But then she closed it again, offered me a small smile and a little wave, and opened the door, hopping out into the snow. Enveloped by the storm, I no longer saw her, her body disappearing into the surrounding whiteout of snow.
Pain ripped through me and I clutched at my chest. It hurt.
It hurt not to see her. Not to be near her.
Without thinking, I shut off the engine, grabbed my keys, and jumped out of my truck, taking off after her. I caught up with her near her door, grabbed her from behind, her shriek lost in the storm’s wind. “Wilde, what are you?—”
Before she could finish her sentence, I pulled her close to me and covered her mouth with mine, kissing her with everything inside me. My insides exploded, feelings long gone reawakening, a passion I’d never felt for anyone before bursting forth.
The weather didn’t matter, as we kissed and kissed, not feeling the snow or cold, there by her door, under her porch light. I couldn’t stop once I started, like a dam bursting open, and I didn’t want to stop, my hands digging into her waist and holding her against me.
When we finally broke apart, she whispered against my lips, “Come inside.”
There was no way I was saying no, not after I tasted her. She was mine now, and I wasn’t holding back. I couldn’t. She was a drug. One I wanted to be hopelessly addicted to.
I waited behind her impatiently as she unlocked the door and pulled me into the lobby of her building, out of the storm. We stomped our boots off but only long enough for our lips to find one another again, our kisses wet, messy, and needy. We kissed as Reagan walked me backwards towards her apartment door, leading me down a hallway on the right. In front of the door marked one hundred and seven, Reagan stopped kissing me long enough to unlock and open the door, pulling me inside.
She didn’t flick the lights on, only shut and locked the door behind her before letting her jacket slid down and off. She kept undressing as she walked further into her apartment, motioning me to follow her. When we got to her bedroom, she wiggled her finger at me. I didn’t hesitate to grab her waist and pull her against me, her beautiful curves utterly perfect. I ran my hands over her figure again and again, over her soft silky dress, toying with the bottom hem. Her own hands pulled at my t-shirt, lifting it over my head as her face pressed against my stomach and licked my rock-hard abs. Her fingers played with the waistband of my pans, and soon she unzipped the fly and yanked them off, leaving me in just my boxer briefs.
Reagan kissed me deeply before she dragged her mouth away and moved down my jaw, over my chest, along my stomach, falling to her knees below me. I groaned when I looked down and saw her looking up at me, so fucking gorgeous and ready. She reached down and lifted her dress over her head, tossing it to the side, her bra and panties the only things left on her curvaceous body.
She reached up and slipped her hands beneath the waistband of my boxers, tugging the fabric down gently, my cock springingout from beneath the fabric. “Wow.” She whispered beneath her breath and licked her lips. My head fell back in anticipation.
“You don’t have to…if you’re not comfortable, we can…” I said, the words lost in the desire swirling the room.
And then before I could string together another coherent thought, her plump lips wrapped around my cock and my entire world tilted on its axis.
CHAPTER FOUR
Reagan
Wilde’s sizewas impressive and my stomach swirled as my tongue wrapped around the head, feeling the wideness of the girth. But I wanted to taste him,neededto 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…
