Chapter 43
FORTY-THREE
ANNIKA
I quickly realize I’ve been having sex wrong this whole time.
To be fair, I’ve only had sex with two and a half guys before this moment with Reid.
And yes, I’m only counting Trey as half because it was not a mutual transaction.
I feel nervous and silly. I am so at ease.
I don’t feel self-conscious about my body around him or that he saw my flower underwear.
I’m not even wearing one of my lacy thongs.
I’m wearing full-coverage boy shorts! I should be embarrassed, but the way he looked at me melted away all my insecurities.
This guy is as obsessed with me as I am with him.
And frankly, no other showers will ever compare. He is required to wash my hair from now on.
We are curled around each other under the comforters now.
I’m on my back as Reid trails kisses from my temple to my lips, down my neck, along my breasts.
He detours to my nipples, where he gives each a lick and a suck, then continues to kiss my soft belly and my inner thighs.
Is he going to do what I think he’s going to do?
I’ve never had a guy go down on me before, but I always wondered what it would feel like.
A part of me feels embarrassed to be twenty-four years old and never received oral sex, but Reid’s comfort dissolves my self-consciousness.
He rubs the sides of my thighs as he lowers his head to my center, parting me as he licks a long line from the base to the top, sucking hard.
Holy shit
The warm and wet feeling of his mouth against me is out of this world.
I keep my gaze on him and run my fingers through his tousled wet hair.
He is nuzzling his face in me, making grunts like it’s the life force keeping him alive.
I feel every sensation ripple through me.
The heat in my core spreads to my entire body.
My toes curl, and my back buckles. He places one hand on my hip, holding me in place, then slides two fingers inside me as he sucks.
I can’t hold it any longer. The pleasure ripples through me like a wave crashing on a beach.
He kneels up slowly, and I look down at his erection, full and throbbing, the tip glistening. He grabs the condom on the bed and slides it over himself. I can see him wince as he puts it on.
“I don’t know if I’m going to last very long,” he says as he lowers himself over me, aiming himself at me.
He’s warmed me up enough that he slides in like the final puzzle piece.
We both share a moan and a gasp while I hook my legs around his back, curving my hips up to meet his.
He rocks gently in me at first, and we kiss each other longingly.
I feel the butterflies and heat building up again, and I angle my hips up to him, taking him in deeper as he increases his speed, letting another orgasm ripple out of me.
“My heart is yours,” he whispers in my ear.
I kiss him deeply and look into his green eyes, eyes I’ll look at forever, “Always yours,” I reply softly.
“Flip around,” I say, grabbing his shoulders and pushing him so I’m on top of him now.
He has this wicked look on his face, and a burst of courage runs through me. I straddle his hips and lower down onto him again. His head dips back toward the pillow, but I reach up and grab his head so he’s looking at me.
I start rocking on him, circling my hips around his while my hands cradle his head. This position makes me feel like a bad bitch. And yet, I’m fully exposed to him and bucking my hips to increase our desire. I don’t let myself overthink any move. I’m not getting in my own way any longer.
Reid starts to curl up off the bed toward me so we are facing each other, and I’m grinding in his lap.
He cups the back of my ass, easing into him deeper.
We both fire into each other, building up and up until we release.
I grab his shoulders and pull him close...
I can feel his release, and then he relaxes inside of me.
We collapse on the bed and savor a few moments longer in each other’s arms. I’m at peace with him tucked under my arms, my big spoon to his little. He brings my hands up to his mouth, giving little kisses.
“I love you, Reid Taylor Parker,” I say to his warm back.
He reaches his arm around to caress my thigh. “I love you too, Annika Gomes, I always will.”