Chapter 22
Reese had never felt so completely satisfied and satiated in her life. Garrett was the best lover she’d ever been with and having him claim her as his was the cherry on top. All this time, she’d been thinking of him as her man, and to find out that he felt the same way about her, made her so giddy, she could practically get up and do a little dance. She wouldn’t of course. She would much rather stay here on the hard picnic table, with the uneven boards pressed into her back, as long as all two hundred sweaty and sexy pounds of Garrett remained plastered over her.
Garrett slid out of her and hastily disposed of the condom, tying it and tossing it aside to be dealt with later. “Are you okay?” He asked.
“Better than okay,” she sighed with a smile. “That was so…”
“Yeah,” Garrett agreed.
“Is it usually like this for you?” Reese asked. Maybe he was just a sex God in his own right and this was the norm.
Garrett chuckled, his body shaking with his amusement. “Definitely not. You...you made it so much better. You make everything in my life so much better, Reese.” He placed a tender kiss on her forehead, then proceeded to pepper kisses down the bridge of her nose until his mouth met hers.
In seconds, she was turned on again, her body humming with need as his tongue slipped past her open lips, accepting the invitation of wanting to taste him, to feel him, all over again. Shewrapped her legs around him and he angled his head to deepen the kiss. She moaned, hunger for this man coursing through her body all over again. He wasn’t just kissing her anymore, he was devouring her, tasting every corner of her mouth, and she knew she’d never get enough of him.
He pulled back, the shadows of his eyes hooded with lust, reflecting back everything she was feeling in that moment. “What do you say we move this somewhere a little more comfortable?”
She agreed, only a little sad to leave this incredible view of Garrett against a starlit sky with a crescent moon behind him. Without waiting, he scooped her up into his arms. She helped him by opening the back door. He carried her inside and promptly kicked it shut behind him, then took her to the bedroom and carefully lowered her onto his bed.
She’d seen his room once when he’d given her a tour of his house, but seeing it from the perspective of being flat on her back gave it a totally different vibe. Garrett had minimal decor. Just a king size bed, two nightstands on either side, and a long dresser on the opposite wall with a flat screen on it. He didn’t even bother pulling back the covers before climbing over her and resuming the delicious kiss he’d interrupted outside a few seconds ago.
She loved his passion and enthusiasm, but she was ready for something a little different. “I want to be on top this time,” she said, hoping he would be alright with that.
Without warning, he flipped them over so she was straddling his waist, and he was looking up at her with wonder and lust. “Better?” He asked, a crooked grin on his gorgeous face.
She could’ve stared at this man all night, but she was already so wet between her legs that the only thing she could think about was having him inside her again. “Maybe. I don’t suppose you have another condom handy?”
He rose up on his elbows, opened the top drawer of his bedside table and produced a box of one hundred. “I can do this all night,” he said, tore open one of the small square packages and started to sheath himself.
Reese snatched the condom from his hands. “Allow me.” He gave it to her, and she held it for a moment, as if contemplating changing her mind. Fat chance of that happening, but she did want to do something else first. She scooted down between his legs and without warning, sealed her lips around his shaft, taking him in until the tip hit the back of her throat. Then sucked as hard as she could.
Garrett gasped, his hips bucking into the air. “Reese!” He cried out.
She hummed at the pleasure she’d given him and wrapped her fingers around the lower half of his shaft. To say her man was well endowed was an understatement. No wonder he’d made her come like no other guy ever had. She swirled her tongue around his length as Garrett fisted the comforter. All the muscles in his abdomen and thighs tightened as he groaned his pleasure.
She doubled down on her efforts, bringing him right to the edge, tasting his musky sweet precum as it beaded on the tip, then carefully slowed her ministrations. She did that several more times until he was practically mindless with need. Then she sat up and smiled, taking her time to sheathe him, letting her fingers stroke and tickle their way down his shaft as his hips bucked up in search of her touch.
“Patience,” she teased, and he growled in response. She almost laughed at the sound, but instead she impaled herself on him, fast and hard. He threw his head back, arching his back, creating a deeper penetration as he let out a ragged breath and groaned. Yeah, she knew exactly how he felt because she was feeling it too. This was amazing. She pulled up until just histip remained inside her opening then let gravity bring her down hard. He swore under his breath, and she did it again, and again.
“Fuck,” he ground out. “That feels too good.”
And it did. For her too. He placed both hands on her hips, supporting her up as she rode him, watching his face in the shadows as he basked in the pleasure. Heat rose in her belly, rising up from the depths of her core. Her nerve endings caught fire, momentarily stalling her thrusts, but Garrett took over, lifting and lowering her onto him with the same speed and veracity she’d been going, and her entire world exploded.
She cried out with pleasure and Garrett followed, his muscles tensing and pulsing around her through his grunts.
Completely spent and boneless, she collapsed onto the bed beside him. He removed the condom, tied it, and tossed it aside, then pulled her close, their legs tangling together, and his arms wrapped securely around her.
The room was light enough to just make out his features, but dark enough that she could barely see where she ended and he began. It was a heady feeling, and she liked it. Maybe even a little too much.
“That was…”
“Yeah,” Garrett said, his voice hoarse and soft. He kissed her temple. “Mine.” The quiet reminder sent warm tingles down her spine and she nuzzled in closer to him.
“Yours.”
They lay in each other’s arms, boneless and content for several long minutes until Garrett went to dispose of the condom and brought back a moist towel for her to clean up with. Then he crawled back into bed with her, surrounding her with his warmth and strength.
They must’ve fallen asleep in each other’s arms because the next thing she knew it was morning. The sun was shining brightly into the room making her squint from the light inher eyes. “Good morning,” Garrett said, his arms still wrapped around her. “How did you sleep?”
