Chapter 22 #2
His big, warm hands reach down and fondle my breasts. I gasp. Desire and need war within me. I want more than just his touch.
He climbs onto the bed, leaning on his forearms so as not to bring all his weight down on top of me.
I wiggle beneath him, rubbing against his erection, and loving when his teeth clench together.
But he doesn’t give me what I want. Instead, he leans down and sucks on one of my nipples as he strokes the other one.
His touch is so experienced. So right and so good. I try not to let my mind wander over the women he’d been rumored to be dating. I don’t want to know if he was with them. The knowledge might make me lose all control…. There would be a woman in our old town who’d wake up as a rat.
But as his hands slide over me and his lips move to the other breast, I wind my fingers into his hair and sigh. Nothing else matters but this moment and how good it feels to finally come together.
And then his fingers drift down, skirting my underwear.
Instead of tensing, I buck up to meet his fingers.
A second later, he pushes the material to the side and starts to stroke me.
I’ve been touched like this before, but then, not at all like this.
He’s like a musician playing his favorite instrument.
He dances around my clit. He stirs my arousal until I’m soaking wet, and continues to move between my breasts, sucking and licking.
My head and hands fall back. I’ve completely surrendered to him. To this feeling.
So much so that I don’t realize it until his mouth is pressing between my legs.
I gasp, lifting off the mattress. His tongue dives inside of me, exploring, coaxing, driving me wild. I bounce against him, both my hands pressing the back of his head, urging him closer. Urging him to touch me more. Every time his mouth brushes my clit, I go wild, crying out his name.
Finally, I shout, “Damn it, Reid, just fuck me!”
He lifts his head from between my legs and gazes at me with a look close to worshipping. His hands are gentle as he finally slides my underwear off my legs and drops them to the floor. Then he moves to lie above me, gazing down into my eyes.
“Are you sure?” he asks, the words no more than a whisper.
I nod. I’ve never been more sure of anything in my life.
Everyone hears the stories of each other’s first time. I expected it would be painful, uncomfortable, maybe even clumsy. But it was none of those things.
As his cock slid inside of me, I was shocked by how he fit. He was big, filling me in a way that was a surprise, and yet it wasn’t painful. It just felt… right. Like the thing I’d be yearning for all my life.
My nails dug into his back. He paused, breathing rapidly, holding me closer, then pushed all the way in.
We both gasped.
He stayed that way for a long minute, and I was glad. It was like he was giving my body time to adjust to him, and it was time I needed. Because the tension in my muscles eased, and I began to squirm under him, wanting more.
Slowly, Reid thrust into me, and every stroke of his length inside of me was like nothing I’d ever imagined. It was good, oh so good. Better than good. It was everything.
When his pace quickened, I wrapped my legs around his back and took him deeper, gasping his name. His eyes closed. His jaw tensed, and he moved faster until the building inside of me grew to be too much.
I almost shouted to stop. That it felt too wonderful. That once we did this, everything would change. But I didn’t, and I’m glad I didn’t.
Because when I came, I saw the stars and the universe. I felt pleasure unlike anything imaginable. I know I was shouting his name. I knew my nerves were crackling in the most amazing way possible.
And then he shuddered above me and came too.
It was oddly amazing to feel him explode inside of me. For his hot cum to merge with my wet body. It felt like a declaration. Like we were becoming one.
But it was several long minutes before he finally collapsed above me.
I stroked his hair, overwhelmed by my emotions. There were no words. I had the desire to thank him, but that felt wrong somehow.
“I should make you jealous more often.”
My mouth drops open and I smack his shoulder. “Reid!”
He leans up, and half his mouth is lifted into a smile. “Well, why else did something finally…you know…happen between us?”
I decide to be honest. “I don’t know, but I kind of think Loki had something to do with it.”
“Loki?” He sounds upset.
I nod. “He sort of gave me the confidence to go after what I wanted.”
Reid draws back from me. “So you wouldn’t have slept with me if it wasn’t for the god in you?” There’s hurt in his voice.
“Maybe not,” I admit, but quickly rush out, “but I’m glad I did. I’ve waited my whole life for…to do this.”
His brows rise. “You were a virgin?”
I feel my cheeks heat. “Yes.”
He looks away from me. “Well, I sort of was too.”
My mouth drops open. “No way!”
He nods, his cheeks turning red.
“But you were so… good!”
His gaze connects with mine again. “Really?”
“Yeah.” I’m nodding my head enthusiastically. “You were amazing!”
He’s quiet for a minute. “I think Hel might have helped with that a little.”
“Hel? What does she have to do with that?”
He half shrugs. “She mostly just seems to be sad inside me, but I kind of felt like she said, ‘If you’re going to do it, might as well do it well.’ And her being a woman…I don’t know, I kind of felt more confident about what you might like.”
I laugh.
His blush darkens.
“That’s kind of awesome!” I say. “Basically, you’ve got the inside scoop on being the best lover ever.”
He grins. “I guess so.”
And then I think of the knife-woman. “But only with me.”
For a long minute he’s quiet. “So, does that mean we’re a couple? Or that we should tell the others? Or--?”
“No.” I shake my head, feeling a rush of fear. “There’s already so much going on. I think we should put a pause on things until we have a chance to come to terms with all the rest of the stuff.”
“But you don’t want me with anyone else?”
I wince. “Does that make me a jerk?”
He leans down and brushes a soft kiss against my lips. “Not at all. But I’m still going to be friends with Mercy.”
The instinct to tell him ‘not a chance in hell’ rises within me, but I force it down. “Okay.”
He takes a deep breath and finally rolls onto his side, his gaze running over my naked body. “I wish we could stay here all day.”
Suddenly, I remember: we were in class!
“Hell!” I mutter, sitting up. “We need to get back to class before everyone knows!”
Reid chuckles while I scramble around throwing on clothes, and then he dresses more slowly. I have time to turn around and catch a glimpse of his rock hard abs before he finishes buttoning his shirt.
“Do I look like we were…?” I ask him.
He turns and looks at me, his eyes filled with merriment as his gaze runs over me. “I wish I could send you back to class looking like that, then everyone would know.”
“Reid!” I exclaim, chastising him even though his words are oddly flattering.
He moves toward me, straightening my clothes and smoothing down my hair. When his hands stop, he looks up at me. “You have no idea what you mean to me.”
I smile. “Right back at you.”
He takes my hand, and as we start back down the stairs, I let myself feel happy.
If only until we reached the bottom of the stairs.
Because then I have to focus on being a god and surviving this new school and the students.
And the last thing I can think about is how much my relationship has changed with Reid.
They’ll be enough time for that later, if we survive this place.