While our bodies ground and our skin rubbed against each other's, I couldn't help but let every inner sound of pleasure leave my mouth between our constant kisses.

It was strange how such a broken and destroyed person could make you feel so complete and full-filled.

"Oh, Beverly,"

Brandon grunted out in a mumbling way. Every vessel of mine immediately started to drive all of my boiling blood further down to my lower regions.

I was now pulsating in the most intensive way against him.

When he mentioned my name like that, I just wanted to scream out and explode to show him every piece of emotion that I was feeling at that moment.

I responded to him by rolling my body in faster motions against his.

Our bodies had the most perfect chemistry and they knew exactly how to move to give each other the most wonderful satisfaction.

Even if I never wanted this moment to end, I wanted to witness the elusive moment of Brandon reaching his top right away.

That picture was something that would never leave my head after yesterday's sensual situation, and the fact that I was going to get to experience that again any minute, made me exalted.

But I didn't get what I wanted just yet.

Suddenly Brandon stopped his motions inside of me and I desperately looked up at him with big eyes. I needed more, what was he doing? Why did he stop?

He smirked, and grabbed my waist in a tight grip. Then, in a rough move, he swung our bodies to the side and he landed on his back.

I was now on top of him.

His grin widened as he inspected my naked body sitting on top of him. I felt so exposed as his brown iris gazed up and down my pale white body.

I was frozen, maybe out of discomfort, maybe out of timidity - I didn't know, but I couldn't move.

My hands leaned on his muscular stomach and I used the moment to look at his eyes that were so carefully focused on my body. He was so bodacious when he inspected me, he looked hungry and so filled with appetite, his pupils were big black and his lips were wet from his tongue that ran over them repeatedly.

As he noticed my stillness and insecurity, he sat up to get closer to me and placed his gaze into my eyes instead. He took a loop of hair between his fingers and carefully placed it behind my ear. He leaned forward and kissed my collarbone and I shrugged with shivers.

He traced with his lips up over my neck, nibbled carefully on my skin before continuing upwards to my jawline. He licked the skin right under my ear, where the most sensitive and delicate part was.

I whiffed out in pleasure. He was taking care of me in such a perfect, sensual way. I was filled up, not only with arousal but with affection as well. This situation was much more passionate and gentle than yesterday in the shed...

He reached my chin with his lips, and searched his way to finally place them upon mine. He grabbed my bottom lip carefully between his lips and slightly let his tongue brush over it.

"I want you to move for me, Beverly," He whispered against my swollen lips. A hard pressure reached my abdomen and my ovaries hurt.

The way he talked to me made me so weak. The way he spelled my name drove me insane. I knew I had to obey him, and not because I was forced to, but because I wanted to. So bad.

I grabbed his neck, and placed another soft kiss on his lips before I carefully began to roll my hips in grinding motions against him.

Brandon grunt out and breathed against my skin by the perfect height of my sensitive collarbone. My hands were resting on his back to feel him even closer. Our bodies were glued together, attached and stuck together.

Like magnets.

The excitement grew inside me as I moved faster against him. The pressure was tight and so intense, it made me want to scream.

My thoughts were getting rougher in pace with my movements. I wanted to be in control, I wanted to watch him lay beneath me.

I moved my hands from his back to his front, and placed my palms on his rising chest to push him backwards. He landed on the mattress with his back and the look on his face was content and mesmerized. His dark-colored lips formed a big grin as he watched me move on top of him.

He was so extremely attractive and he made me feel confident with the expression he kept on his face while I was doing what he asked for.

I rolled back and forth, got more intense with every movement. His hands were perfectly placed on my hips and he followed every motion of mine, gently squeezed my skin to feel me even closer.

He grabbed his bottom lip with his teeth. Never had I laid my eyes on someone so extremely attractive before. No matter what he did or what expression he made, he got me crazy.

The blood pumped in my veins and with every passing second, the boiling mass rallied my most delicate lower parts. A hard pressure reached my stomach again and ached for release.

Brandon tensed up with every muscle, his chest moved up and down with his heavy breathing. His jawline appeared so abnormally sharp as he bit his teeth together. The blood-filled purple veins in his neck came through and were so much more visible than before.

And then, just like the day before, the perfect moment arrived and we managed to reach the exploding top together.

I closed my eyes and let my body completely explode and twitch dramatically upon him while my muscles tensed, and I ached against him, pulsating in a throbbing and torturing way.

I moaned out his name by instinct when I felt the rough movements from his hips pushing up in me. I couldn't handle the straining pressure anymore and as I felt myself getting tighter of the tension, he grunted out loud while he let go and reached his climax together with me.

His eyes rolled back in his head and he bit his red swollen lips while mumbling out every fair sound of pleasure.

"Fuck,"

He whiffed out my name while his body slowly relaxed and fell into relaxation. I leaned down to meet his lips in the softest, puffy kiss and he answered it with the strongest will.

Once again, we did it, and once again, it felt so wonderful and glorious.

I was stuck in this.

I knew by now that I was never going to be able to stop this, unless I left him from my care, and that was the last thing I wanted.

Because what I wanted was to be with Brandon. I wanted to get to know every part of him and I wanted to keep healing him with my appearance and vicinity.

Also, I knew that was what he wanted, and it was certainly most what he needed as well.