Love in the field

Chapter 5 ~ Brayden

‘I could get used to having her near me’ Brayden surprised himself thinking this. Kylie seemed comfortable with him holding onto her, and she moved closer and rested her head on his chest, he was quite a bit taller than her even in her heels. Brayden tightened his hold on her, pulling her even closer and rested his cheek on her head as they swayed to the music. “You look amazing, by the way,” Brayden murmured into her hair. “Mmm” was all Kylie could say back. She snuggled in more, Brayden liked the feeling of her leg in between his as they danced. During the last dance, when her thigh brushed against his c**k lightly, it started to get hard. Brayden was sure that Kylie hadn’t noticed it, so kept dancing which had made his c**k get harder. Just then, she pressed in even closer, Brayden knew his c**k was just going to be standing at full attention soon, if he didn’t put a stop to this. ‘I don’t want to put a stop to this,’ he thought suddenly. Without thinking, Brayden grabbed Kylie’s hand and pulled her through the crowd on the dance floor. Brayden found a bathroom and hurried into it, tugging Kylie with him. “I can wait for you in the hall so you can use the bathroom,” Kylie said, looking shocked. She was leaning on the closed door. Brayden chuckled as he leaned in, then slowly reached behind her to lock the door. “I actually had other plans,” he said seductively, looking at her with lidded eyes. Kylie’s face became red, as it dawned on Her what he was implying. “Oh,” she said softly, looking at him cautiously. Braden reached up and tucked her hair behind her ear, letting his hands trail on her cheek and chin. “Kylie, you are so beautiful.” He said in his deep, soft voice. Before he knew it, Kylie had thrown her arms around his neck, and was kissing him deeply. Her tongue pressing through his lips.

He never wanted someone so bad, his c**k was starting to get hard, “s**t,” he thought, “she can probably feel that.” Just then he felt her knee brush along his c**k, Braydens eyes widened as he thought of the possibility of slamming his c**k in her p***y. He looked at her questionably, she was gazing at him with her pretty green eyes. ‘I can’t help myself’ he thought as he slowly leaned toward her, pressing his lips lightly to hers. “Mmm,” she murmured against his lips, pressing back harder. ‘She’s eager for this!’ He thought excitedly, he kissed her harder, waiting for her to part her lips. She did and he let his tongue explore her mouth, her tongue exploring back. He pressed his hands into her lower back, pulling her closer, his c**k now fully erect and pressing against her belly. His kiss turned hesitant, as he brought his hand around to her breast, feeling that she didn’t have a bra on. He groaned, feeling her perky breast and hardened n****e. He squeezed lightly, and flicked her n****e through her shirt. She broke the kiss and threw her head back moaning. “You’re driving me wild,” he exclaimed leaning back in to kiss her neck, sucking and nipping his way down to her collarbone. She moaned again, “how do you think you’re making me feel?” She whimpered. Brayden chuckled against her neck, “good.” He said and continued down with his mouth, stopping at her n****e and lightly biting it through her shirt. “Let’s get this off of you,” he murmured against her breast, grabbing at her shirt and pulling it over her head. Brayden’s breath hitched, his eyes roamed down her body, taking in her pale breasts. Her n*****s were pert and already hard. Brayden couldn’t help himself, he kissed her hard as he touched her soft waist and slid his hands up her ribs and over to the underside of her breasts. He rubbed her breasts, then lightly twisted her n*****s. Kylie threw her head back and moaned, arching her back so her hips could get closer and she deepened the kiss. Brayden lowered his hands down to the waist of her skirt, running his finger just inside it. He pulled away from the kiss, and gazed into her big green eyes, “do you want me to stop?” He questioned her. “Hell, no!” She said adamantly. “Good, I wasn’t sure how I’d be able too,” he grinned at her like a teenager who had just gotten his c**k touched for the first time, “but, honestly, if you’re uncomfortable at anytime or want to stop, just say the word and I will be able to stop.” Brayden wanted her to know that he wasn’t a pig, if she wasn’t comfortable with this continuing, he would definitely stop. “Please, don’t stop,” she whimpered near Brayden’s mouth. That was all he needed to hear as he grabbed her and lifted her to him. Kylie wrapped her legs around his waist and kissed him hard and hungrily. Brayden walked her to the counter and set her down, his hand slid down her thigh to the bottom of her skirt. He slowly went under her skirt and pressed his hand on her inner thigh, slowly working his way up until he felt lace. He pulled the lace aside and his thumb found her c**t and he made slow, small circles. She moaned deeply, Brayden felt his c**k get even harder, his fingers found her slit, sliding up and down. “So wet, already.” He groaned against her neck. He slid a finger inside her and circled it around before pumping in and out slowly. “More,” Kylie panted, “I want more inside!” Brayden took his finger out, “slow down, beautiful,” he whispered. “I want to take my time with you.” Brayden dropped to his knees, he grabbed behind Kylie’s knees and slid her ass forward. He opened her thighs further and ducked his head under her skirt. He lightly kissed his way up her thigh, until his mouth was at the glorious lace. He nipped at her c**t thru her lace, Kylie’s legs clamped around his head as she threw her head back and moaned loudly. Brayden used his tongue to slide the lace aside, getting a small taste of her. He slid his tongue up and down her slit, then pressed it to her c**t, flicking it up and down, side to side. Kylie writhed on the counter, panting and moaning. ‘f**k me,’ Brayden thought, ‘this is the hottest thing ever.’ Brayden kept his tongue working her c**t, and pounded a finger into her. ‘Please,” Kylie whimpered, “I want more, I need more.” Brayden obliged, adding a second finger in her p***y. He pumped them in and out a few times, then he flicked them alternatedly back and forth. Kylie was moving her hips, grinding against his hand now, “harder, faster,” she groaned. Her hands tangled their way into Brayden’s hair as continued his slow movements.