Chapter 42
I sit up straight so he can see my face when I say this to him. I suppose it’s appropriate that I'm naked because I'm about to bare my soul to this man.
“You asked me to listen closely to you last night. Now it’s your turn to listen, ok?” He nods his agreement.
“I thought I was ruined forever after prom night.”
A pained growl comes from deep within his chest, but he lets me speak.
“I thought my virginity had been stolen and that I was worthless. No one other than my sister and Liv have ever shown me I’m valued. It took years for me to accept that what happened to me wasn’t my fault, and I wasn’t damaged goods. You’ve built me up higher than I ever thought was possible.”
I take his hand and hold it to my pounding heart and press my palm against his.
“You truly see me and accept every part of me. I can feel it.” He nods.
“I’m not afraid. I know I want to give myself to you.” I smile softly at him and drop our hands.
“It also helps that you turn me on like a light switch. I’ve been so hot for you it’s unbearable, and last night you showed me what I’ve been missing. Please. Please give me this.”
And there it is. My truth. My deepest desire begging for his mercy.
“This is a first for me too, Isabelle. Sex never involved feelings for me. It was always a means to an end, a quick release. It never meant anything.” He averts his eyes, ashamed, but he steels himself and continues his confession.
“I’ve never made love. I’ve never…” He trails off. I wait patiently—I’d wait for him as long as it takes.
“I’ve never been in love with a woman I’ve slept with before.” His eyes lock onto mine, irrevocably connecting us.
“I’m in love with you, Isabelle. I’ve loved you for a long damn time now. It just took me a long time to understand it and figure out what to do with it.”
Tears stream down my face. “Don’t cry, sugar. Please. You’re breakin’ my heart.” He cradles my face in his hands and wipes my tears away with his thumbs.
“I’m in love with you too.”
His brow furrows the tiniest bit before hope fills his expression.
“I’ve held a candle for you for over a decade, Reid. Never in a million years did I think we would end up here. My feelings for you have only grown. I love you. And I want to give myself to you, heart, mind, and body.”
Like the last piece has fallen into place, Reid carefully flips me onto my back, resting my head on the downy pillows.
“One minute, sugar.”
He disappears into the bathroom and comes back with his hands full. He sits on the bed beside my prone body and shows me what he’s brought—a condom.
“I won’t take any chances until you’re on birth control or want to carry my child.” Holyfuckingshit, I think I might faint. “I also got tested as soon as I knew I was falling for you, and I’m clean.”
Tears well in my eyes. This surly, gruff, closed off, once in a lifetime man, loves me. And I know he's going to take care of me. I trust him completely.
“I need you to know that I had zero expectations from you on this trip. Everything I did for you was because I wanted to—because I wanted to make you happy and feel cherished. Not because I was pushing for sex.”
“I know. I believe you.”
“But I sure as hell hoped that I'd get to touch you.” He takes my hand and kisses the back of it like a prince. “And make you feel good.” He kisses up my arm. “And make you come so many times you forget your name.” He covers my neck with hot, wet kisses.
He looks at me, the picture of sincerity. “Same rules apply, sugar. It hurts, you tell me. It feels good, you tell me. You want to stop, we stop. No questions asked.”
I smile up at him. I've never been happier.
“I love you.” It feels so good to finally tell him freely.
“I love you too, sugar.”
He straddles my hips and comes down on his elbows, holding my head with one hand, and under my jaw with the other. Dominant Reid is hot as sin and I'm here for it. He moves my head just where he wants me and sweeps me away in his kiss.
Our mouths move together in a perfectly choreographed dance. I poke my tongue out to lick his upper lip, requesting entry to his mouth. He opens for me with a deep moan.
The kiss turns feverish, bordering on frantic. His tongue massages mine and he licks the roof of my mouth, sending shivers through me. I bite his bottom lip, and he moans louder. He pulls away from me and grips my jaw harder.
“Baby, you have no idea what you do to me. I want you so fucking bad.”
“Then take me.”
He sits up and shifts off my legs. I clench my knees together, holding in the growing pleasure between my legs with the tight pressure of my thighs.
“No, sugar. You’re not going to hide what’s mine. Open those legs and show me my pussy.”
I think I'm dead.
I died.
His possessive words send me flying. I’ll give him anything he wants.
I spread my legs for him, as wide I as I can, offering my pussy to him like an altar. Without another word, Reid lays on his stomach and wraps his arms beneath my thighs, holding me open to him. He flicks the tiniest lick of his tongue against my swollen clit, and I practically fly off the bed.
He licks me from top to bottom, lavishing open mouth kisses and expert tongue skills against my slit. He sucks my clit into his mouth and rolls his tongue around it in dizzying circles.
I bury my hands in his thick hair and hold on for dear life. His tongue dips into my opening. Oh my god! I didn’t even think that was possible. Is that a thing? Because I think it might be the best thing I’ve ever felt. The tip of his tongue barely stretches me, but I'm on fire from the sensation.
His beard creates the most delicious burn on the inside of my thighs and all over my pussy. The coarse hair intensifies my pleasure ten-fold.
He pulls his tongue from me, and I whimper at the loss. He raises his head, drunk on lust.
“You’re going to come for me just like this. I’m going to take such good care of you.”
He resumes his position and goes to town on my pussy. Apparently, he was taking it easy on me. I'm mindless with pleasure. He shifts his weight and then his finger is at my entrance.
“Yes. Please use your fingers. They feel so good.”
His mouth never leaves my clit as he slides his finger in and out of me at the perfect pace.
A second finger joins the fun, and I mewl, causing Reid to groan with satisfaction.
He's pumping into me, crooking those goddamn fingertips, dragging friction against a magic button inside my pussy.
I'm pulled under by a pulsing, addicting orgasm.
I can barely make out his words, but against my pussy, Reid says, “Good girl,” and my walls flutter harder.
He keeps licking me. Dear god, does he think I have anything left? Apparently yes, because he sucks on my clit like it’s his favorite candy, flicking it with the hardened point of his tongue.
He takes me higher at an alarming speed and tips me over into another orgasm when he pushes three fingers into me. A feral moan comes from deep inside my chest. “OhhhmyyygggReeeeid.”
I'm ravenous for him and I need him right fucking now. I frantically pull at his hair and scrape his shoulders and neck, trying to pull him up to me.
His eyes are glazed over with pure lust, his pupils blown out. I never thought a guy would get pleasure from giving oral, but he sure seems to have enjoyed it.
My delirium has me begging. “Please. Please fuck me. I can’t wait. I need you inside me.”
He finally removes his underwear and reveals himself to me in all his glory.
He positions himself between my parted thighs and strokes his hard cock.
He pulls the condom from thin air and tears the package open with his teeth, spitting out the torn edge and then expertly rolls the condom down his length.
He lowers his body, looming over me—his huge cock resting on my stomach.
I'm immediately having second thoughts. He's huge. Not that I have any experience with dicks whatsoever, but feeling his erection stretch up my stomach, and gauging how big three of his fingers were inside of me, I don’t think it’s going to fit.
I must be talking out loud because his eyes darken. “Don’t worry, sugar, we’ll make it fit. Just lay back, I’m going to make this so good for you.”
At some point, I’ve started to writhe beneath him, trying to hump the base of his cock from beneath. He lets out a dark laugh.
“Does that turn you on, Isabelle? Imagining me stretching out your tight virgin cunt with my thick cock? Filling you up until the only thing you can feel is me?”
“Mmhmm,” is all I manage to get out because if I focus and keep moving exactly like this, I might make myself come again.
Reid sits back on his heels and pulls my hips closer to him. He grips his sheathed cock and rubs the tip along my soaking wet pussy. He slaps his cock against my clit and dips the head down to barely nudge at my entrance.
He’s panting and hasn’t even gotten inside me yet.
“You don’t know how much it turns me on that no one’s ever had you here. That I’m the only man who'll ever know how sweet your pussy tastes, and how tightly your cunt is going to choke my cock. Only me.”
I'm speechless, braindead.
“Say it.”
“Say what?” Did I miss something?
“That this pussy is mine and the only cock that will ever take you is mine.”
He barely presses the head into me, and I cry out, “Only you. I only want you. Your cock. I’m yours. My pussy is yours.”
He growls his approval. “God, I love you so much.”
“I love you too.”
He spits on my pussy. Fucking spits on it. The wet sound of his fingers rubbing his saliva into my clit mingles with our ragged breaths and pounding hearts.
“You ready for me, baby?” he checks in with me one last time.
“Yes. Please. Please,” I plead, bordering on mania.
He pinches my clit and delicious heat spreads from my center out to the tips of my toes. I feel Reid start to push into me, the fit is tight and the stretch borders on uncomfortable.
The heaven I’m receiving from my clit distracts me just enough from the burst of pain as he fills me for the first time.
“You ok, sugar? I don’t want to hurt you.”
“I’m ok. It hurt for a second but now it’s just a little uncomfortable. I need you to move, please Reid.”
He pushes his dick deeper inside me and the sensation is beyond words.
He begins to pump in and out of me at a slow, gentle pace, edging deeper with each thrust. I gasp when I feel the tip of his cock hit my deepest point.
“Such a good girl taking every inch I give you. Taking all of me.” His praise takes me higher.
“You feel so good.”
My admission loosens Reid’s tightly held control. His thrusts become faster and a bit harder. I can tell he's being careful with me because he'd never hurt me. Tears prick at the corners of my eyes from how incredible he is.
“You’re doing so good, sugar. Taking me so well.”
He's everything I never thought I could have, everything I’ve always wanted, and exactly what I need.
The intensity on my clit starts to become too much, it’s so sensitive. My walls clench around him, his thrusts dragging a long, slow orgasm out of me.
“I’m not going to last. Fuck. You feel incredible. Gripping my cock so tight. This is going to be quick.”
That’s ok, I think, because I don’t know how much more I can take. His thrusts become jerky and erratic, harder and harder until he groans his release.
“Fuuuuuck, Isabelle. I’m so fucking in love with you.”
I lie boneless on the mattress, his softening cock still inside me. I give him a huge smile, “Well good thing because I’m so fucking in love with you too.”
Reid places a single sweet kiss to my lips and pulls out of me slowly. The emptiness he leaves behind settles like a sickness in my stomach—like I was never meant to be without him.
He goes to the bathroom to take care of the condom and returns with a washcloth, pressing it to my center, and I hiss at the sudden cold against my flesh.
“I know, baby. But the cold will help with any swelling or soreness.”
Of course, he's right, I feel better already. He may have only ever had meaningless sex, but I felt every ounce of love that he poured into me as he took me.
“Thank you.” I hope my two words convey the depth of what they mean to me.
Thank you for seeing me.
Thank you for being better for me.
Thank you for erasing my pain.
Thank you for accepting the gift of my body.
Because he's the only man who'll ever have my heart.