27. Quinn
Quinn
Reid takes the straps of my dress, tugging them off my shoulders. After that, the dress just falls to the floor. And I am left standing in nothing more than a lacy bralette, the same color as my skin and matching panties.
And well, I’m sure there are many women who would give anything to have a body like mine. I have always been a little self-conscious about it when I’m naked. I don’t have the curves that many women have. I feel understated, pale. Freckles stand out on me. Any imperfection stands out on me.
But as Reid takes me in with his eyes, he also draws in a soft, sharp breath.
And it occurs to me in that moment that, despite the fact he has seen glimpses of me, felt pieces of me, he’s never experienced me in my entirety.
And while the thought of it terrifies me, I also want it more than I’ve ever wanted anything.
So with my eyes locked on his, I unhook my bra and peel it from my skin, holding it out to the side and dropping it.
With it, I drop all of my insecurities. His eyes trace the soft mounds of my breasts, and I can almost feel the touch.
Enough that my nipples grow hard. Enough that I feel myself slowly growing wet with the anticipation of actual touch.
After that, I hook my thumbs inside the elastic of my panties and bend forward to push them to my ankles before stepping out of them.
Reid takes me in again, this time without the gasp, but with a hunger in his eyes that wasn’t there before.
And the next thing I know he is picking me up effortlessly and carrying me over to the bed.
He lays me down softly before crawling on top of me, still fully closed.
His mouth finds mine, pampering me with soft, slow kisses.
Then he pulls back and kisses my chin, the line of my jaw, the swell of my neck down to my collarbones, which have always been pronounced.
Another thing that I wasn’t quite sure was attractive, and yet the way you read drags his tongue slowly along the definition of one of them makes me realize that it’s possible not an inch of my skin is unattractive.
That for the right man, it might just be desirable simply because it belongs to me.
The kisses trail along, moving south at an unhurried pace.
He kisses my breasts, teasing them only momentarily.
Yet it’s still enough to make me squirm.
He knows that I am sensitive. He knows what I need.
And while I’m under the impression that he fully intends to give me that, he is in no way in a hurry.
We have all night. Even though we have somewhere to be in the morning.
It feels less important than where we are right now.
Where we are right now is discovering each other in ways.
I have never explored anyone in my life.
Never allowed anyone else to explore me.
He kisses down my navel, making me giggle momentarily at the tickle of his whiskers across my skin.
He continues lower and lower. Enjoying and appreciating every inch for what it is.
Then he comes back on his knees and links his arms around my thighs, encouraging them apart.
He kisses each thigh on the inside, leaving trails of fire in the wake.
With every centimeter that he gets closer to the part of me that needs him most, I can feel myself swelling.
I can feel my hips rocking up to meet his mouth.
I can feel my wetness building inside of me, waiting for the release.
Reid’s mouth covers my pussy, open, warm, and wet.
“Ohhh…” I gasp as my head rolls back slightly.
I wish in vain that I could bottle this feeling that I have right now.
The first touch of his tongue against the most sensitive parts of me.
He licks the length of me even more slowly than he showered me with kisses.
From opening to clit, up and down over and over until I can feel my heart beating in every inch of my body.
Finally, he allows the tip of his tongue to tease my clit, and I gasp again, this time in need.
“Yes,” I tell him. “Just like that.”
For the first time, Reid does not tease me in a way that is cruel. He doesn’t make me beg the way he normally would. He simply reads my body and gives it what it’s asking for. I don’t even have to speak.
His tongue picks up the pace, adding more pressure, flickering across the skin until heat rushes from my lower abdomen, through my thighs, surging to that point where his tongue is touching me. Until finally…finally…the orgasm crashes over me like the waves slapping the sand outside our hotel room.
Once my body grows still, and I am left trying to gather myself again, Reid stands up and tugs his shirt over his head.
He reveals his toned physique, from his hard chest speckled lightly and wisps of hair, to washboard abs that give the impression he is flexing when he is simply just standing there in front of me.
I gasp at the sheer size of him as he unbuckles his pants and lets them fall to the floor.
Then, with his eyes locked on me, he drags his boxer briefs down over his hard, smooth cock, demanding to be free.
I take in the sight of it, from base to head, the sheer girth of it, and every part of me aches to be full of him.
Slowly, he crawls on top of me, kissing me again while stroking himself with his hand. Then he teases my slit with the smooth, hot tip, and for a moment, I actually wish that I could taste him before he thrusts himself inside of me.
Of course, once he is inside of me, I don’t want him to move.
I gasp at the size, and he studies me for a moment to make sure that I am okay.
I know it is a silent answer, and he drives himself further inside of me.
Deeper than I thought he could go. Deeper than I thought I could take him.
Deep enough to touch something within me that no one has ever touched.
“You feel so fucking good,” he grits out as his hips rhythmically pressed towards mine, tugging back and then back in again to create friction that makes me shudder. “I’ve had dreams about the way you would feel. But I had no idea it would be like this.”
As he picks up the pace, I rake my hands through his hair, tugging and pulling and scratching, needing something to hold on to while he strokes the fire inside of me.
I am not a virgin. I have also never been married. And despite both of those facts, I can honestly say that I have never been fucked like this before. I have never felt so connected to another human.
And while the experience is almost spiritual, with every thrust, one thing is very apparent right now. It is also primal. And I need him more than I have ever needed anyone. I need to get off.
“Reid,” I whimper as he slowly picks up the pace, grunting over me as beads of sweat drip from his nose onto my bare chest. “Reid…”
“Yes,” he answers with a raspy voice. “Tell me what you want. Tell me what you need.”
“I need you to make me come,” I whisper. “I need you to fuck me.”
Reid’s eyes grow dark with something primal. He crashes into me violently, giving me more pleasure than I’ve ever felt in my life while taking pleasure for himself with every thrust in and out, in and out.
He drives further and further, faster and faster until finally we both moan as the orgasm rips through our bodies.
We cry out as it overtakes us, giving in to every ripple and every wave.
Until finally, the orgasm renders us helpless, and he falls to his side next to me.
For a moment, we are silent, facing each other as we drift back to earth.
I smile, and so does he. Then he kisses me and my eyes slowly close. Sleep takes me hard and fast.