“Keep doing that, Reed. It eases my shame to know you’re enjoying this too.”
“Don’t feel ashamed. I’m loving every second of this. But this is about you. Take what you need from me.”
I suckle the fleshy part of her earlobe, wondering if it still heightens her pleasure like it did a few years ago.
“Oh my god,” she screams, digging her fingernails into my shoulders.
Affirmative. Her earlobe is still sensitive.
I suck a little harder on the tender flesh, indulging myself with two more pumps of my hips against her. When I force myself to stop, I inhale deeply. She smells like my shampoo, which is oddly arousing.
Her legs squeeze mine, and her thrashing becomes erratic. “Yes, Reed.Holy shit.I’m gonna come.”
“Damn right you are.”
Her keens turn into high-pitched whimpers as she hurtles over the edge. “I’m coming. Oh my god, Reed.Yes, yes, yes. Shit, yes.”
For the second time today, Lila reaches her orgasm in the nick of time, narrowly sparing me from coming in my pants.
“Thank you.” She releases a satisfied exhale that’s tinged with one final moan. “Give me a minute.”
“For what?” I ask, peppering her jawline with feathery kisses.
“Until the urge comes back. It isn’t gone yet. I can tell. That wasn’t enough.”
Fuck.
No way my boxers will be saved from a wet fate a third time.
THIRTY-FOUR
Like INXS, I need you tonight
LILA
As predicted,the next arousal flare comes less than ten minutes after I did. Fortunately, this round seems to be more tame than the others. I feel more clear-headed too. Maybe it’s finally wearing off.
With my stellar luck, it’ll spike out of control right as Reed returns to the bedroom, and he’ll catch me two knuckles deep.
What word is stronger than mortification? That’s where I’m at presently. I’ll never need makeup for my cheeks again, thanks to the shame-filled blush I’ll have for all eternity.
At least Reed seemed to be into my newfound freaky side. And for bonus points, he didn’t get a good look at me embarrassingly busting out of his clothes.
With that thought, I seize the opportunity to turn off the bedside lamp, plunging the room into partial darkness. There is still a bit of light shining from the bathroom where Reed’s taking a quick shower.
After generously letting me ride his thigh—like the gentleman he is—Reed asked me to join him. I declined. More shame, naturally. Not because of my body this time. It’s because I didn’t want to witness him scrubbing his thigh, knowing he wasprobably disgusted by the vast amount of moisture I deposited there.
He eased my apprehension about that by claiming he felt sticky after the long day. I did detect dried perspiration on him, but I didn’t mind at all. In my revved-up state, he could have spent the day shoveling manure, and I’d probably still have wanted to jump his bones.
Oh, dang. Here we freaking go.
Shouldn’t have thought those words. My hips are doing that thing again. Apparently, even the reference to manure didn’t dull the heavenly visual of Reed eagerly letting me jump his bones.
If Reed comes in and I’m in the throes of another flick fest, I’ll never recover.
Time for some manifestation.
In a whisper, I try to hype myself up. “Cool it, Lila. You’ve got this. You don’tneedto orgasm just because your hormones say so. You’re the President and CEO of this body. You call the shots around here. Now, act like it.”
