Chapter 40
“ P lease touch me, Reid. Make me feel good.” Every muscle in his body is battling against his ironclad restraint.
“How do you want me to touch you, sugar? I need to hear you say it.”
Why is this so hard? How do people build such confidence that they just blatantly ask for what they want? He's so experienced, and I'm so…not. I feel foolish but he's looking at me with such adoration, I know I have to try.
“I want you to touch me here,” I say, dipping my chin towards my lap, fraught with embarrassment.
Reid slides his hands from my ass around to the tops of my thighs. “Like this?”
No, goddamn it. He's going to make me say it.
“I want you to touch my pussy.” A pleased growl rumbles from deep within his chest.
“That’s my girl.” He adjusts his grip under my thighs and in one impressive motion, stands up with me wrapped around him like a baby koala. In long, confident strides, he carries me into the master bedroom.
He flips the light switch that turns on the side table lamps, bathing the bed in a soft glow. He walks to the edge of the bed and slides me down his hard body inch by tortuous inch. We're standing only a breath apart.
Looming over me, he commands, “Take your dress off and get on the bed.”
Holy hell. Demanding Reid is molten hot.
I want to show him how serious I am, so I lock eyes with him and slip one spaghetti strap off one shoulder, and then the other.
I shimmy my shoulders and I feel the silky fabric slip down my body like a sensual whisper and pool at my feet.
I step out of my flats and the discarded dress and sit on the bed.
I lean back on my elbows, bracing myself on the soft mattress.
Reid’s eyes greedily rove all over my nearly naked body.
“I’ve been dying to get my hands on your tits for months. Walking around in your thin little tops, nipples tempting me. And these piercings. You little vixen. I knew you'd be a sex kitten.”
His words embolden me, so I stick my chest out further, offering myself up to him.
He reaches out with one hand and tweaks my nipple, and then the other.
Pleasure shoots straight to my clit with each tug.
I knew when I got them pierced that they might increase sensation, but I never imagined it could feel this good.
He cracks his neck and orders, “Lay in the middle of the bed on the pillows.”
Eager to please him, I scramble back onto the bed.
He skillfully toes out of his boots and kicks them to the side.
He all too slowly unbuttons his dress shirt and drops it to the floor to join my discarded dress.
His veiny hands unbuckle his belt and unbutton his pants.
Lowering the zipper, his pants sit dangerously low on his hips—his sizable bulge trying to escape its polyester confines.
His thumbs hook the waistband, and as he lowers his pants, all intelligent thought leaks from my gaping mouth.
He skillfully bends and removes each sock as he steps out of the pant legs.
Left in only black boxer briefs, he prowls forward and climbs onto the mattress.
It dips under his weight as he crawls over to me.
“Say it again.” His gruff words snap my attention back to him.
“What?” I ask in a daze.
“Say it again—where you want me to touch you.”
I inhale deeply through my nose. “I want you to touch my pussy.”
“Good girl,” he growls
Arousal floods my entrance at his praise, and I clench my thighs together on reflex.
“Take off that scrap of lace and give it to me.” Apparently, Bedroom Reid is just as bossy as Work Boss Reid, and it turns me all the way on. Hooking my thumbs into each side of my panties, I lift my ass off the bed and strip the thong down and off my legs. I dangle the soaked fabric on one finger.
He snatches it from me and brings it to his nose, deeply inhaling my scent. Holyfuckingshit, why is that so hot? He balls up the panties and makes a show of tossing them over by his bags.
“Those are mine now.”
My brain melts further.
His expression turns serious, and he leans over to brush my hair away from my face.
“I’m not trying to kill the mood, but it’s important to me that you hear me right now, okay sugar?”
“Ok.” I dry swallow.
“The only time you’ve ever been touched was wrong in every way. It should never hurt, and it should always be consensual. I'll never touch you without your consent.” My heart aches at the memory.
“I want you to erase it from my mind, Reid. I only ever want to remember your hands on me,” I say with absolute certainty.
Fire burns in his eyes, and he looks into my soul until he finds what he's looking for. “Open your legs and show me what I’ve been missing.”
I’m desperate to please him and show him how willing I am. I slide my feet up to my ass and butterfly my legs open. Reid inhales sharply—my exposed sex on display for him. He gently runs a calloused hand down the inside of one of my thighs, barely misses my center, and continues back up the other.
“You're so pretty here. And would you look at that—you're soaked for me, aren’t you, sugar?”
“Mmhmm,” I whine. “Please Reid, I need you to touch me.”
“Ok sugar, listen to me. I need you to be honest with me and talk to me. I need to know you’re okay and I need you to trust me that if at any time you say stop, we stop.”
Reid situates his large frame to kneel before me.
He pulls on my ankles to spread my legs around his hips.
“Beautiful,” he says to himself, looking at my most intimate spot.
He cups my entire sex with one giant hand and his warmth envelops me.
The heel of his palm grinds down on my clit and my eyes roll back in my head.
“So good, it's so good,” I moan.
“Good girl. Talk to me just like that.”
Still pressing down on my clit, he draws up his fingers and slides them up and down my pussy, dipping into my folds. “Oh my god!” My hips buck upwards, and he lets out a small chuckle.
“You’re going to give me a complex, sugar.”
I don’t have the patience to joke around. “Keep touching me, please.”
“I’m going to use one finger, ok?” I nod in approval, desperate for more sensation.
He parts me with one hand and with the other, circles my tight opening with his index finger. “Is this ok?”
“It’s sooooo ok,” I groan.
I'm a dripping mess between my legs, so it’s easy for Reid to gather the slick of my arousal and coat his thick finger.
He slides it up through my wetness to circle my clit until I'm delirious with pleasure.
In my haze, he slides his finger down and in a smooth motion, pushes inside me.
The intrusion immediately makes my inner walls clench around him.
“Breathe for me, baby. You’re doing so well.”
His praise soothes me, and my muscles relax. He watches for any discomfort as he presses deeper into me. I nod, telling him I'm ok, so he releases his hold spreading me open, and uses his free hand to tend to my aching clit.
The pleasure starts to build again—a hot pinpoint between my legs. Reid’s thick finger steadily slides in and out of my pussy, never fully pulling out.
I lift my head to see what he's doing to my body, and I see a wet spot darkening the front of his underwear. His erection is huge, and it turns me on even more seeing what touching me does to him. He catches me staring at his sizable erection and reassures me.
“Tonight’s about you, Isabelle. I’m a grown man—don’t you worry about me.” I relax back on the pillows and Reid asks, “Can I add a second finger?”
“Mmhmm, yes.”
“Good girl.” He withdraws his finger and rolls his index and middle finger along my seam gathering up more wetness.
“Ok, baby, relax for me.” Like before, he tends to my clit until I'm loosened up and then he presses his two fingers into my pussy.
“Ohhhhhh god,” I moan, my legs trembling.
“Does my girl like that? Feeling full of my fingers deep in your pussy?”
“Yes, oh fuck. I didn’t know it could feel like this.”
His fingers carefully but firmly thrust in and out of my channel. His other hand is performing magic on my clit because the warmth of my impending orgasm is rushing to my center.
He must feel my walls fluttering around his fingers because he coaxes, “You going to come for me, pretty girl? You going to use my fingers to get off?”
His possessive words send me higher. “I’m. So. Close.”
“Don’t worry, baby, I’m going to take care of you.”
He dips down and sucks my clit into his mouth. At the same time, he crooks his fingers, dragging delicious friction against my front wall.
“OhmygodReidpleasedontstop.” I’m chanting complete nonsense at this point, but Reid knows my body better than I do.
Speaking against my clit, Reid murmurs, “That’s my girl. Be my good girl and come all over my hand.”
With one long suck on my clit, all my muscles seize up at once and the intense euphoria of my orgasm explodes. My pussy grips Reid’s fingers so tight he can barely move them, the friction sending waves of pleasure through my entire body. I’ve never come so hard in my life.
As I come down from my high, Reid gently withdraws from my body and watches me reverently. He sucks his fingers into his mouth and laps up every bit of pleasure he drew from me. Holy fuck. That’s so hot.
“You did so good, sugar. I’m so proud of you.” Reid kisses up my belly, between my breasts, and onto my parted lips.
He leaves, bringing back a warm washcloth and gently cleans between my legs. He helps me under the covers and spoons me, enveloping me in his strong arms.
He kisses the crown of my head and whispers, “Thank you for trusting me. I'll never take it for granted.”
And with that, I drift into a blissfully dreamless sleep.