82. Chapter Thirteen
Chapter eighty-two
Carrie
“It’s tilted to the left,” I say to Reid, who is on top of a ladder adjusting our gorgeous silver angel topper on our giant tree, decorated in red and silver. “Now it’s too far right,” I amend.
“Again?” he asks, over his shoulder, while I’m looking at how perfect his backside is in the sweats he put on when we got home earlier. All those squats I now know he does in the mornings have worked out quite nicely for me.
“Yes,” I say, biting my lip because no, not really. The topper is fine. “A little left.” He moves the angel. “Now right.”
“That’s it,” Reid says. “I’m done. Let the leaning angel just be happy.” He climbs down the ladder and I’m laughing when he turns to face me.
He frowns and pulls me in front of him. “What’s so funny?”
“The topper was fine a long time ago. I was just enjoying the view.”
His eyes light. “Is that right?”
“Yes. That’s right.”
“All right then,” he says, cupping my breasts, his thumbs stroking my bare nipples beneath the barely-there tank top I changed into earlier, sans the bra. “Show me yours,” and he tugs down the tank, his gaze raking over my exposed nipples, the air cold and his gaze hot.
“Your perfect ass and all that decorating you did with me did, in fact, make me very appreciative.” I stroke my hand down his sweats, the thick ridge of his erection expanding under my touch.
“How appreciative?” he asks, his hands palming my breasts, his lips finding that hot breath right before mine.
“I’d rather show you,” I say, but before I can act on that statement, he’s kissing me, a hot, melt-me-right-here-in-front-of-the-tree kiss, and when his lips part mine, he’s already pulling my tank over my head. It hits the floor, and his gaze rakes hotly over my naked breasts again and before I can take control, which is my intent, he’s turned me, my back to his front, and pulled my leggings down. He then lifts me and drags them away, leaving me naked, my backside pressed to his thick cock and of course, he is in control. Not that I have anything to complain about, considering his hands are now back on my breasts, tugging on my nipples, sensations rippling through me and clenching my sex.
He rotates me to face the opposite direction, pressing me forward, into the chair by the tree. I’m now on my knees with that man’s hand smacking me on the backside and it’s not a small or gentle hand. I yelp and look over my shoulder but whatever I was going to say is gone when I watch him strip away his tee, all that damn perfect muscle rippling and flexing. He smacks my backside again and my sex clenches, but I am not totally lost, my plan still in my mind. When he steps back to pull down his sweats, I flip around and watch him.
“Turn back around, baby, or I’m just going to spank you harder when I make you.”
His sweats are now gone, his cock thrusting forward, thick and pulsing, and I go down on my knees in front of him, my hand on his thigh. I look up at him. “You sure about that?” My hand closes around his shaft and I lick the salty dampness at the soft tip of his rock hard erection.
He sucks in a breath and his hand goes to my hair, tangling into it. “I could be convinced to go easy on you.”
I laugh and give him a coy look. “Oh, really? How exactly can I convince you?”
“Suck me, baby, sooner rather than later.”
“I’d rather lick you first,” I say, giving him a lick that earns me a deep, guttural groan that he follows by clenching his fist around my hair.
“Don’t tease me, Carrie.”
I smile because my man can’t stand to feel out of control. He needs it. He can’t help it but we both know that right now I’m in control. I let him have his way though. I give him more which is what he wants and needs, because he gives me plenty. I swirl my tongue around the tip of him and then suckle. He arches into the sensation and I’m inspired. I want him doing a whole lot more than just arching but I’m going to make him really want it.
I lick him up and down, and repeat until he’s growling my name.
Now, I give him what he really wants. I draw him back into my mouth, one hand on that crazy perfect ass, while the other tightens my grip on his shaft and I begin to suck and pump at the same time. Reid arches into the sensations and I have what I want. He needs and wants, and he’s thrusting into my mouth, his hand tight on my hair, his powerful body under my control even as that hand on my head tries to pretend otherwise. He’s been controlling everything. He’s been fighting to keep his father in check, my father in check. He never let’s go. He feels like he can’t and that goes so much deeper than the present day. I want to be his escape and I suck harder, deeper. I am aroused by the idea of being that for him. I need it. He needs it. And just watching the way he tilts his head back, losing himself in the moment, is a success, it’s me giving to him like he does to me. My asshole of a man is not an asshole at all, but actually all about my pleasure, and now, I’m all about his.
He pumps harder and groans, a deep, hard groan before he’s shuddering and the salty taste of his release fills my taste buds. I don’t even think about pulling back. I take him all the way and slowly ease him into that perfect place that we all crave, and then back down to the sweet bliss of sated satisfaction. When he’s there, all the way there, I pull back and look at him. “The tree is beautiful, right?”
He laughs, a low raspy laugh and pulls me to my feet. “Yes, baby, it’s beautiful just like you. Let’s me show you how beautiful.” I twist away from him, aware that he wants to return the pleasure, but I’m not having it. “Not tonight,” I say. “Tonight was about you. Just you.” I dart away, and into our bedroom.
But I don’t make it far. Reid is right behind me and pulling me to him, our naked bodies melding together as he strokes a strand of hair from my face. “You know you rock my world in every way, right?” he asks, backing me up until my body hits the mattress.
“I hope so,” I say. “You’re marrying me, remember?”
“You hope so?” he asks. “Obviously, I need to take away the question.”
“I don’t want you to do anything for me tonight, Reid. For once, let it be just about you.”
“Every moment I’m with you is for me, and I hope you. Every moment, Carrie, and I’m not just talking about sex. But right now, I want you on my tongue.” He kisses me, stroking into my mouth and when his fingers press between my legs, that wet heat between my legs defies my declaration that tonight is all about him.
I moan into his mouth and he presses me back on the bed, and I can’t fight it. This man is just too good at making me want and need for me to resist. Not that I could. In about two seconds, he’s on his knees and my legs are spread, knees bent, and he licks my clit. A few more licks in and I decide that a man with this kind of skill should be a part of every girl’s happily ever after.
It sure is mine.
And so, he gives me my escape, licking, suckling and taking even as he’s giving, and when we finally settle into bed, me in his arms, our tree alight in the other room, I feel like we’re there in that perfect place where no one can take this from us. Not even his father.