Thread: To Finish the Job {{Soul +&+ The PG}}

The need he heard and felt was something familiar to Brandon. While the high level of emotions that made this the best he had ever experienced, and the most unknown at the same time, the physical sensations of need and want were not new entirely. The way they came from Jai was new, different, delectable and desirable, but the actual want was not. He reacted both instinctively and cautiously at the same time. Knowing what she wanted but not how or why she wanted it. That did not seem to make a large difference to either of them though. The soft sounds of desire were enough, combined with the foreplay, to suddenly make Brandon rock hard between his legs. He did not break or even loosen the kiss between them, but even so his concentration shifted to his hands. Drawing them down her sides his fingertips trailing along her back, while his palms brushed over old wounds on her ribs and stomach. The knowledge of them made him momentarily angry, but just as quickly made Brandon desire to please Jaime even more. Gently his hands closed on pants, and after an insistent tug that caused Jaime to wiggle a gap between her and the granite top, pulled the waistband down over her hips. Brandon finally did break the kiss there, to follow the pants to the floor and make sure they cleared her ankles. Taking one delicate foot in his hand, he kissed upwards, allowing his tongue to softly rasp against skin until he slid over her inner thigh. Gently his head moved forward, pushing Jaime onto her back atop the counter. Looming over her tiny form, Brandon took a long inhale as he gazed at her nearly completely uncovered body. Yes, the scars were there, but underneath was soft white skin, quivering over firm but flexible muscles that rippled just beneath the surface. He bent forwards again and kissed just above her navel, his tongue lingering on a scar that trailed to the side. Brandon repeated the process twice, kissing, and then drawing his tongue along the rigid, scarred flesh. He was not sure why, but he could feel Jaime's reaction underneath him and they were not unpleasant. Sliding further upwards, he took her breasts into his hands while breathing between short breaths, You're... Perfect... To me. Brandon squeezed each soft mound of flesh gently, but firmly. Allowing the skin to slip through his rough hands until it was just his fingertips holding the rigid ends. He pinched each softly, and once again took each full breast into his massive hands. Again they started to slide from his grasp, only this time he caught the right one with his mouth, suctioning the rock hard nub into his mouth with a small vacuum sound. The other breast he pinched again, before mauling it in his hand as he let the vibrations from a moan travel into the sensitive flesh between his teeth. Lightly at first, and then more insistently his tongue rasped over the nerve endings, back and forth. Finally, his now free hand drifted between them, sliding over the scars he had previously wet with his tongue until it came in contact with the waistband of her panties. He teased the entrance for a moment while his other hand, and mouth continued to lick, nibble, squeeze, and pinch her breasts. Then with an unconscious breath, his hand darted between her legs.