Frail hearted

This is it. This is the moment I have been wai- "Don't think about anything. Just feel the touch of my fingers." Brayden breathed slowly into my ear, and I listened to him.

I stopped thinking about anything and everything else. All I could focus on, was him.. It's all I could ever focus on since the moment I saw him.. let alone hear his voice.

"You're doing it again, Hazel." His grip around my back tightened; not painfully.. but enough to lose my train of thought, again.

"I-I'm sorry. Forgive me?"

I looked up into his eyes as he laid me back. He started tracing his fingers from the center of my back, across the bare of my hips, towards the center of my torso.
I started to quiver, knowing I was about to start dripping from my panties.

"Baby, this isn't your first time, is it?" Brayden unsuctioned his mouth from my neck to meet my gaze. He looked genuinely curious as he studied my face. His eyes traced along my imperfect face, and then he cracked a smile and a low chuckle.

"It is, but I want this. I've wanted this since I saw you. I've craved this." I wrapped both of my hands around the nape of his neck and pushed him towards my lips. My fingers were exploring ever so softly with his chocolate brown hair, that was as smooth as milk chocolate itself. His tongue pushed through the surface that my lips enclosed, and our tongues met once more. Our tongues danced and mine were silently screaming to taste him again, to be implored by him.

"I will gladly be your first, as long as I am your last, Miss Hazel Michaels." He whispered between our lips, and it was all I ever could want.