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But I can’t fucking stay away from her. She’s gotten under my skin, and it’s not even an hour before I’m charging down the street to her apartment.
I pound on the door like I’m the motherfucking police. It opens, and there she is—Erica, standing in the dimly lit hallway looking like a vision that's just too good to be true. Her eyes lock with mine, green pools of uncertainty and longing that I'm desperate to dive into.
"What are you doing here?" she breathes out, her voice a melody that hits all the right notes inside me.
"I can’t, Erica. I just can’t." My words are rough around the edges, a reflection of the storm of emotions churning inside me.
She step back to allow me inside. My body brushes against hers, and the closeness sends a jolt through my body. The door clicks shut, and it's just us.
She looks down and wrings her hands together, a telltale sign that she's nervous.
I plow right in. "Erica, I get it, I do. But damn it, I can't lose you over maybes and what-ifs." My heart pounds against my ribcage, fighting for release.
"Neither can I," she confesses, stepping closer. "But Brandon, what if?—"
"Shh." I close the distance between us in two strides, my hands finding her waist. "No more what-ifs."
She looks up at me, her lips parting slightly, and I can't hold back any longer. I pull her to me, crashing my lips onto hers with an urgency that leaves no room for doubt. This kiss—it's a declaration, a battle cry, a promise of everything I am and ever will be.
Her arms wind around my neck, pulling me down into her gravity. Our bodies press close, every curve of her fitting into me like she's made for this moment, for me. The room is alive with the sound of our breaths mingling, the hum of desire so thick I could reach out and touch it.
"Erica," I groan against her mouth, and she responds with a fervor that lights me up from the inside.
"Brandon," she whispers back, and that's all it takes to seal the deal—to know that whatever comes next, we're in it together, come hell or high water.
As we break for air, our foreheads rest against each other, and I swear I can feel the beat of her heart syncing with mine, a silent vow that speaks louder than words ever could.
The world narrows to Erica and me, our footsteps a clumsy dance as we weave toward the bedroom. My fingers trace the outline of her spine, slipping beneath the fabric of her shirt, hungry for the warmth of her skin. She matches my urgency, tugging at the hem of my tee, pulling it over my head with a swift, almost frenzied motion.
"Brandon," she breathes out, her voice laced with need. Her hands roam over my chest, nails grazing lightly, sending shivers down my spine that have nothing to do with the cool air of the room.
"God, Erica," I rasp, fumbling with the button on her jeans, desperate to rid her of any barrier that keeps her from me. Our clothes shed like leaves in fall, discarded without care.
Our bodies collide—a perfect storm of want and will—crashing onto the mattress. Her hair fans out around her on the pillow, a fiery halo that ignites something primal in me. I lower my lips to hers, tasting the sweet promise of forever mixed with the salt of anticipation.
I take a moment to just admire how beautiful her naked body is. My cock is leaking, and I give myself a rough stroke as I stare down at her slack-jawed.
"Fucking beautiful," I breathe out, my voice vibrating with raw lust. Her cheeks blush a deep shade of red at the compliment but she doesn't turn away, instead boldly meeting my gaze.
My fingers trail down her torso to the wetness pooling between her legs. She shivers as I slip two fingers inside, her hips arching off the bed with a sigh that sounds like heaven.
"Oh god, Brandon," she mumbles, her voice breathy and desperate. Her hands grab onto my arms, nails digging into my skin just enough that it has me gritting my teeth.
"Tell me this is what you want Erica," I demand, needing to hear her confirmation just as much as I need air. The last thing I want is her regretting this in the morning.
"Yes...I want this Brandon...I want you," she gasps out. It's all the encouragement I need.
My hard cock finds her entrance, and we both moan at the sensation of being so intimately connected. I thrust slowly at first, giving Erica time to adjust to me—holy fuck, is she a virgin? The knowledge that I’m going to be the only man inside of her does something insane to me.
My cock gets even harder, and I can’t sit still any longer.
Must move.
Must make her mine.
Mine, mine, mine!
"Fuck...Erica..." I grumble into the crook of her neck, my pace quickening with every stroke.
