CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
Reynolds
I stood in Nadine’s kitchen and drank a cup of coffee. I was admiring the view of the bay down below. The sunrise was just finishing up. It was a beautiful morning.
I was an early riser. I always had been and always would be.
Plus, I couldn’t quit thinking about last night’s events. Nadine had sucked me off again on the way home, and, despite the privacy screen, I was pretty sure Byron thought I was being murdered because I made so much noise.
Then we’d fucked on our way to her bedroom, which we’d had to find since neither of us had ever been there before. We’d finally just given up, and I’d taken her hard against a wall in her condo.
We found her bedroom later, where we’d done it again. And I’d woken her up twice during the night for more.
My God. I’d never had sex like this before.
Not even at Cayenne had I had it so good.
Not even with multiple women working on me.
Not even close. I caught a reflection of myself in the window and almost laughed.
I was grinning like a fool, my hair standing out all over my head.
I rubbed my naked chest. I was standing there in my boxers and bare feet.
I winced, realizing what I had to talk to her about this morning.
Carmen had insisted we should go over the contract and any rules I wanted to set in place so that there were no doubts about anything.
She had told me it was difficult for some Cinnamon Girls.
That they became attached and mistook sex for love.
She said it happened to the men as well.
They sometimes developed feelings that weren’t returned and were hurt when the Cinnamon Girl took her money and left at the end of the contract.
I didn’t want Nadine hurt. I had to be clear about what this was and what it wasn’t.
I wasn’t worried about myself. There was no way I’d get attached to her.
To the sex? Yes, that could be a problem.
But I’d face that when I had to. I had no doubt I’d be walking away from her in six months with nothing but fond memories.
As for the sex? Maybe I could work something out with her where we met up a few times a year after all of this was over. I smiled. Yeah. That would work.
I finished my coffee and put the mug in the sink.
I walked into her bedroom. My angel slept hard.
Her face was peaceful as her head rested on her pillow, her long, shiny hair tossed all around her.
I got hard as I looked at her. She was naked.
The sheets were pushed down to her waist. Her breasts were exposed.
I stared at them, trying to remember if I’d ever seen a pair as perfect as hers.
My breathing was getting heavier as I watched her.
God. I rubbed a hand over my face. I lost count of how many times we’d fucked yesterday, but I was most definitely ready to go again.
I wondered if she was cold. She had pushed almost all of her covers off her.
I crawled in beside her. She didn’t stir. I imagined sliding down in the bed, crawling between her legs, and waking her up by eating her pussy.
“Fuck,” I whispered, the thought making me even harder. I’d loved how responsive she was to it last night on that sofa at Cinnamon. I moved the covers back, eased down the bed and crawled between her legs. I nuzzled her thighs apart. She sighed and moved a little.
I froze, but she settled back into sleep.
I grinned and spread her further. I wanted to look at her.
She was perfect. She’d obviously been to the spa recently.
She was freshly waxed. I felt like I could stare at her pussy for a lot longer than was normal.
Damn. She was everything I’d ever wanted physically. She checked every goddamn box.
I settled between her legs and got comfortable. Then, still holding her thighs apart, I licked her from her seam to her clit several times. I watched her the whole time.
“Mmm.” She made a few sounds and arched her back a little.
I grinned and lazily circled her clit with my tongue. I did it until I heard her breathing pick up. She moaned.
I suckled it lightly.
Her eyes fluttered open. She blinked at me for a minute. Then her eyes widened, and she tried to sit up. But I shook my head, held onto her thighs, and licked her more insistently. I had her locked in place.
“Oh, God,” she keened. “That… feels so good.” She was mumbling, barely awake.
I blew on her clit, and she shivered. I watched with satisfaction as her nipples tightened into hard peaks. I licked back to her opening and fucked her with my tongue.
It wasn’t long before she reached beside her and gripped her hands in the sheets. “Please,” she said and tossed her head to the other side.
I fucked up into her a few more times, then licked and kissed my way back to her clit, suctioned my lips around it, and suckled long and hard as I flicked it with my tongue.
She went wild as the orgasm hit her. She cried out as she bucked and writhed against me. “Fuck,” she groaned as I drew the orgasm out, fucking her with a couple of fingers and rubbing her G-spot while I continued to suckle her clit.
She started pounding on my back. “That’s enough…Oh, God!” She came again. I could feel her pulsing around my fingers. I couldn’t help my satisfied smile. I removed my fingers and licked and sucked her gently until she lay still.
“Jesus, Reynolds. Is that how you say good morning?”
I laughed. “Sure is.” I crawled up her body, taking my time over her breasts. I suckled each tight peak before moving to her mouth. I took her lips hungrily as I cupped her jaw in my hands.
Finally, I pulled back. “I missed you,” I said. “I was having coffee and wondering what to have for breakfast.” I cocked my eyebrow at her and kissed along her jawline. “Then I thought there was only one thing that would satisfy my hunger. You know what it was?”
She giggled and turned pink. I fucking loved that. I smiled in awe that she’d be embarrassed. “I think I can guess.”
“Tell me what it was, angel. I want to hear you say it.”
My cock had already been hard, but now it was painfully so.
“My pussy?” she asked.
“Exactly. But that’s not all I want.”
She lifted her eyebrows as if to ask what else I was talking about.
I leaned back and rested my ass on my heels. I pulled my dick hard a few times and looked
down at it. “He’s hungry for that pussy, too.”
Instead of answering, she just spread her legs. Damn, that was fucking hot. I crawled over her
and reached beside her to grab a condom. I fit it over me. “How do you want it, honey?
You sore this morning? Or do you need a good hard fuck?”
“Whatever you want.”
Fuck. Don’t say that, my angel. You don’t know what you’re saying. “Anything?”
She cocked her head at me. “What did you want to do?”
I thought about tying her up. Making her beg for mercy as I forced her to come for hours. Or I could edge her until she begged me to let her come. Fuck. Now my dick was about to explode.
“Something we’ll try another time,” I said tracing her lips with the tip of my finger. “For now, I think we’ll do it nice and slow.”
“Mmm,” she stretched like a cat, her tits swaying with the movement. “That sounds so good.”
I laid on my side and pulled her to me, her back to my front. Then I pulled one of her legs back over my hip as high as I could move it. “You comfortable, angel?”
“Yeah,” she breathed out. I know she could feel my dick poised at her entrance.
I pulled her hips back against me and pushed up and inside her, hissing as her warm, tight walls closed around me.
They held me like a vise. I forced myself to go slow.
Every instinct I had was to rut up into her, take her hard and fast.
But I wanted it to last.
I began moving my hips, rhythmically fucking her as I moved my hands up to her breasts. I circled her nipples with my fingers before pinching and playing with them.
She arched her back hard. “That all feels so good.”
I couldn’t even talk. It felt that good to me, too.
I just kept moving inside her. I wanted it to last forever.
I kissed her neck and bit her lightly on her shoulder.
She smelled so good, like some sort of flower.
I felt myself speeding up a little. I couldn’t hold back.
I put my arm around her abdomen and held on as I started fucking her harder.
I was getting close. I reached my other hand around to her clit.
I circled it with my finger and then flicked it a few times.
She was breathing hard and pushing her ass back to me thrust for thrust. I played with her tiny bundle of nerves until she was moaning and gasping.
Then I pinched it, hard, and she came with a cry.
Her walls milked me, and I started to come, too. I fucked into her a few more times, before I groaned and collapsed beside her. I pulled her to me. I still wanted to hold her in my arms.
Before I even realized what was happening, we were both asleep again.
***
I woke up alone, my hand searching for her but finding only empty, cool sheets. I lifted my head and looked around. “Damn.” What time was it?
I looked around for my watch and found it on her bedside table.
My eyes widened. It was well after ten. I never slept in that late.
On a normal Saturday, I would have already gone for a jog, stopped by the office for a bit of work, met some woman for breakfast or lunch and a fuck, and headed back home to line up plans for the night.
Not happening today.
I rolled over and put both feet on the floor.
I walked around in her bedroom. I was amazed.
It looked lived in. Carmen’s team had done a great job of getting everything Nadine would need.
I wondered if they’d thought to put any of my things here.
I glanced at the bedroom door. It was cracked.
I wanted to look in the drawers of the dresser, but I didn’t want Nadine to catch me and think I was snooping.