Chapter 345 Can I Take Care of You?

Chapter 349 Cowgirl Position

A warm hand covered the back of her hand, taking over the slight weight.

“Let me,” he said in a low voice, close to her ear.

She didn’t refuse, tilting her head slightly, feeling his fingertips carefully brush past her earlobe as he removed her earring.

The metal felt cool, but his touch was burning hot.

The moment was strangely quiet, with only their breathing mingling in the air.

The other earring was taken off too, placed on the dressing table.

For some reason, Rachel felt that every move Brandon made tonight carried a hint of intimacy.

Even though they had long been close to each other.

Brandon stayed in that position, his arms loosely wrapping around her, his chin resting lightly on top of her head.

“The wedding ceremony today was so long, it must have tired you out, right?” he asked.

Rachel relaxed her body, leaning into his embrace, and shook her head.

She was tired, but more than that, it was a strange mix of exhaustion and fulfillment, like everything had finally settled.

“You know, I keep feeling like all of this is a dream. It doesn’t seem real,” she said softly.

Brandon chuckled, the vibration of his chest passing through her back.

“It’s not a dream.” He kissed her hair, tightening his hold. “It’s real. You’re my wife now, Rachel.”

Wife.

That word made Rachel’s heart skip a beat.

She turned around, looking up at him.

His eyes reflected the light, and her image, filled with a deep, endless tenderness meant only for her.

She raised her hand, touching his cheek, her fingers tracing the line of his jaw.

“Brandon,” she called his name, “my husband.”

That word clearly pleased him.

His gaze darkened, and he took her hand from his face, bringing it to his lips, kissing her fingertips, then moving down, leaving soft kisses on her palm and the inside of her wrist.

There, where the skin was thinnest, her pulse quickened under his lips.

“I thought my life would just be like this, until I met you,” he murmured, his kisses trailing up her arm.

He nuzzled her skin with his nose, his warm breath teasing her neck, pulling her deeper.

His words melted into their closeness, their breaths drawing nearer.

Rachel wrapped one arm around his head, sighing, “If I had met you sooner, if I could have offered even a small bit of help for what you went through…”

“You don’t need to feel bad about that,” he interrupted her regret. “As long as I’m with you, it’s never too late to meet.”

He kissed her, at first gentle and testing, like savoring a rare treasure, his tongue tracing the shape of her lips.

She closed her eyes, responding, her arms climbing around his neck.

The kiss deepened, becoming urgent and possessive, as if burning away all the restraint and public eyes from the day, leaving only raw confirmation and belonging.

The air grew thin and hot.

One of them moved first, and they tumbled onto the soft, wide bed together.

Brandon hovered above her, his gaze intense, his fingers reaching for the zipper on the back of her wedding dress.

The complicated hooks and clasps felt clumsy in his hands, and he frowned slightly, losing his usual ease.

Rachel saw his rare impatience and suddenly let out a soft laugh.

That laugh broke the last bit of tension.

Brandon gave a helpless smile, giving up on the delicate fastenings and using a bit more force.

A faint tearing sound echoed as the expensive fabric parted.

His eyes darkened, and he leaned down, kissing her slightly parted lips, swallowing her small gasp of surprise.

Their skin pressed together, the heat rising sharply.

His hands, slightly rough, brushed over her shoulders and collarbone, leaving a trail of shivers.

Rachel arched her neck, her fingers threading through his thick, short hair, her body instinctively responding to the warmth of his touch.

They knew each other’s bodies well, yet the special meaning of this night brought a new kind of thrill.

Rachel’s strapless top was pulled down by him, her smooth skin and breasts freed from constraint. He licked over her nipple, circling it with his tongue.

He gently bit down on it while helping her out of the wedding dress.

His sucking made Rachel’s body react, a warmth spreading as she clenched her thighs, her knee brushing against the hardness between his legs.

She started rubbing her knee against him, earning an intense response as Brandon sucked harder, almost like a hungry baby.

“You’re so good at this,” she gasped, pressing his head closer to her chest.

His closeness stirred her hormones, and Rachel felt an aching emptiness, desperately needing something to fill her.

“Brandon,” her voice trembled with a hint of a sob, “stop sucking, just… take me now.”

He let out a muffled laugh, teasingly ignoring her plea.

Instead, he slid a hand down, exploring her, two fingers slipping easily inside with the help of her wetness.

His long fingers moved inside her, teasing and stirring her inner walls.

Rachel cried out, “No, stop.”

She couldn’t form a full sentence.

When he finally entered her, the tight folds of her body gripped him, his thickness slowly sinking in.

She let out a stifled gasp, her nails digging into the muscles of his back without thinking.

Brandon paused, sweat dripping from his forehead onto her chest.

He held back, leaning down to kiss the damp corner of her eye, his voice rough and hoarse, “Did I hurt you?”

Rachel shook her head, opening her hazy eyes to meet his restrained gaze, then lifted her hips, pressing herself closer to him.

Brandon smiled faintly, “Darling, it’s our wedding night. Can I get a little special treatment?”

Rachel, annoyed by his pause, asked, “What do you have in mind?”

Brandon simply flipped her over by her waist, positioning her on top of him.

Their connection shifted inside her with the movement, and both let out a satisfied groan.

Rachel understood his intent now, panting as she leaned on his shoulder, softly pleading, “You do it, okay?”

Whether it was the newness of being on top or the shyness, Rachel felt even more sensitive than before.

This was something she hadn’t experienced until now.

As soon as she spoke, a light slap landed on her backside.

It was gentle, playful even.

She glanced at Brandon with a smile, not minding it.

Brandon seemed genuinely happy, more unrestrained in their intimacy than usual.

He looked up at her with his striking eyes, hands on her waist, “Be good, sit up.”

Rachel’s lashes fluttered, biting her lower lip, but she carefully straightened up.

As she sat up, she felt him push even deeper inside her, hitting the deepest spot.

“So deep,” Rachel gasped, holding onto his lean waist, startled by the sensation.

He was so big, and with gravity, this position felt deeper and more intense than any other they’d tried.