Once he’s yanked me forward so our pelvises are crushed blissfully together, he delves around my hips to squeeze my bottom with both hands.
A primal growl reverberates from his chest as he reclaims my mouth. His touch is simultaneously brutal and cherishing. If I didn’t feel equally as feral, I might be a tad frightened by his intensity.
My nipples stiffen to impossibly hard peaks, and I involuntarily grind myself against his erection.
Not that I could’ve avoided it if I tried.
Reed’s blessed in the size department, which I guess means I’m blessed by proxy.
He pulses his hands around my bottom, encouraging me to writhe harder. “Fuck, cookie. Keep rolling those hips like that.”
Then his lips are back on mine. Our tongues twist and tease while I indulge in more of that delicious grinding. He’s so hard his cock hits my clit with each flex of my hips. One thrust becomes two and three. Until I lose count.
Faster and faster, I pulse on him, allowing him to guide me with his possessive hold on me. My clit throbs and tingles with each pass of his cock.
“Mmm.Fuck, I’ve missed this with you,” he rumbles before placing wet kisses along my jaw and neck. “Do you still make that sweet sound when you come, my cookie?”
“I don’t know,” I answer, too blissed out to offer anything sexy or quippy in return. All the energy needed for witty responses has been redirected to the pleasure unfurling between my legs.
Reed moves to the other side of my neck, giving my hair a tug at the roots to guide my head. “Guess I’ll have to find out for myself.”
Between shaky breaths, I pant out some semblance of a retort. “If you keep pressing against me like that and talking dirty, you’ll find out all right.”
He tightens his grip on my hair, tugging just shy of pain. I grind on him harder. His next kiss is barbaric and commanding.
Iloveit.
Odd how I’ve spent so much time disliking his stern side and longing for the softer version I once knew. But now that we’re in this moment, I want him harder and rougher. I need him to take me savagely.
After driving his hips upward twice more, he releases my hair and goes to work on the button on my shorts. “I need to get my hands on that pretty pussy.”
“Why stop with your hands?”
Yes, I said that out loud. No regrets.
Without conscious thought, I help him by lowering my shorts’ zipper. Before I have a chance to feel shy about my belly pouch or recall which panties I wore today, he has two thick fingers plunging under the embarrassingly wet satin fabric concealing my pussy.
My eyes snap shut, and I toss my head back when he makes contact with my slippery flesh. “Oh god, Reed. Yes, touch me like that.Please.”
“Love the sound of you begging, Lila.”
“I know you do.” Eyes shooting open, I tease him some. “If you make me come, maybe you’ll hear more of it later.”
Air hisses through his teeth with his sharp exhale. “Fuck yes.” Using his free hand around my nape, he pulls me toward his face. His lips are on mine with my next breath.
I was wrong before when I said his earlier kiss was barbaric. That was nothing compared to this one.Nothing.
Nipping teeth, a sharp, demanding tongue, and a punishing suction with those full lips. It’s wrathful perfection. I could probably come from this kiss alone.
But I won’t find out because his fingertips find my clit in the next second. I break the kiss to utter an appreciative moan and gasp for air. He doesn’t let me retreat from him for long, reclaiming my mouth in renewed intensity.
No objections.
Air?Psh. Unnecessary.
All I need to sustain life is Reed touching me like this and stroking his tongue against mine.
Those nimble fingers play me like a symphony, his touch sending pulses of euphoria throughout my core. Every flick, pinch, and roll of my clit sends me higher into a pleasure spiral. This man is a maestro at knowing exactly how I like to be touched.
