Chapter 37
Reed
Cienna was spread out in front of me on my bed.
Fuck. I hoped for this, then I dreamed of it, then I wished for it, and now…
Now I was stuck just looking, admiring her hair sprawled, her skin glistening, the sweet way she covered parts of herself with the afghan.
I was ready to fight through every insecurity that caused her to cover up, just as soon as I could stop staring.
“Reed?” she breathed out and reached her arms up.
Dipping down, bracing my arms on either side of her, I kissed her, distracted her, and slid the blanket off her shoulder.
Trailing my lips from her neck to her arm, down to her elbow, I was consumed with exploring every inch of her sweet body. “You are breathtaking.”
She lowered her lashes, and a brief smile popped with pink across her face. With a grunt and grip of her hips, I slid her farther up the bed. Holding my weight on my knee, I edged between her legs, still soaked from her climax.
A satisfied hum filled my ears as our chests and below connected.
My dick twitched with each graze. I was so damn hard I was practically tearing the fabric of my boxers.
But as much as we’d been waiting for this time together for what felt like eternity, that didn’t mean she wanted everything I did.
As desperate as I was for her, I only wanted whatever she offered freely and comfortably.
Those thoughts escaped me quickly as she ground herself against my knee and teased at the elastic of my boxers before diving in and wrapping her hand around my cock. Just. Like. That. Floundering, my ass.
At first, she caressed the top, from the base to my tip, a light, teasing touch from her finger.
Then she traveled under, making me hiss as she grazed the most sensitive parts.
As much as I loved the feel of her hands on me, I wouldn’t last long no matter how or where she touched me.
I caught her hand from over my boxers, wanting to slow down and go fast all at the same time.
With a tantalizing stroke up my length, she brought her hand to the waistband and yanked down.
As I lifted my hips to help, she tugged down past my cock, and we shared a lust-filled, breathy giggle while I kicked them down my legs.
Her softness thrummed against my hard length as I sunk back down against her. She was slick and silky for me, and I shuddered with the thought of sliding deep inside her. But first, I had a craving I couldn’t deny myself.
I crept down between her legs. On one side, a nip at her ankle, on the other side, a lick up her calf.
I switched back again and blew a raspberry behind her knee.
She jolted and laughed, but before she could stir any further, I held down her hips and let out a warm exhale, right in the spot I wanted to taste the most.
Her hips rolled, encouraging me to dive in further. I skimmed my tongue through her folds with a little flick, putting her taste on my tongue. Ready to get lost in her sweet scent, I dipped further, and she let out a moan. Her legs opened wider, the permission I wanted before devouring.
I connected with the swollen mound and swirled it with my tongue. Her appreciative sounds drove me further into the bliss of her bare flesh. With one last lick between her pussy lips, I slipped my finger inside, causing her hips to buck. She sat up on her elbows, breathless. “You don’t have to—”
I cut her off, thrusting my finger inside, and her head fell back with a cry. After a heaving breath, she rose back up, and her eyes zeroed in on mine.
“I want you to watch me finger fuck this delicious pussy. You didn’t get a good enough view last time.”
She sucked in a breath and bit back the exhale. Her eyes were glossy, and her cheeks were glistening and pink, just like her delicious center.
She edged closer, rose, and clutched at my hair, watching as she cried out. My dick trembled, her responsiveness unwinding me. Deeper and deeper, I lapped at her arousal, feeling her climb closer and closer to the peak. She writhed against my mouth, gripping my hair tighter until she fell apart.
Clenching and shuddering around fingers, Cici’s body slowly turned from a rubber band pulled taut to putty. As I slid up, aiming to tend to her glistening nipples, she grabbed the side of my head and yanked me up to her.
Still supple under me, she whispered in my ear, breathy and hungry, “I need you.” She punctuated her sentence with a jerk of her hips. “Now.” The sex gremlin has spoken.
I sat up on my knees, looking down at her, her luscious skin, beautiful curves, dark eyes homed in on me, tits on full display, with the most tempting stiff pink peaks.
“Play with your nipples for me,” I commanded as I stroked my rock-hard cock.
She licked her lower lip and scraped her teeth over the plumpness as she cupped her breasts, squeezing them, then traced the pad of her thumb along the perimeter of her sweet buds.
Pinching and teasing as they puckered under the pressure of her fingers, she arched into her own touch, and I wished I had more than two hands so I could experience all of her at once.
I lowered myself and rubbed the head of my cock at her entrance, and both of us moaned in anticipation. With my grip barely in control, I stroked her cheek and lifted her chin, needing her eyes on me. “This okay?”
Her eyes were glossed over with want as she nodded. I stroked her lowered lip with the pad of my thumb. “I want to hear it from here.”
Her answer came with a sharp inhale, as if she needed more air to get the words out. “Yes, Reed. Please.”
She kissed my thumb and guided my hand back down her body.
I didn’t want to lose contact, both with her body and her eyes, but I leaned to the bedside stand, barely fucking out of reach, for a condom.
Rip. Roll. Ready. To tease her entrance once more.
“God, Reed. Now.” That breathy plea was all I needed.
Her sweet warmth met my arousal as I eased in. Cici took in a deep breath, and as she exhaled, I lowered myself down, inching in a little deeper. It took every bit of resistance I had not to plunge deep inside her. “Fuck, you feel so good.”
I braced my weight with one arm at the crook of her elbow as I brought her into me, closer, burying myself in her, filling her completely.
She peeled her eyes open, and our gazes met.
This wasn’t fire-hot smoldering, this connection between us.
This was something different, and so intense, it pounded deep in my chest and paralyzed me.
I’d never felt this before, but it was an overwhelming sensation, solidifying what I already knew. I was falling.
I brushed my head against hers, feeling her breath quicken. “Reed.” Her voice was a breathless whisper saying everything I never knew I needed to hear.
“I know, baby” was all I could manage before she arched into where I was deep inside. With a controlled swallow, I inched out and back in with short, slow strokes, and her hips moved in return, intensifying the pressure and breaking my restraint with each slide against her slick pussy.
“Tell me what you want, Cienna.”
She wrapped her leg around my middle. The heady fog of lust melted and dissipated into a feral inferno as her foot dug into me and her hands clawed my shoulders. “More of it. All of it,” she cried.
I groaned, her words doing me in.
“Please,” she urged with a fractured breath, and I was gone. Any semblance of tenderness was lost, all the longing coming to fruition as our bodies collided and rocked.
Honeyed moans escaped her perfect lips as I thrust into her. She fisted my hair, and I groaned into her neck. Her insistence, her need. Fuck, did it drive me wild. I ground against her clit as I continued to slide in and out, deep inside her.
“I love the sweet little sounds you make, but I want to hear you. I want the whole damn neighborhood to hear when I fuck you.”
She answered with a buck of her hips, and I moved my hands down to her ass cheeks, gripping hard, relishing in the soft, plump skin.
This time, when she cried out, it echoed around the room, and I nearly lost it right there.
I picked up the pace without warning, and she squeezed her eyes shut with an audible moan and a “Gahhh.”
“That’s my girl.” A wildfire consumed me, and I drove into her with all the need that’d been pent up for months. I’d never been a possessive guy, but as I pumped in and out of her, the only thing I could hear was mine, mine, mine over and over in my head.
Cienna’s sounds resonated through the room, and the knowledge that I was giving her exactly what she needed nearly sent me over the edge, spiraling toward release. “I want you to come for me, all over me.”
Her only response was a panted hum. My head fell to her tit, taking it into my mouth with a tug. “Are you going to come for me, baby?”
“Yesss.”
Thank fuck. I was holding on to every ounce of restraint I had not to empty into her, desperate for her to come first.
She lifted one leg to my shoulder, opening her wider, allowing me to plow into her, eliciting a sexy moan with each pump.
Her body tightened, and the way she fluttered around me nearly sent me into oblivion.
As she arched into me, her eyes closed and beautiful lips parted, rosinesss bloomed from her breasts to her cheeks. “Fuck, fuck, fuck!”
Unrelenting in my pace, I wanted her to ride out her orgasm until I was smothered in every last drop.
She cried out again, this time my name, and that was it.
Un. Done. A lightning strike of pleasure from that single point sent a crackle through my body. On a feral grunt, I released inside her with every bit I had.
As we floated down from euphoria, I rested inside her, falling into her and nuzzling my nose into the crook of her neck. Kissing, licking, enjoying the feeling of our bodies together, both languid and sated.
She let out a contented sigh, mirroring the breeze of wholeness I felt across my body. I could say this was a level of closeness I hadn’t felt in a while, but if I were being honest, it was a belonging, a harmony, an intimacy I’d never experienced before.
I sucked in a deep breath to break up the fog and reluctantly lifted from her to clean up.
When I returned from the bathroom, I held her to my chest. She brushed her hands along my collarbone, and I made gentle strokes between her bare shoulder blades. We sat in silence as her breath slowed. Just when I thought she might be asleep, her nose raised to my chin. “That was…”
I interrupted her, “That was some sex-gremlin magic.”
Her breasts jiggled against my side as she let out a laugh. She traced her finger around the shape of my lips, then booped my nose. “I guess you just brought that out in me.”
“You bring out something in me too.” I squeezed in tighter, taking in everywhere our bodies touched, and her sweet scent mixed with salty sweat and sex.
Her feet wiggled under the blankets, and I shimmied my own in response, letting her playful spirit carry out my post-sex bliss. She laughed.
I leaned up on my elbow, facing her and looking down upon her beautifully blushed face. “Are those happy feet?”
She nodded with a grin.
“I’m happy too.” I kissed her forehead and kept my lips there for a few seconds, taking it all in.
The moment broke as a gurgle rang out from under the blankets. “Is that a gremlin sound?” I poked in the vicinity of her stomach under the covers, and she wailed and flailed.
“My stomach growled. Now you must feed me.” She used the most ridiculous voice when she said “feed me,” and then she peppered my face and neck in kisses before shooting up.
This stunning, silly, truly amazing woman was mine. She was here. With me. And she belonged to me.
“Mine.”
The word popped out without warning, and my dick twitched as she echoed my words with a sweet kiss. “Mine.”
Fuck if it didn’t take everything in me not to roll her back on the bed and devour her again. But she was hungry, and I had to take care of my girl. Then it hit me. “Oh shit.” I jumped up, pulled on my sweatpants, and darted to the front door. Sure enough, two bags of takeout sat on the porch.
I shook the bags teasingly as Cienna walked out of the bedroom in underwear and my shirt. Holy hell, how was I supposed to get anything done with that right in front of me and forever branded in my mind.
“Kung Pao tofu and egg fried rice?” I teased her with the bags near her face.
“Mm-hmm.”
“Naked?” I added.
“In bed?” A brow quirked as she upped the ante. I nodded my response, and she jutted one hip out, playfully squinting her eyes. “And a movie?”
Grinning, I stepped toward her, fixing to scoop her up on my shoulder and carry her back to bed. “Yesss,” I groaned, impatient after having gone this long without feeling her next to me, touching me. I’d watch anything to keep her in my bed. “Now get in there.”
She squealed and ran back down the hall. I caught up and gave her a pat on her beautiful ass before she scrambled on the bed. She sat, legs crossed, wiggling in excitement, and I wished so badly that I had my camera. She was the perfect picture.
Just like this.
She smiled, staring back at me. “What?”
God, she was beautiful. This feeling. Shit.
“I lo—” The words were right there. But it was too much. It was too soon. It was too a lot of things. “I love Kung Pao tofu.”
Her eyes fluttered as her lips moved into an easy smile. She patted the spot next to her, beckoning me over. “I love Kung Pao tofu too.”