He inhales shakily. “No.” With a wobbly hand, he peels the square away.
The air is stolen from my lungs as a fresh tattoo comes into a view.
“A lucky penny,” he whispers as my fingertips trace the edges of the reddened skin. “For you.”
His lucky penny, tattooed over his heart.
I blink, sure that this is a dream. But the warmth of his skin seeping into my touch…it’s real. The penny, Reid, his confession, all of it real.
Instead of a year on the small coin like a real penny would have, there’s a full date inscribed. A date from earlier this year. I scan through my memory, trying to dig up what the date is…
“It’s the day we found each other again.” I tear my gaze away from the tattoo to meet his eyes, full of love that I never knew he was capable of. “The day I came into On Tap for the first time.”
My chest is so full it could burst open right here all over his kitchen. Every inch of me overflows with the sentiment, the permanence, the testament of his words to me through the ink on his skin.
“It’s perfect,” I whisper, the only words I can form. Careful not to touch the sensitive skin, I press a kiss to the side of the penny.
His lucky penny.
He grips my thighs as a relieved exhale escapes his mouth.
Each brush of my lips against him fuels the burning inmy chest. It simply feelsright. Everything in my body screams to be as close to him as possible, and I wonder how I ever went without him?
When he goes to grab my shirt, I let him pull it off of me, and he makes quick work of my bra as well. My breasts fall free, heavy and full under his appreciative gaze. He cups them, gently thumbing my nipples. I arch into his touch, a needy moan slipping free, as I feel every pinch straight in my pussy.
I squeeze my thighs against his hips. A silent signal for more. With him, I’m finding I always cravemore. Maybe it’s the years I spent denying myself of pleasure for the sake of not turning out like my mother.
Or maybe it’s because I love him. And I love the way he makes me feel. The way he plays with my body like he knows it as well as his own.
“Hips up,” he demands, voice husky. I oblige and he’s quick to pull my leggings down, my underwear going with them. I shiver as my bare skin meets the marble this time, but the heat of his eyes steals it away.
With a steady hand in the middle of my chest, he slowly eases me down. As I fall back on the counter, my legs spread wide like his personal feast, and he wastes no time, diving down. He licks a path up my entire pussy until he reaches my clit. My back bows off the counter, but he doesn’t seem to care as he sucks my clit into his mouth. His tongue flicks over it in a punishing rhythm. There’s no build up. No slow burn.
Not as he looks up at me from between my thighs, blue eyes shining with his declaration, and sends me into the abyss. My orgasm barrels down my spine without warning, taking me by storm. Incoherent words spill from my lips as my fingers fight for purchase against the smooth surface.
The only thing tethering me to this moment is his mouth, working me through it. He laps up every bit of my release, not stopping even when I’m a shaking mess.
“I can’t—too much!” I cry. My thighs squeeze his head which finally seems to rouse him, because he pulls back with a satisfied smirk. I playfully push him away with my foot.
He slowly removes it before standing up. Then, before I can blink, his hand is flying through the air and slapping down right on my still pulsing core.
White-hot pain and pleasure shoot through me in a mind-numbing burst. “Fuck!” The words echo off the walls as I twist, riding out a second impossible wave.
“I tell you when it’s too much.” His words cut through the haze like a hot knife through butter, settling into my bones. “And I haven’t even started yet.”
My tongue is leaden in my mouth, unable to say anything back. So I simply nod and open my legs, ready, waiting, as he makes quick work of shucking off his pants. His hard cock springs forward, a bead of precum sitting at the tip. I swipe it with my thumb and bring it to my lips. Locking my eyes on his, I lick it clean.
He fists my hair, craning my neck back. “Who’s this dirty fucking girl?”
“Your girl,” I rasp.
“Damn straight.” He pulls my hips to the edge of the counter. I wrap my legs around his waist as he lines up his cock. He taps it against my clit a few times, causing me to shudder. It makes him smile.
Then in one, easy thrust, he slides inside of me. Our eyes stay locked on one another the entire time. Inch by inch he stretches me. My lips parting at the sensation.
It’s so good every fucking time.
His abs flex as he pulls back, leaving just the tip inside, before he slams into me. Hard.
