Chapter 4
CHAPTER FOUR
Reagan
Wilde’s size was impressive and my stomach swirled as my tongue wrapped around the head, feeling the wideness of the girth. But I wanted to taste him, needed to taste him, my body falling apart in front of him, as I gave myself over to him, mentally, spiritually, emotionally, and physically.
How it was happening I didn’t know. Nor did I understand how quickly it was happening. But it was like I knew him for my entire year. As if my late husband sent him to me and said, here Reagan, don’t be sad anymore.
But I should be sad. It wasn’t that long ago. And love brought on pain. So much pain. How could I manage that again?
Pushing it all aside, I lost myself in him, moving my mouth up and down his shaft as my tongue swirled around and around.
He groaned as his head fell back and it spurred me on.
I moved faster, up and down, my hand following my mouth, while the other hand played with his balls.
Wilde tasted so damn good, like a sweet candy treat and I couldn’t get enough, wanting to eat him and keep him for myself forever.
Maybe I did.
Maybe I wanted this, which is why I wanted invited him inside.
I wanted him to ask me, waited for him to ask, and when he chased me in the snow and kissed me, my world changed in an instant as the man branded me to his heart. I couldn’t picture my world without him in it.
Moving back and forth, I sucked on his cock hard, my hands now resting on his ass cheeks, holding him close to him.
I swirled my tongue around the tip and sucked hard on it, before popping my mouth off and repeating the same process.
Wilde moaned and groaned as his hands played with my hair and fisted it, tugging at the strands.
Wilde’s balls tensed, and I could tell he was close.
I wanted to taste him, but I also wanted him to cum from my pussy first, not just my mouth.
With one last big swirl and suck, I removed my mouth from his hardness and worked my way until I landed at his face.
I kissed him hard and deep, swirling my tongue with his, his groans lost in our kisses.
His hands tore at my bra, his rough hands pawing at my breasts and tugging at my nipples.
Wilde tugged my panties down and suddenly, he lifted me into his arms and I was airborne, landing on my bed with a gentle toss.
He climbed on top of me and caged me in with both arms, leaning down to kiss me before his mouths and hands explored my body inch by tantalizing inch.
Every part of me was buzzing, lit from within, a fire blazing inside.
When his mouth clasped around my nipple, I cried out and when his teeth grazed across the sensitive taut skin, tingles rolled through me and I squirmed beneath him.
He kissed down my stomach and hovered between my legs before diving in, licking my seam from top to bottom.
I nearly bucked off the bed as he sucked my clit hard.
He was talented with his tongue, his movements precise, his licks and flicks hitting all of the tender spots.
My orgasm built quickly and I was helpless to its power.
As soon as Wilde’s teeth grazed my most sensitive swollen nub, that was all it took.
I fell apart beneath him, crying out as he didn’t let up, orgasm after orgasm leaping through me.
“Holy shit, holy fucking shit,” I muttered repeatedly, my mind blown, my limbs spaghetti. But Wilde didn’t stop. He kept going as multiple orgasms tore through me in a way I’d never felt before. How? How did he do it?
My God…
Finally, Wilde finished with one last kiss on my clit, before he kissed his way back up, not stopping until he hovered above my mouth, kissing me softly. “You’re so fucking beautiful.” He said as he moved his hips between my legs. “I can’t wait to feel your pussy clench around my dick.”
His dirty talk sent me into orbit. I wrapped my legs around his waist and nudged him closer. The tip of his penis rubbed against my clit, and I nearly bucked off the bed for a second time. “I want you inside me.”
“Do you? How bad?”
“So, fucking bad. Please.” I begged him as my heels dug into his backside more. I moved my hips, rubbing myself against his tip, and driving myself wild.
He chuckled low and deep, the sound enough to throw me over the edge again.
Finally, after what felt like hours of torture but was probably mere seconds, he pressed his tip inside, pushing his way in deeper and deeper, filling every inch of me until he was balls deep and all the way in.
“Fuck,” Wilde mumbled, and I echoed the same sentiment. He filled me in the best way, stretching parts of me and rubbing friction against others, like all of my deepest itches scratched.
And then he moved, slowly at first, but increasing his speed with every thrust. “If anything hurts, tell me.” He kissed me softly, and I nodded.
He took off, his speed jumping to lustful thrusts, and I moved with him, meeting him move for move.
Harder, faster, Wilde kept up a deliberately hurried pace while savoring me at the same time.
His kisses were tender, soft, and full of exploration and lust, while making me feel so fucking good.
“I want to ride you.” I whispered and in one swift movement, he flipped onto his back, taking me with him, as I straddled his legs and sunk down on his hard cock.
I felt it more this way, his large size hitting my front g-spot in just the right way.
Using my knees on either side of him and my hands on his chest, I rode him up and down, as his hands found my breasts and played with my nipples.
Moments later, he sat up, and we continued to fuck as he kissed me again and again.
It felt so fucking good. The scent of our sex, heady and heavy of sweat and body fluids, the sounds of slapping kisses and moans and groans, soft whispers of our name.
All of it so passionate and full of desire, and before long, both of us climaxed, him before me, but making sure I finished, several times over in the end.
And after several rounds of sex, we fell fast asleep in each other’s arms.