Chapter 22
22
“ W hy are you torturing me?” I groaned moments later when all he’d done was strip me naked and kiss his way from my neck to my ankles, skimming down the front of my legs instead of straight down the middle where I needed him.
He knelt in front of me, the muscles in his shoulders bunching as he kissed the inside of my left knee, a spot I hadn’t been aware was so sensitive. I tried to tug his head up by weaving my fingers into his white-blonde hair, but he nipped my inner thigh lightly with his teeth instead, and I yelped.
“I don’t remember you being this greedy,” he said with his lips against the skin of my inner thigh, so I felt every word. “That motherfucker definitely doesn’t make you come enough.”
I squirmed as he tickled my hip bone with a featherlight kiss. “He’s never made me come.” I couldn’t look at him as I said it. I was too embarrassed, but I could feel him watching me. “I think there might be something wrong with me.”
Why don’t you ever finish? You don’t enjoy sex like other women do.
The sneer on Kevin’s face when he said it remained branded into my memory. I’d started to fake an orgasm every time we had sex, and he hadn’t complained again.
Without warning, Reaper planted an open-mouthed kiss on my clit, letting his tongue roll back and forth across it slowly as he sucked gently and held my hips in place. He moved faster but with precision, never letting the pleasure relent for even a second.
I thrashed and panted and fisted my hands in his hair so roughly, it probably hurt, but he kept going until my knees buckled and he had to push me onto the bed to stop me from tumbling to the floor as an orgasm crashed through me.
“There’s nothing wrong with you, darling.” With his hands on my waist, he slid me up the bed. “Grab the headboard.” He tossed out the lazy command as his eyes swept down my naked body, alight with hunger and possessiveness.
I moved my fingers into gaps in the ornately carved wooden headboard and gripped it like it would somehow help me stay grounded.
But there was no staying grounded when he ever-so-slowly lowered himself over me, sliding down until his mouth hovered between my parted legs again. “Be a good girl, and don’t let go until I tell you to.”
Whatever word I’d been about to utter in agreement dissolved into a helpless moan when he licked up my seam and settled his focus on my clit again. After my second orgasm, he pushed a finger inside me, then another one, making me come again as he curved them and stroked a spot that made my hips buck off the mattress.
When he tried to push a third finger in, I whimpered at the stretching pressure.
Reaper looked up at me, his expression focused. “If you’re going to take my cock, baby, you’re going to have to take another finger first. Just trust me and relax.”
He put his tongue and his thumb over my clit at the same time while he worked the third finger in, and my vision splintered with pain that shattered into pleasure so intense, I was pretty sure I was screaming but felt like I was outside my body.
“Are you okay?” he murmured, still thrusting gently, causing smaller waves of pleasure to keep radiating out through my limbs.
I nodded, not sure I remembered how to speak.
“Do you still want me to fuck you?”
I nodded again, spreading my knees wider and thrusting down onto his fingers to convince him I was ready. Instead of immediately pulling out, he flicked his tongue over my clit again, licking and working his fingers until I was about to come. Then he repositioned on the bed, replacing his fingers with the head of his cock. He’d taken his kilt off and put a condom on without me even noticing.
I hadn’t thought Kevin was particularly small, but Reaper was thicker, stretching me open as he worked his way in with tiny strokes. He watched me closely, his eyes tender and attentive to my every reaction. When I winced, he lowered a hand to stroke my clit, and instantly all pain became pleasure.
In the mindless minutes that followed, he somehow managed to shove all the way in, groaning as he filled me completely.
Neither of us spoke, but we locked eyes as he began to thrust. The connection between us was palpable. I’d never felt so present and so completely lost at the same time. Only he was real, only the feel of him mattered. I forgot who I was and where I was as I came again, clenching around his cock.
His lips parted in awe. “Oh fuck, Juliet…I can feel you coming.”
He groaned low in his throat and thrust deeper, holding himself there as he finished too.
I expected him to get up and go about his business, but he took care of the condom and looked down at me with an adoring smile. “You can let go of the headboard now, darling.”
I pried my rigid fingers off the wood. I’d been gripping it so hard, I wondered if I’d left behind indentations. Without something to hold on to, I felt like I’d been untethered, and the force of what I’d just experienced threatened to swallow me whole. As I went to curl in on myself in embarrassment that I was so overwhelmed, Reaper climbed onto the bed and pulled me onto his lap, cradling me against his chest.
He planted a gentle kiss on my forehead. “Whatever you’re feeling is okay.”
“It scares me.” I gripped his arm. He didn’t question what scared me, and I was glad because I didn’t think I could articulate it. He was probably used to people having an existential crisis after having sex with him.
“Just let me hold you, darling,” he whispered. His arms tightened around me. “It’s about fucking time someone took care of you.”
He scooted us back so he could lean against the headboard, making it clear he’d hold me as long as I needed. He’d just given me the most intense pleasure of my life. Now we were skin to skin, breathing entangled and hearts thumping against each other. He held me there until I relaxed, not saying a word, expecting nothing from me.
He was just there , holding space for my feelings.