CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE #2
Then he lifted up for a minute, his hands pushing my T-shirt up then pulling it over my head.
He stared at my bare chest for a moment, before running his hand over my sternum and between my breasts.
“You are so beautiful,” he whispered. My back arched as he fastened his lips around first one nipple and then the other.
“Reynolds,” I moaned.
“You’re so sensitive here,” he said softly, cupping my breasts. “I love it, since I love to pay lots of attention to them.” He pushed them up and together, kissing over the mounds, licking my nipples, then sucking and nipping at them. He took his time, and soon I was gasping.
I started to writhe beneath him as I held his head in my hands. “I need more.”
“Yeah?”
I nodded.
“What do you need, honey?”
I reached down and grasped him, causing him to suck in a breath. I began stroking him roughly, just like he liked it. “Fuck,” he groaned as his hips started moving with the rhythm. “You’ve done it now, Nadine. I was going to just take care of you, but now I’m going to put you to work.”
“Work me. I’m yours.” I continued stroking him.
His lips parted as he stared at me. “You are, aren’t you? You’re mine to do with as I please, pretty girl.” His eyes had gone dark, darker than I’d ever seen them.
I nodded.
“Hmm,” he traced my lips with his fingers as his hips moved his cock into my hand. “What could these do?”
“I think you’re well aware.”
“Oh, I am. You give the best head with these pretty lips. You look like an angel, but you suck like a whore.” He stared down at me, as if gauging how I’d take his words.
“Is that what you want?” my voice was breathy. “For me to be your whore?”
“Fuck, yes.” He quit fucking my hand abruptly as he reached across me and grabbed a condom from the bedside table. He fit it over his length, put a pillow under my hips and pushed inside me in one strong thrust.
“Ahhh,” he moaned. “You feel so fucking good, honey.”
I struggled to take him, but it didn’t really hurt. He just usually made sure I was very wet before entering me. This time he’d taken what he wanted which turned me on. It made me feel good to see how eager he was to get inside me.
I spread my legs further to allow him better access.
I thought he was going to fuck me hard and fast, but I was wrong.
He held himself above me, the muscles in his arms, chest, and shoulders standing out from the effort.
I held onto his arms, running my fingers over his muscles.
I loved how cut he was. He moved his hips slowly between my legs.
He fucked me with a slow, steady rhythm that had my looming orgasm building in a way that was making me impatient.
I thrust my hips up to meet him, stroke for stroke, but after a few movements he slowed down and broke the rhythm.
“Don’t rush it, baby,” he said, his eyes locked with mine. “I want it to last.”
And it did. Every time I thought he was about to come, he’d slow down his pace to make it last longer.
He’d also build me up to a slow burn frenzy, then back off when he knew I was close.
And the whole time he stared into my eyes.
There was nowhere to hide from him, so I stopped trying.
I just let whatever I was feeling for him show in my face, my eyes. And he seemed to thrive on it.
I started lifting my hips to meet his hips again, and that’s all it took.
The change in angle made his cock bump against my clit just right, and I exploded into a thousand pieces.
I ran my nails down his back and scratched him without meaning to from the strength of my climax.
I cried out his name as I came and came.
“Goddamn, angel,” he cursed and thrust hard a few more times before he came with a yell and collapsed beside me.
We lay that way for a while, breathing hard and still connected. Then he pulled out of me. “I’ll be right back,” he kissed my forehead, “let me take care of this.” He gestured to the
condom. I admired his hard ass again as he walked to the bathroom. I sighed and stretched, feeling drowsy and lazy now.
He came back with a warm washcloth and cleaned me up. I was so sensitive that I bucked against his hand a little as he wiped over my clit.
He grinned down at me. “I’m tempted to make you come again, Nadine.”
I didn’t hate the idea, but I was afraid he’d be late for work. “Don’t you have to go in… Oh, God…”
He laid down with his head between my legs.
He put his powerful arms underneath my thighs and dragged me to him.
He immediately suctioned his mouth over my clit.
He sucked while flicking it with his tongue.
“Oh, fuck! Fuck!” It took almost no time, and he had me coming again, screaming his name this time and gasping for breath.
He licked and suckled me through it, until I started pushing at his shoulders. “Enough,” I laughed. “I can’t take anymore.”
“Oh, honey. You can take so much more than that. But I’ll stop for now.
” He winked at me, swiped the washcloth over me a few more times before wadding it up and throwing it into the bathroom.
He cheered for himself when it landed in the sink.
Then he sank down beside me and trailed his finger over and around my breasts while he talked to me.
“I’m sorry I didn’t text you. It was selfish.”
“It was,” I agreed. “And you missed your favorite dish from your favorite restaurant.”
He groaned. “No way. You got me pad see ew from Thai Garden?”
I nodded. “To celebrate your interview.”
He gave me some side eye. “Celebrate? I got drunk to try to wipe it from my memory.”
I frowned. “Why? I was so proud of you. And the things you said about Jasper Hill not having experience and you knowing the job? So sexy. All that confidence! Let me tell you, there’s not a woman out there that’s not going to vote for you.”
“Well, his wife…”
“Nope. She’s going to go into the voting booth and vote for you in secret. You’re too hot for your own good.”
“Thanks.” He looked bemused. Then he blinked at me. “You really think I did well?”
“Hell, yes! The only bad part was that whole blip about being a playboy and them calling you out for running around on Whitney or whatever. I know that looks bad, but it’s not like y’all are married or something.
Plus, you got elected before and the public was well aware you were a player then.
” I shrugged. “I don’t see why it matters so much now. And the rest? You were wonderful.”
He laid his head on my stomach and let his legs hang off the bed. “You’re the only person who thinks I did a good job.”
“Then I’m the only person you should listen to.”
He turned his head to stare at me. “You were proud of me?”
“Totally. Why wouldn’t I be?”
He looked down. “I was there with Whitney.”
“I said I was proud—I didn’t say you were perfect.” I stood up and walked into the bathroom. “Of course, it would’ve been better if you’d been there with me…” I looked at him over my shoulder, winked, and smiled.
He laughed. “Jasper Hill would’ve seen you on the show and been so dazzled by your beauty and so jealous that he’d drop out of the race immediately. He wouldn’t be able to string a sentence together if he was thinking about you.”
I smiled and closed the bathroom door. That was really sweet. He thought I was beautiful. I decided he was forgiven for letting me sit and stare at the walls, unsure whether he was coming or not.
I took a shower and got ready, trying not to put too much weight into the way he stared at me during sex. Or that he came home to me instead of fucking Whitney or some random woman at Cayenne.
What did it all mean?
“Probably nothing,” I said to my reflection in the mirror as I applied my lipstick.