the most incredible sensations traveling through my body. My head was spinning, my spine was tingling, my nipples were aching, and the wetness between my legs was beginning to spread. I was ready for him.

  When he finished ravaging my neck he flipped me around towards his bedroom and held me around the waist as he continued to nuzzle my neck underneath my hair. I wanted it so bad that it was a challenge to think clearly and that we were in the doorway of his bedroom before I could speak.

  “No, Brax. Not in there. Let’s go to my room,” I said in a breathless voice that I hardly recognized as my own.

  He stopped kissing my neck and I suddenly hated the feeling of not having his lips on me.

  “Why?” he whispered.

  “I know it sounds silly, but I don’t want to make love to you in a bed that a hundred other girls have been in.”

  I wanted it to be special, different for us both.

  He laughed a little and said, “Wow, a hundred? You give me more credit than I deserve.”

  I felt my face flush at that, I think, it was hard to tell. Every part of me inside and out was flushed at that moment. I wouldn’t have been surprised if I had suddenly suffered from spontaneous combustion. “I haven’t had a single girl in this bed, Emmi. Not one, ever.”

  I didn’t understand what he was saying. I knew that he had been with a lot of girls so that didn’t make sense.

  “But… What about all of the girls you’ve been with?”

  He kissed me again. Maybe it was a ploy to muddle my thoughts. If it was it was working. In answer to my question he honestly said, “I had sex a lot, but never in that bed. I was saving my bed for the perfect girl.”

  He looked me in the eyes then and it was so intense it was like time had ceased to go on around me.

  “I finally found her,” he breathed.

  I went skydiving once. Zoe and I had gone for my eighteenth birthday. Nothing in my life had ever been comparable to the feeling of that thousand foot freefall. I was never able to say, “It felt like this…” Until that night. Hearing Braxton say those words was akin to hurtling through the atmosphere unfettered by gravity. I tipped my head back to the side so he could once again have full access to my neck and I walked forward until we were both in front of the bed. He turned me around to face him.

  “God, Emmi. You are so beautiful. Not being able to touch you has been like torture…”

  “You’re pretty damn hard to resist yourself,” I acknowledged.

  So hard to resist in fact that I wanted desperately to see all of him, and feel all of him. I started undoing the rest of the buttons on his shirt, and as we kissed again I pushed it down off his arms. I felt the muscles in his shoulders and biceps while his lips were on mine and his hands were guiding my t-shirt up and over my breasts. I reluctantly pulled back, just long enough for him to push it over my head and then let it fall to the floor. He kissed me again as he reached around and unhooked my bra. As it slipped off and we pressed our naked chests together I felt a heat like nothing else I’d ever felt.

  He sat me down on the bed and commanded, “Lay down, Emmi.”

  I did as he asked and I lay there and watched as he slipped off his jeans. Then he lay down next to me. He cupped my face in his hand.

  “This is the night I’ve been waiting for, forever,” he whispered.

  If he didn’t have me already, he did at that moment. As the fisherman say I was caught, hooked, lined and sinker. He pressed his lips to mine again and I pressed my naked chest harder into his. He actually moaned this time as our tongues met. His hands and mine were moving now, roaming and exploring each other as the kiss grew in intensity. I gasped as he stroked one of my nipples between his fingers, and then moving down he replaced it with his mouth.

  My hands were in his hair pulling it, holding onto it for dear life as my back arched up off the bed. I was moaning out loud. I couldn’t control it.

  “Oh God, Braxton…”

  I was struggling to get the rest of my clothes off now. I wanted to be fully naked against him. He noticed my writhing and he stopped for a minute to help me, pulling off my shorts and the red underwear underneath. Then in one more swift motion his own shorts were gone and as he lowered himself back on top of me and our kissing became deeper, once more I could feel his thick hardness pressing against my thigh as he slipped a hand between my legs. I gasped out loud and my whole body convulsed when he touched me.

  “Emmi, you’re so beautiful,” he said, slipping his finger inside of me, causing more writhing and gasping.

  I was so caught up in the incredible feeling of having any part of him inside of me that it took me a second to realize that his weight had shifted. At first, I thought he was putting on a condom, but when I opened an eye to look at him, I saw that he had gone from the soft strokes of his fingers to another kind of arousing intimacy.

  Stroke after stroke of a long, deep tongue drove me into a frenzy. It was like nothing, and I mean nothing that I had ever felt before. I thought I was going to scream and I was so inexperienced at this that I really didn’t know if that was sexy or not, so I grabbed the pillow and put it over my face. I bit down on it as I thrust my hips upward to meet his l
ips and tongue, urging him on. I realized something a few minutes later, all of that time with Trent, when I thought I had been satisfied, I had never had an orgasm. I thought I had, but tonight when I felt that sudden warm gush of new moisture, I knew that I had never experienced it before. I was glad, happy that my first was with Braxton.

  Finally I couldn’t take it any longer. I threw the pillow aside and took his face in my hands, urging him back up. I wanted his tongue back in my mouth, laden with myself and I wanted to feel him inside of me. I needed it… now.

  “Braxton,” I begged. “Kiss me.”

  He moved upwards, stopping to taste my nipples, using his lips and tongue to push me further over the edge. If I could have moved my shaky legs, I may have gotten on my knees and begged him to take me. I had never felt the urge to have sex. I had never wanted anything more.

  He finally worked his way back up to my mouth and as I felt his tongue slip in this time I sucked it into my mouth. I felt our chests slipping against each other, covered with the gloss of our sweat. Pulling back just far enough to reclaim my own tongue

  “Braxton, please. No… more... games… just… fuck me,” I moaned into his mouth.

  I could hardly believe that after all the weeks of pushing him away, I was the one begging for it now.

  He kissed me again and I felt him reach over to the bedside. This time when his weight shifted he kneeled in front of my entry point and I could hardly breathe knowing that this would finally be it. His head found the opening it was looking for. He collapsed on top of me and I felt myself pinned to the bed as his thighs nudged mine open further. It was a sudden, intense shock, and I had to pull away from our kiss and let out the loud moan that I had been holding in. I could feel his hard belly against my soft one as he eased further inside of me, gently at first. We were both covered with sweat so our bodies slid easily across one another. I felt him move slowly outward and upward and then come sliding back in, even deeper the second time. I was delirious with pleasure and I felt his hot breath on my ear.

  “Emmi, I’ve wanted this since the second I laid eyes on you….” He whispered. He took another deep breath and another slow thrust and said, “I knew it would be better than anything else … Because you’re the one.”

  The what?

  I couldn’t think.

  He never hurried, he gained his momentum gradually and with each stroke, I slipped a little deeper into that place called ecstasy. The only word my lips could form besides his name was “Yes, yes!” My brain had gone into hibernation, and my body had taken over. My hands found the muscular mounds of his glutes and I used them to let him know I wanted more and I wanted him to go faster. He complied, and before long I could feel him getting ready to come. I held onto him tight as he thrust into me quickly now and I willingly pushed him so that he was free falling. I heard a strained moan and then a sigh of pleasure as he came to a body-shaking climax, and I felt myself having another. He didn’t stop moving until he felt mine subsiding and then he cradled me in his arms until we could both breathe again, and slowly and reluctantly withdrew. I felt empty now that he wasn’t in me, as if he had been right where he belonged.

  He and I both lay there silently, trying to get our hearts and lungs back under control. Braxton was still holding me, and I knew at that moment that I truly never wanted him to let go. My body fit perfectly against his. After some time when his breathing had slowed to a steady rhythm, and I was thinking that he had fallen asleep he whispered,

  “That was the most amazing thing I’ve ever felt... I knew you would be worth waiting for.”

  I didn’t know how to respond to that, so I kissed him instead.

  Then after a few minutes I asked, “Braxton, did you mean what you said about commitment?”

  “Every word,” he said in a sleepy voice.

  I realized then that after all of the energy he had expended that night he had to be dead exhausted. I held onto him as he drifted off to sleep and I began to let my mind wander to the other girls who he had held in the same strong arms and kissed with the same sweet, full lips.

  I felt the pleasure from the sex being sucked away by the thoughts, so I replaced them with the memory of what it felt like to be with him and the knowledge that tonight would only be the beginning. I drifted off with a smile plastered on my face, one that I didn’t think anything could erase.

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