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.
CHAPTER FIVE
Wilde
I blinkedmy eyes and looked around, not recognizing the room. My heart leaped, but then my brain caught up and memories from the night before flooded my brain.
Reagan.
Sex.
Lots and lots of amazing sex.
Good thing I dropped off Otis with Elena, because otherwise my poor dog would’ve peed and pooped in the house.
I didn’t mean to sleep here. Hell, I didn’t even plan to drive her home.
Yeah, you did. That’s why Elena has Otis, who you trying to fool.
Looking at her beside me, her eyelashes fluttering against her cheeks as her eyes moved below her lids, her soft breaths filling the space between us. She looked so peaceful and so damn beautiful. As quietly as I could, I moved onto my side and positioned myself behind her, spooning her backside.
Reagan shifted in her sleep, a small sound emerging from her throat as her eyes fluttered more and then popped open. She snuggled back against me before freezing, her entire body going stiff. Her head jerked around and her eyes went wide before she scrambled from bed, as if I were a stranger between her sheets.
“Reagan? What’s wrong?”
“Nothing. It’s fine. I just need to use the bathroom.” She hastily grabbed the robe hanging on a chair before wrapping it around herself and scurrying into the bathroom, closing the door behind her.
I stare at the door, my heart beating wildly in my chest. I was sick of the damn thing by now, constantly throwing me into a state of chaos and confusion. I wasn’t sure what to do but lay there and wait. She emerged from the bathroom several minutes later, a sheepish look on her face.
“I’m sorry. It’s just I forgot I have an appointment this morning. And I kind of can’t cancel, so…” Reagan’s eyes darted around the room, anywhere but mine. Her voice trailed off and my insides ran cold. She couldn’t even look me at me. Her arms crossed over her chest and she looked defensive. Why?
Why was she shutting me out?
Okay, then. That wasn’t how I saw the morning playing out. But I could take a hint. I sat up and threw my legs over to the side of the bed, grabbing my boxers off the floor before sliding them on. I quickly dressed in silence while she watched, the awkwardness growing in spades between us. I didn’t, couldn’t understand what the hell was happening and I wanted out of there.
“What about your car? I’ll still give you a ride.”
