Chapter 34 #3
I didn’t have to ask if she knew what she was saying.
It was clear in her eyes she understood the implication and the question she posed.
I shouldn’t respond. It would be a level of protection I should probably afford myself, but all thoughts in that direction went out the window when I looked at her.
“One day you’re going to know, and it’s going to kick you in your butt, son.” I’d thought Father was crazy when he said that to fourteen-year-old me.
He wasn’t.
Taking her hand, I lowered a knee to the bed and braced myself over her.
I captured her gaze, holding it so she could see everything in my heart, to know I meant everything I said.
“I will gladly make love to you, Reese. Any time you ask, for as long as you want. Forever, if that’s what you want,” I responded before taking her mouth again and lowering my body onto hers.
We kissed for what felt like forever until I rolled onto my back and set her astride me.
The moonlight filtered through the darkened glass windows, the whole space walls of glass.
Gripping her hips, I lifted her so her pussy rested against my cock.
I could feel her heat and wetness along my most sensitive skin and wanted nothing more than to slip inside her, bare as could be.
God, what that would feel like. Except I couldn’t, not with so much unsettled between us.
Reaching over into the nightstand drawer, I grabbed a condom, placing it in her hand before kissing her knuckles.
“Ride me, beautiful. Take what you want.”
Biting her lip, she stared down at the foil pack for a heartbeat before ripping it open and sliding the latex down my length. Her small hands almost had me going off with no effort at all. Reese naked was all the incentive I truly needed.
Bracing herself above me, she gripped my base, holding me steady at her entrance as she lowered herself onto me.
With each undulation of her hips, I fought the need to thrust, to take her.
By the time I was fully seated inside her pussy, I thought I’d die from keeping it together.
My body was taut and ready to explode, but I wouldn’t rush this.
“God, Clay.” The way she spoke my name sounded almost like a prayer. “You feel so good. I feel so full.”
I skimmed my hands up her torso, loving the way she tossed her head back when I cupped her breasts.
“Look at you. Gorgeous. Take what you want from me.” The minute I tugged on her taut nipples, her body clamped down on my cock.
“Your body likes that, doesn’t it? Your pussy has my cock in a stranglehold. ”
“I love it, Clay.” She shifted, earning a groan from both of us. “I’d keep you right here if I could.”
It was no less than exactly what I wanted.
I abandoned her breasts, my hands finding her hips. Rocking her body, she ground down on me, her clit rubbing against the base of my cock. Fighting with every bit of control I possessed, I somehow held back from exploding. Instead, I focused on watching her.
The flush of red covered her breasts.
Her hands raked through her hair.
Her head thrown back on a gasp, causing her to move faster, with more purpose.
When her hands cupped her breasts, I damn near went over the edge. So pretty. So sexy. So real.
I’d spent enough nights in bed with her now that I knew the little sounds she made when she was close. It would take me decades to learn everything else about her, but this I knew.
“Touch your breasts,” I whispered into the room, where only our quickened breaths could be heard.
“Play with those pretty nipples of yours. Pretend they’re my fingers on you, pulling until you scream.
” Her body bucked at my words, losing the rhythm she’d set.
I moved my right hand to the place where we were joined, loving the way she jolted at my touch. “I’ll take care of your clit.”
Circling the small nub with my fingers, I drove her up to the top of the peak for a split second before letting her come down. On and on it went until she was screaming out my name, cursing it to let her come.
“Grab it, Little Trouble. Take it.” She could have any damn thing she wanted from me.
With the sassiest of looks, she leaned over me, trapping my hand between our bodies and sealing her mouth to mine.
She moved her hips faster and faster, mine joining in for the ride.
I thrust up into her, and all the while our mouths remained locked.
Our tongues remained tangled, searching and coming together, just like our bodies and our hearts.
Her whole body stiffened, and she launched herself upright, grinding down against me.
“Clay,” she screamed, and it was the best thing I ever heard.
Before she finished, I flipped her onto her back, pummeling into her without a lick of suaveness or rhythm. It didn’t take more than a handful of seconds to lose myself in her body, which seemed fitting because, if I were honest, it didn’t take much more than that for me to lose myself in her.
“Reese,” I moaned into her neck and thought I may have lost consciousness for a second.
The feeling was that intense. Awareness filtered through to me as her hands played with my hair.
Lifting myself up, I stared into her eyes, in love for the first time in my life.
As I looked down at her, I watched a tear form.
The sight gutted me. The feeling that I’d done something wrong pierced me.
I needed to know what it was and how I could fix it.
“Reese?” Her name, a reverent question this time.
“I know.”
I wasn’t sure what that meant, but for some reason it made me worried.