Chapter 12
REENA
Porter sits there, a stunned look on his face, and then comprehension dawns. He stands, a wide smile spreading across his face as he towers over me.
His hands land at my waist and he leans in. The heat of him soaks into me and his eyes have gone dark with emotion as he says, "I've been dying to kiss you since this morning."
I know him well enough to realize that he needs my consent to take this step so I give him what he needs. What we both want.
"Honestly, you can kiss me anytime you want."
I'm blessed with another smile from him, the biggest one yet, and it softens the sharp angles of his face.
But I don't have long to analyze how handsome he is because his lips land on mine and I'm overwhelmed by how perfectly this man knows to kiss me.
Every other one before was good, so good, but now I have proof he was holding back.
The edge of his teeth skate over my bottom lip and I gasp at how good it feels.
His tongue darts into my mouth and it's instantly the best kiss I've ever had.
My hands are on his shoulders and he's the anchor holding me up.
Especially when his hands glide up my back, under my shirt, his calloused fingers sending little shocks along the ridge of my spine and my legs go a little weak.
When we finally break apart, I'm flushed, unsteady and aching for more of this man. As if he can read my mind, he leans down, sweeps me into his arms and cradles me against his chest.
"I want to make love to you, Reena."
My core clenches at his statement and I'm instantly hot everywhere at the idea of being that intimate with this man. Because if a kiss had me feeling weak, what would it be like to have all of him.
"Yes, please." He grins and I'm struck by how satisfying it is to make this man happy. Every little twitch of his lips, each kind of smile, I'll store them away because they transform him.
"Thank God." He strides across the cabin, pushing open the door to his bedroom with the toe of his boot and lays me down on the quilt covered bed. I don't have a chance to do anything as he takes charge, stripping my clothes off like he can't wait to see what lies beneath.
When I'm bare, he steps back, eyes dark and glittering, and groans. "You're so damn beautiful, Reena."
I reach for him, and he drops down, propping himself over me on his forearms. He's fully clothed and the flannel of his shirt is soft against my bare skin, but I want to feel him against me.
"Patience, sweetheart." He traces his teeth against the line of my neck, and I shiver at the sensation. "I want to taste every inch of you. I've been dreaming of this since we met and I'm not about to rush this."
He proves it to me. His mouth is everywhere, nipping, teasing, tasting, and my skin is on fire.
He cups my breasts, laving each nipple with his tongue before sucking on them until they're hard and aching.
My hands are on his back, holding on as he worships me, and when he makes his way down, over the curve of my belly, pausing to look at me when he reaches my core.
There's an intensity in his gaze I've never seen before when he says, "Finally. "
Then his lips are on me, sucking my clit into his mouth and I bow up off the bed.
It's as if all the sensations he's built up inside me are swirling beneath my skin and the nerves in that bundle are on fire.
I'm panting and almost cry when he releases it, a long dragging lick following it, and I only barely hear him say, "So delicious. "
I can't say anything back because he thrusts a finger inside me, curling it until I'm squirming and panting for relief.
My core is tight, aching and I'm right on the edge of release when he adds a second finger, stretching me and pushing deep.
I cry out, his name falling from my lips, my fingers clenched tight around the short strands of his hair.
Porter mumbles something that sounds very pleased, satisfied, and I blink bleary eyes at him. He's watching me, and I don't want to wait any more. I need this man inside me. All of him.
"You better get undressed really quickly or we're going to have a problem."
A cocky smirk appears and then he does exactly as I hoped.
His clothes disappear as quickly as mine did and in the back of my mind I promise to savor the process another time.
But in this moment, I want nothing more than to have him naked, every inch of his muscled frame pressed against me. Bare skin to bare skin.
He gives me exactly what I wish for and there's only an instant of hesitation, when he pulls down his boxer briefs and his rigid cock springs free.
It's big, thick and there's a visible vein running along it's length.
He grips it in one big hand, squeezing it hard, and I can see the shine of pre-cum at the tip already. And I want it desperately.
"You're perfect."
"Good to know." He doesn't linger, though, crawling over me until his heat surrounds me and he's notched at my entrance. And there he pauses, and I can sense what's holding him back.
"I'm on birth control. Have been for years. And I haven't been with anyone in over a year. My doctor tested me at my annual appointment and I'm clean."
His cock twitches against me. He closes his eyes, still holding back, and he asks, "Are you sure? You want me bare, like this? I'm clean, too, but even with that, if you want me to use a condom, I'll wait until I can get some."
"No waiting. I want you, Porter. Now. Like this. Every inch of you."
As if my words unlock something inside him, he surges forward, burying himself to the hilt and I lose myself in the feeling of how right this is.
My nails dig into his back, and I hold on as he draws back, then drives into me once more.
It's amazing. Filling me up, leaving me aching and empty as he retreats, then setting me on fire as he builds up the rhythm.
There's nothing but the two of us and I don't fight against the feeling.
I just let it happen.