Brandon and I had been together for almost a month and in that month we had always been very physical with one another, but never to point of having sex. I was in need of it after going through a two-year dry spell since my ex, Jared. And having only my ex to refer to as my experience, I knew with Brandon it was going to be a whole other story.
In the 30 minutes that it took Brandon to get to my place, I set the mood by lighting candles that infused the room with a violet light. It wasn’t too dark or too bright, which was the perfect lighting to help us if either of us became shy.
I wasted no time and leaned back on my bed, taking in Brandon’s appearance once more; his fitted T-shirt was hugging his defined pecks and toned tattooed biceps. This man kept himself in good form and I felt a little embarrassed at my lack of commitment to hitting the gym. But then Brandon’s words eased my embarrassment. “Are you sure you want to do this, Lena? We could just lay together, talk, and watch TV?” Brandon seemed a little hesitant, but then again, whenever it came down to my wants and needs Brandon was always attentive and ready to put his own needs to the side.
I smiled up at him. I liked that he was being considerate, but the more I took in his suggestion, the more I realized that I was ready to take our May-December relationship to the next level. It was time to test out the goods. “No, I’m ready,” I said in a breathless tone.
Brandon nodded and lifted up the bottom ofhis shirt. As it went over his head, my eyes went directly to his tattooed chest. This was my first time seeing Brandon with his shirt off. I knew he had his full arms and neck tattooed, but I never imagined that the chiseled planes of his toned stomach sported ink of their own. Seeing that, I’m not going to lie, made me even more turned on and so I grabbed him by his broad shoulders and pulled his face to mine.
The next thing I knew we were both naked and he was positioning himself between my thighs, I didn’t pay much attention to anything he was murmuring to me because I was taken aback by his size. “Are you going to fit?” I asked, looking up at him with what I’m sure was a surprised look.
Brandon laughed and leaned, in nuzzling my neck. He whispered in my ear something along the lines of making me “ready and wetter.” To say that sex with Brandon was amazing would be an understatement. This was more than what I had ever imagined. Not only was I satisfied, overtly so, but I actually, for the first time in my life, had an orgasm. Sex with my ex Jared was nothing compared to what Brandon and I had experienced. We were in tune with what turned us on and Brandon knew exactly what he was doing.
I laid there that night, ready for any feeling of regret or something that may have made me call it quits with Brandon. Not only had we had the most cataclysmic sex, but throughout it all, Brandon was loving, considerate, and affectionate. When we were both out of breath and ready to fall asleep, Brandon looked over at me, smiled, and pulled me into his arms, where we both fell asleep.