Chapter 36 #3
“You’re the one who gave me the shirt,” I teased. The material continued to travel up, until I couldn’t stand the angst anymore. With a swift motion, I pulled it up and off, eliciting a growl from deep in his chest. His hand slid along my jaw, and his thumb applied gentle pressure at my chin.
His other hand drew circles at my wrist and then slowly lifted my arm, guiding my hand to the back of his neck.
I eagerly played with his curls as his fingers made their journey down the soft insides of my other arm.
Something between a tickle and a shot of ecstasy throbbed from each point along the line he made over my delicate skin.
Reed pulled my other hand to clasp behind his neck, trapping both of them with his, his curls licking at my fingertips.
“Close your eyes.” His hot whisper brushed my cheek as his fingers moved down, navigating over my collarbones and between my breasts, igniting my skin and traveling through my blood, desire warming every part of me and pooling below my navel in an ache.
“I love how you respond to my touch,” he confessed. Letting my hips move as they wished, I showed him just how responsive I could be. He rewarded me with a graze of his thumb on my aching nipple. A whimper escaped my lips, and I wiggled in his grip until he stilled me.
An impatient whine clawed up my throat. “You’re not playing fair.”
Ignoring my complaint, he grazed my ear with breathy words. “If I reached down to your panties, would you be wet for me?”
Delight and hunger stared back at me as he pulled in his lower lip.
Freeing my hands without struggle, his intention to tease, not restrain, I pushed on his chest to lean him into the back cushion. His warm hands gripped my hips possessively.
Once he had me anchored at the right place, right on his length, rolling under me, he slid his fingers beneath the hem of my underwear. Making tantalizing strokes back and forth at the seam, each swipe moving lower and lower toward the apex. The closer he got, the more I squirmed.
With his free hand, he grabbed the collar of his shirt and tore it off, tossing it, and then scooted forward on the couch, giving him room to recline. Like magnets, we pressed our chests together.
His hands traveled further down, his breath ragged, before he paused his movements and commanded, “Baby, open your eyes.”
I blinked them open to meet his searing gaze.
“Is this okay? I didn’t ask, is this—”
With a bite of his lower lip, I took his words. “It’s more than okay,” I whispered.
Finally, a blast of pleasure quieted my mind as he flicked, then soothed the spot that had been greedy for his touch for so long.
I sucked in a breath as he grazed my folds, dipped inside, then slid up slowly, tracing my wetness back up to the throbbing bud. The sticky-sweet touch, a new sensation, practically unraveled me.
“So wet,” he groaned. “Can I have a taste?”
I nodded with a gulp, and a shudder escaped me as he dipped his finger inside once more, then brought his hand up to his mouth. His tongue swirled, giving his fingers a drawn-out lick. “Mmm,” he moaned. “Delicious, Cienna. I’m never going to get enough of you.”
This man’s mouth. Thoughts raced, quickly piling on reasons I was in over my head. My fears must have crossed my face because his brows scrunched as he asked, “You okay? If I do something you don’t—”
I interrupted him before he could worry any further.
“My mind is just messing with me. I just haven’t been with someone in, like, forever, and it makes me feel…
” I paused for the word. “Inadequate. You’re over here touching all the right places and saying the hottest things, and I’m here panting and slobbering like a sex gremlin. ”
His hands settled on my hips as he sat up a little, choking out, “A sex gremlin?”
I nodded with a pout, fully owning the ridiculousness that rolled out of my mouth. A sex gremlin? Guess we were running with that.
The corners of his mouth quirked up, his eyes sparkling with amusement. “I would think anything called a sex gremlin would be more than adequate.”
I rolled my eyes and dropped my head on his shoulder. Tucking my nose in the crook. “You know what I mean.”
Resting his chin on my temple, he argued, “No, I really don’t.” His voice was less playful, more curious and concerned. I brought my hand up to blindly rub along his jawline, finding comfort in the scratchiness.
My voice quieted as I tried to tamp down my embarrassment.
“You know all the things to do, and I’m like a fish out of water, just floundering around.
” At first, instinct told me to flop my body around as an example, but luck would have it that I read the room better than a few moments before and just let my stupid words sit, no visual necessary.
“It didn’t feel like floundering when we groped our way through our makeshift pizzeria earlier.” He lifted a brow. “And it didn’t feel like floundering when you undid my jeans like a fucking pro and put your hand exactly where I needed it.”
My breath rushed out, listening to his voice turn more gravelly with each word.
Reed grabbed my hand and guided it down to the space where our bodies met.
With his hand over mine, he cupped his hardness.
“Do you think this is the result of floundering?” He freed my hand, and I kept it in place, touching him and feeling the evidence of how I affected him, letting it quiet some of the hesitancy stirring inside me.
He cupped my cheeks, forcing eye contact. “If this is all floundering, then I am a devoted fisherman.” Tossing his hands up with a grin, he pointed out, “Hey, you started the analogy. I’m just going with it.”
I chuckled into his chest and felt his rumble in return. “Now, let’s quiet that beautiful mind of yours before I start making pole innuendos.” He dragged his teeth over his bottom lip in one more playful gesture, and then his eyes darkened.
“I promise you I’m a hundred percent here for this, and you. I’ve never wanted anyone so fucking much. Do you believe me?”
I nodded, meeting his gaze.
“Good.” That was the only warning I got before he plunged his hand back into my panties and a finger straight into my core.
My hips rocked, and a cry escaped me. One finger moved inside me, tracing a delicate pattern that I couldn’t follow, while the other hand cupped my jaw.
I swallowed, looking into his commanding eyes, all while I writhed against him.
“That’s it. Show me with your body what feels good. ”
With another swallow, I pushed down a moan as I braced my hands on his chest and ground down on him further. He pulled his fingers out, a whole new sensation growing. Then he thrust back in, and this time, my eyes squeezed shut as I bore down on his finger. “You want more?”
“God, yes, more inside.”
“Show me.”
His single finger swirled inside, a paced taunt, lighting up every nerve slowly, steadily, like a slow burn moving through my body after a match was lit. I rolled my hips into him, giving into the rhythm he created as I rode his fingers, letting the bliss take over.
I opened my eyes, finding Reed’s lips parted, his green gaze dancing as he stared down at where he was working inside me.
When he peered back up at me, the intent in his face, the current between our bodies, the scent of sex rising around us, it was too much.
My throat tightened, holding in the plea. Don’t stop. More.
With his hand cupped around my shoulder blades, he edged me back, then dove to my breast, sucking and savoring.
As I bucked my hips, he gazed up at me with a satisfied grin.
Pulling my body back flush with his, chest to chest, he withdrew his finger.
I whimpered from the absence, the air hitting my core, cooling the simmer, until—
“Ah, fuck.” A shrill cry escaped me as he pushed two fingers inside. With a breathy kiss placed on my forehead, he plunged in and out, giving me the fullness I was aching for, then the friction that drove me closer to the edge.
His other hand wrestled the back of my underwear down in a quick, feral motion and cupped my ass, kneading it in rhythm to my rocking until bliss rippled through me like cascading waves, washing, washing, washing, until a tidal wave pounded over and into me.
Pleasure frenzied through my body in sporadic splashes, covering every inch in a blanket of euphoria.
Sweet sweat was slick between us as I collapsed onto his chest. He kissed my temple over and over while I gasped into his neck.
“You.” Kiss. “Are.” Kiss. “So.” Kiss. “Fucking.” Kiss. “Beautiful.”
His last one held, pressed against my skin as he cupped my head and guided me into the crook of his neck. Cedar and citrus and clean, a smell so perfectly him, filled my nostrils.
The hair on my arms rose as he feathered his fingers up and down my spine, my heart rate slowing with each brush. When I could finally gather a full breath, I used it to laugh into his neck. “That was…”
“Adequate enough for a sex gremlin?” Reed smiled against my forehead.
I nodded and sat back, face-to-face with this delicious man, my core still swirling.
I’d never felt this. This sated. This blissed out. Sex had never felt like this—not physically or emotionally. I felt worshiped by his breath and voice and hands.
Reed slid a piece of hair behind my ears. “So, on a sex-gremlin scale of one to ten, how did I rate?”
I screwed up my face at him, lifting a brow in mock contemplation.
His eyes widened. “Well, if you have to even think about it, I have more work to do.”
I yelped as he lifted me from his lap, tossed me on the couch, and slid over me. His knee worked its way between my legs and opened up a whole new longing there.
His nose tickled my belly button while he licked a path straight down, then bit and tugged at the waist of my panties. With an eager lift of my hips, we worked together to shimmy me free of them.
He lowered himself between my thighs and huffed a hot breath against me.
At the place that was already soaked. Then he sat up and slid forward, hovering over me, making me long for his skin back on mine.
“Fuck, Cici,” he blew out. “You have no idea what it does to me to see you so hot and wet for me like this.”
Frenzied and sloppily, I grabbed at Reed’s pants. He shifted his body up and let me slide them down, revealing his boxers. No tacos on these ones. I wiggled under him, this time with uncontrollable laughter. “Reed, you do realize you have pineapples on your boxers.”
His head flopped back. “God, they came in a package. Don’t read into it.”
I tickled him next to his belly button, making him squirm and join in my delight.
He lowered himself onto me, his chest grazing my breasts.
My eager hips jutted to meet him, tingling at the feeling of his length dragging over me.
He groaned, and his hands intertwined in my hair, squeezing.
He muttered out another helpless “Fuck” as the moment faded from playful to holy wow intense.
Our bodies got lost in a flurry of connecting and rubbing in every point possible. Our movements were sloppy and hurried, both seeking contact.
The faint sound of an oink broke through the haze. I froze, needing to still us in order to listen. Sure enough. It was an oink… or a snort?
Reed’s eyes closed, the frustration overshadowing the desire on his face.
He flopped his head down and reached under my body, moving his hand around, patting, until he pulled out a remote, aiming it at the television.
I followed his gaze. Sure enough, silly little pink pigs were giggling away on the screen.
Reed lifted himself off me and onto his knees. “Stupid snorting cockblockers.”
All at once, I was lifted and hauled tight over his shoulder. With a quick squeeze of my ass, he grunted, “I know a more comfortable place.”