BRAYDON’S POV
“I like when you call me that,” she whispers, like it’s a secret she’s embarrassed to share.
“So do I.” I rub the muscles on her thigh, my thumb inching higher up her leg. “Can you relax for me? There you go. Atta girl. That’s good.”
I slide a second finger inside her. Once I get past my second knuckle, I curl them, hitting that spot, and she lets out a high moan.
I love s*x, sure, but I love this more. Going slow. Learning every inch of her body. Finding the exact rhythm she likes and running with it, over and over.
“f**k,” she whispers, squirming against the sheets. She drops one hand from her leg and brings it right to her breast, pinching her n****e hard.
“Say that again,” I murmur, pressing down on her stomach with my free palm, my fingers splayed out and stroking
