Reid’s laughter splits the night, his abs contracting deliciously. “Joy, you have a dirty little mouth hidden inside this luscious little body,” he rumbles, pulling me close, the warmth of his skin lighting a fire in mine.
“Make love to me, Reid.”
Chapter 18
Switch
Itake in my Joy, the moonlight bathing her pale skin, and I marvel that a creature so perfect chose me. I take a step toward her, my big body towering over her small one. I’m a big guy and up until Joy I’ve always enjoyed larger women, women I could pound into and not have to worry about hurting them. But the woman who has stolen my heart is not like any other woman I’ve ever been with. Not just physically, but in all ways. I want to treat her like the precious treasure she is. Not because of where she came from, but because that’s what she deserves. She deserves reverence.
I cup her face and sip at her plump lips before nibbling down her neck, her collar bone, crouching lower to bite at the top of her breasts, a perfect handful for me. Taking a knee I reach around, unsnapping her bra. Joy lets it slide down her arms untilI’m met with pale pink nipples, tight buds in the cooling night air. Her chest rises and falls in quick breaths, and I know what my woman wants. Her lids are hooded as she cups the back of my head, her fingers threading through my hair, her pupils blown as she pants my name.
Leaning ever so slightly forward I hook the bottom of her thick nipple with my tongue, drawing it into my mouth with a firm suck, my tongue batting the bud before I turn my attention to her other breast. One hand cups her tight ass, the other palming the breast not getting a tongue lashing.
“Oh, Reid, that feels so good, so good…” she murmurs, her head falling back on her shoulders.
I catch her in my arms when her knees buckle, intending to lay her out on the picnic blanket.
“Fucking brownies,” I murmur when I accidentally kick the container with my fat foot.
Joy’s giggles rend the air, calming the intensity with which I want her, which is a good thing. I’m so keyed up I may have lost my mind when I saw her laid out for me. Instead I stare down at her as she lays back, her auburn hair splayed out behind her, her knees falling open, an obvious wet patch on her panties, even in this low light.
“My Joy, do you need me?” I whisper, running my thumb across the gusset of her panties, drawing a whimper from her.
Before she can answer I dive face first, wanting to taste the essence on her panties before I get to the real thing. I gently scrape my teeth along the lace, gathering a little of the fabric and sucking greedily. I can taste the salty sweet of her, the scent of her filling my senses. I want more. Ineedmore. Hooking her panties to the side I slowly reveal sweet pussy. Swollen pussy lips in the sweetest candy pink, her core slick and waiting for me to taste.
I cup her ass in my hands and raise her off the ground a little, her legs spreading even wider for me as I dive in, licking from her sweet little asshole to her swollen clit. She squeals before clamping her thighs either side of my face, but that isn’t going to stop me from devouring her until she squirts on my face.
“Reid! Reid, oh my god!”
She bucks in my hands, her thighs trembling before her hands yank on my hair so hard that it burns but I don’t give a fuck. I was made for this woman. To wring every ounce of happiness and pleasure out of her, to worship at her altar until she knows that there is nothing I wouldn’t do for her.
Her cries fill my ears, spurring me on as she shakes on the ground, her head thrown back, eyes closed tight as her orgasm rocks through her.
“Reid!” she cries before a sob tears from her and I gently lay her down, peeling her panties down her legs before throwing them over my shoulder. I cover her with my body, forearms braced so as not to hurt her with my bulk.
“Shhh, baby, it’s OK, I’ve got you.” I whisper sweet nothings in her ear, cooing, shushing, pressing kisses to her face, her temple, anywhere I can reach until she calms. “I’m sorry baby, was that too far?” I pull back, worried that I hurt her.
“No, it was, it w-was wonderful,” she whispers. “It’s never been like that before. I-I didn’t know it could be like that.”
I rest my forehead against hers, staring into her chocolate brown eyes, “It’s because we were made for each other, Joy.”
“Show me,” she says, pressing her lips against mine. “Show me how well we fit.”
I thrust gently, slightly, my cock rubbing through her folds, drawing a gasp when the crown of my cock hits her sensitive clit. I do this three more times, letting her juices cover me, making me slick enough to ease inside my woman. Canting my hips slightly I groan when I hit her entrance, and slowly, ever soslowly I press my hips forward, the head of my cock easing into Joy’s slick pussy, still wet and pulsing from her orgasm. I thrust all the way until I can’t tell where Joy begins and I end and then, only then do I let out a sigh. I’m home.
Joy
A sigh of contentment rushes out of me as soon as Reid’s hips meet mine and tears well up. Again. I should be embarrassed that I keep crying over this man, but I can’t find it in me. Not now when the feeling welling in my chest is so overwhelming. Never in my life has sex felt like this before. It’s always felt uncomfortable, painful. I’ve always been shut down or plagued with feelings of guilt. Here with Reid? It’s an overwhelming feeling of rightness. Like all my roads led to this man and the way I am with him is someone that I never thought I could ever be in my wildest dreams. I’m brave. Fun. Sexy.
“You with me, baby?” Reid whispers as he brushes my hair from my forehead.
“All the way, darling.” I press a kiss to his chest, right above his heart and I don’t miss the shudder that rolls through him at that simple gesture. I roll my hips, somehow taking him even deeper. “Move, please.”
“Always so polite.” Reid’s soft teasing smile has me mirroring him up until he pulls back, his thick member setting off all the nerve endings at the center of me.
I cry out when he thrusts in, deeper, deeper, deeper. He sets a slow steady rhythm that has me bucking up to meet up, but I feel like I need more. More pressure, more speed, more him. Scraping my hands down his back until they reach his muscularbackside, where I sink my nail in as I grip hard. I know that Reid wants to take things slow, sweet, but I’m right on the edge and I need him to tip me over, to send me spiraling into oblivion. Never have I let a man have this much power over me, and the feeling of being able to enjoy my peak in the safety of Reid’s arms has me desperate for it.
A dark chuckle vibrates Reid’s chest where it presses against mine, “Oh, you trying to tell me something?”
