had could get addictive.
He
braced over her on his hands and knees, wet hair falling over his forehead. “I
never let myself think about how I wanted this. Too dangerous. I watched porn
and got myself off but it never meant anything, a distraction, a relief. Your
skin, the way you smell, the way you move, how you react to me, make me feel,
it’s nothing I imagined and everything I was afraid to want.”
She
reached for him. “Take what you want, however you want it. I’m yours.”
He lowered
himself to one side, braced on one elbow and traced a finger gently over her
top lip, then bent to kiss her opening his mouth, demanding, his tongue
probing. Then his lips were on her chin, her neck, her sternum. He made her
stomach quiver when he licked into her belly button, then down, down, sucking,
teasing kisses across the crest of one hip that made her twitch and twist, till
he sat back on his haunches between her legs with a look of pure lechery on his
face.
She
parted her legs, just a little, and his breath went raspy as he put his hands
to her knees and opened her legs out. She was wet and they both heard the slick
sound of it.
He
studied her like there’d be a test later, like he was trying to see how the
parts fitted together, and she should’ve felt weird about that, exposed, except
for the awe she saw when his eyes came back to hers.
“Beautiful.”
He ran a finger from end to end and settled it over the nub of her clit and her
hips left the bed.
He smiled,
delighted. “You like that.”
“Do it
again.”
“Too
much I want to do. Touch you, lick you, suck you, but I’m not going to hold out
much longer.” He pressed his cock against his stomach. He was long and thick
and very, very ready. “I want to be inside you so much it hurts.”
She was
beyond ready too. He could do anything he wanted. He touched her clit again,
dragged his finger through her wetness and probed inside, making her hips jerk.
“Fuck.”
He scrambled back off the bed and she half sat in surprise, laughing when he
pulled her ankles so she slid, dragging the bed covering with her to the edge
of the bed. She dug that he wasn’t scared to be physical with her, that he
understood she was strong. She laughed again when he lifted her foot and put it
over his shoulder.
This is
the point other partners wimped out, pretended polite interest or wanted her to
do something awkwardly gymnastic and uncomfortable while they ate her out. Reid
went to his knees, smoothed his hands up her thighs and put his lips to her hip
flexor then tongued her length like it was the reason he was born.
She
dropped back to the bed, her strangled moan acting like applause, urging him
on. She got a hand to his hair and he stopped. “No, no don’t stop, that’s good,
that’s soo damn good.” He found her clit, closed his lips around it and she yipped
and wrenched out of his grasp.
Not an
orgasm but it was there, making her tremble, waiting to be coaxed out, but he
was all out of patience to explore. He crawled over her, shoved her back up the
bed and settled between her thighs, the head of his cock eased down her
slipperiness and breached her. They both groaned.
“Zarley.
Jesus, that’s, that’s . . .” He lost his words as she tipped her hips into him.
His
eyes were down on their joining and she watched his face signal his bliss as he
eased inside her till she was full of him, needed to adjust to him. He was
adjusting too, his body shaking with the effort of it, his belly hollowing out,
the muscles in his arms rigid.
“Move,
it’s okay to move. It’s going to be so good.”
He
pulled back almost all the way and pushed back in again, his eyes fighting to
stay open. She brought her knees up and his chin tipped back and he swore and
pushed inside more forcefully.
“Zarley.”
The crackle
in his voice, the lack of focus in his eyes, the tension and astonishment and
playfulness—she needed him now. “Reid, fuck me hard.”
He lost
it. Thrusting
He
braced over her on his hands and knees, wet hair falling over his forehead. “I
never let myself think about how I wanted this. Too dangerous. I watched porn
and got myself off but it never meant anything, a distraction, a relief. Your
skin, the way you smell, the way you move, how you react to me, make me feel,
it’s nothing I imagined and everything I was afraid to want.”
She
reached for him. “Take what you want, however you want it. I’m yours.”
He lowered
himself to one side, braced on one elbow and traced a finger gently over her
top lip, then bent to kiss her opening his mouth, demanding, his tongue
probing. Then his lips were on her chin, her neck, her sternum. He made her
stomach quiver when he licked into her belly button, then down, down, sucking,
teasing kisses across the crest of one hip that made her twitch and twist, till
he sat back on his haunches between her legs with a look of pure lechery on his
face.
She
parted her legs, just a little, and his breath went raspy as he put his hands
to her knees and opened her legs out. She was wet and they both heard the slick
sound of it.
He
studied her like there’d be a test later, like he was trying to see how the
parts fitted together, and she should’ve felt weird about that, exposed, except
for the awe she saw when his eyes came back to hers.
“Beautiful.”
He ran a finger from end to end and settled it over the nub of her clit and her
hips left the bed.
He smiled,
delighted. “You like that.”
“Do it
again.”
“Too
much I want to do. Touch you, lick you, suck you, but I’m not going to hold out
much longer.” He pressed his cock against his stomach. He was long and thick
and very, very ready. “I want to be inside you so much it hurts.”
She was
beyond ready too. He could do anything he wanted. He touched her clit again,
dragged his finger through her wetness and probed inside, making her hips jerk.
“Fuck.”
He scrambled back off the bed and she half sat in surprise, laughing when he
pulled her ankles so she slid, dragging the bed covering with her to the edge
of the bed. She dug that he wasn’t scared to be physical with her, that he
understood she was strong. She laughed again when he lifted her foot and put it
over his shoulder.
This is
the point other partners wimped out, pretended polite interest or wanted her to
do something awkwardly gymnastic and uncomfortable while they ate her out. Reid
went to his knees, smoothed his hands up her thighs and put his lips to her hip
flexor then tongued her length like it was the reason he was born.
She
dropped back to the bed, her strangled moan acting like applause, urging him
on. She got a hand to his hair and he stopped. “No, no don’t stop, that’s good,
that’s soo damn good.” He found her clit, closed his lips around it and she yipped
and wrenched out of his grasp.
Not an
orgasm but it was there, making her tremble, waiting to be coaxed out, but he
was all out of patience to explore. He crawled over her, shoved her back up the
bed and settled between her thighs, the head of his cock eased down her
slipperiness and breached her. They both groaned.
“Zarley.
Jesus, that’s, that’s . . .” He lost his words as she tipped her hips into him.
His
eyes were down on their joining and she watched his face signal his bliss as he
eased inside her till she was full of him, needed to adjust to him. He was
adjusting too, his body shaking with the effort of it, his belly hollowing out,
the muscles in his arms rigid.
“Move,
it’s okay to move. It’s going to be so good.”
He
pulled back almost all the way and pushed back in again, his eyes fighting to
stay open. She brought her knees up and his chin tipped back and he swore and
pushed inside more forcefully.
“Zarley.”
The crackle
in his voice, the lack of focus in his eyes, the tension and astonishment and
playfulness—she needed him now. “Reid, fuck me hard.”
He lost
it. Thrusting
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