Chapter 18 #2
“You can get yourself off for me later. In fact, I’d love to see that. Watch you use those fingers.” I smiled when her gaze darted to the nightstand at the side of the bed. “Or maybe a toy. Do you want to fuck yourself for me?”
“Well, I have been known to take my pleasure into my own hands, so to speak.” A grin, sexy and full of the knowledge that she had me over a barrel, lit her face. “And usually do a better job at it than any man.”
A growl erupted from my throat. The idea of another man with his hands on her turned me almost violent. I wasn’t a fool. No woman this sexy hadn’t had lovers before, and I was fine with that. I just didn’t want to hear about them. Not now, when she waited, spread wide and more than ready for me.
“Not better than me.” My voice oozed confidence.
Reese’s lips ticked up. “Prove it.”
“Is that a challenge, Little Trouble? The way you fucked my face out on your balcony didn’t prove it already?” Placing one knee on the mattress, between her legs, I braced my arms next to her, effectively caging her in. “But if you insist, I’ll prove it again.”
Lowering my head, I swiped my tongue down her breastbone and over to her nipple.
The minute I contacted the hardened flesh, her hands came up to grip my hair, holding me in place.
There was something about a woman who knew what pleased her, knew what she wanted that could turn a man inside out.
With every flick of my tongue or nip of my teeth, Reese reacted.
Whether it was the tightening of her fingers, or the low moan escaping her lips, or her restless movements beneath me.
Everything let me know she was completely on board for the ride.
The minute she tried to guide me to her other breast, I snatched back control.
Clamping down on her nipple, I gazed up at her and tugged.
The sight of her throwing her head back, her mouth opening in soundless exhalation almost had me plunging inside her without a care in the world.
Except I wasn’t ready for that yet. I could play with her all day, keeping her on edge over and over again, and I didn’t think it would ever be enough.
That should worry me a lot more than it actually did.
“Clay, please,” she pleaded, the sound of her calling my name making me even harder.
Disengaging from my prize, I lifted my head to look down at her. “Please what?”
“Fuck me. God, I want to feel you inside me.” She shifted, her legs bending until her knees captured my hips, lifting her core closer to my cock. “I knew from—”
It didn’t matter that she had cut herself off. I knew exactly what she was going to say.
“From our phone call.”
All it took was a handful of days for everything in my life to turn on its head. Meeting Reese had somehow set things in motion I hadn’t been expecting. Yet nothing felt wrong.
Certainly not this moment with her.
Reese nodded, her hands drifting from my hair down my chest. I halted her wayward motion before this whole thing was over, before I’d gotten inside her body.
Leaning back, I picked up the condom and rolled it down my length, trying not to go off simply from the sensation and her heated stare on my body.
I tucked my arm around her waist, moving her more securely to the middle of the bed, before guiding myself to her entrance.
Slowly, somehow more slowly than I thought possible given the desperation tearing through my body, I slid inside.
Her pussy was snug, the walls tightening like a vice as I shifted forward.
“Eyes open and on me, Little Trouble,” I hissed the moment they fluttered shut. The need to watch her, for her to watch me, overrode everything.
She stroked her hands around to my back before lowering them to my ass. Sharp pricks of sensation shot through me as her nails scored my flesh.
“Marking me?” The thought turned me on more than off.
“Maybe-ahhhhhhh.” The word morphed into a groan as I pulled out and plunged back inside. “God, you feel good.”
I could say the same about her, except words seemed to evade me at the moment. Instead, I gave myself over to the demands of our bodies and let myself feel.
Her hands clutching at my ass.
The heat of her pussy scalding me through the thin latex.
The squeeze of her body, refusing to let me go with every stroke.
The hardness of her nipple under my tongue as I captured it in my mouth once again.
Her firm flesh as I ran my hand from her backside to her breast and back again.
I couldn’t get enough of any part of her.
I didn’t want to get enough.
Reese’s legs wrapped around my hips, keeping me pulled tight to her.
Rocking back and forth, I set up a rhythm designed to please but not destined to last long.
It couldn’t with the soft words she whispered in my ear, begging for more, pleading with me to take her hard, telling me exactly what she wanted.
Her voice set my blood on fire, the same as her body did.
There was something elemental between us, something I’d never experienced or even thought was possible.
Levering myself up, I balanced on my hand and reached behind me for her feet, untangling them from where they locked behind my back.
Given the freedom, I sat back slightly, my dick pulling out of her body.
For a second, the sight held me captive.
Wetness, her essence coating the condom and shining against her skin.
A sharp hiss grabbed my attention and pulled it to her face. Reese stared down the length of her body, her gaze pinned exactly where mine had been seconds before. Her pupils were blown wide, heat and desire clear in them.
Slowly, I stroked back inside, our stares centered on the movement of my body into hers.
Another sight that would stay etched in my memory until my last breath.
Almost of its own accord, my body sped up. Unable to maintain a slow pace any longer, I needed the friction, the harshness, the strength that went along with losing myself inside her.
I curled my hands beneath her thighs, pushing them back closer to her chest until she was spread wide open for me. I wanted to touch her everywhere, kiss every part of her.
My hips snapped back and forth, the pace punishing and healing at the same time.
Reese’s breaths started coming in short pants. Her neck arched as she threw her head back. One of her hands crept toward her breast, palming it and pulling on her hardened nub, mimicking my actions from moments ago. Her other slipped to her clit, and her breath hitched.
“Hell no,” I murmured as I abandoned the hold I had on one of her legs and took over the motion. “I make you come.” Words were getting harder to put together coherently. “You find your pleasure at my hand.”
Her breathless “yesssssss” almost did me in again.
Circling her clit, I let myself go. With each flick and touch, her body tightened around me. Still, I shuttled back and forth, harder and harder. Needing leverage, I released her other leg, bracing my hand on the bed next to her head.
With a pinch on her clit, Reese screamed, “Clay.”
The sound of my name on her lips destroyed me. I leaned down, capturing the sound with my mouth. Wanting to inhale her as I was doing with her breath.
Every ounce of coordination fled my body. My hips snapped back and forth while my fingers still teased her most sensitive flesh. Tingles worked their way down my spine, and I knew there was no holding back.
Lifting my head, I stared deep into her eyes as I thrust in one more time, holding my body tight against hers. I felt the fluttering of another climax rip through her body along with mine.
Her name slipped out on a whisper right before she tunneled her hands through my hair and brought my lips down to hers, taking exactly what she wanted.
For long moments we lost ourselves in the kiss, in the way our tongues tangled, and my body slowly came back under my control.
I angled her head, delving deep into her mouth, the boldness of the wine still lingering.
The minute my body stilled, I stretched out on top of her, still connected at our cores.
My mind tried to kick back into gear, but only a single thought filtered through it.
How was one night ever going to be enough?