At last she opened that sweet mouth of hers and encased him as far as she could go, her tongue swirling and massaging, her cheeks hollowing from the suction she made with her ruby lips with every retreat before sinking over him again.
The next minutes shattered into fragments of eternity as she worked him over with the sweetest kind of torture. Her hot mouth and sinful tongue had all six hundred and forty of his muscles strung tight as a bow. At one point he feared snapping her bedposts in half, but was unable to relinquish his white-knuckle hold for fear she’d stop and he’d lose what little sanity he had left.
The ecstasy she gave him was like someone dropping a match into a room full of fireworks. It started with only one or two little flares, but those in turn set off the ones next to them, and so on and so on, until his entire body felt like a fucking Fourth of July finale.
His climax hit him so fast and hard that he had no chance of warning her. He tried to do the gentlemanly thing and pull back, but she grabbed his ass and dug her fingers in as she swallowed him deep. Any polite inclinations he’d had went up in smoke with the bite of her nails in his flesh and, throwing his head back and his hips forward, he roared as he came until she’d taken every little bit he had to give.
As the stars disappeared from his vision, Lucie stood and backed away slowly, running her fingers over the open throat of the shirt she wore.
“What are up to now, woman?”
“I took care of you.” She sat demurely on the upholstered bench for the vanity that sat directly across from her bed. “Now I’m going to take care of me.”
“I believe that’s my privilege,” he said, releasing the posts.
Before he could advance she ticked a finger back and forth. “Ah-ah-ah. Be a good boy and stay right where you are.”
“Boy?” he scoffed. “Let me come over there and I’ll show you just how much of a man I really am, sweetheart.”
She undid fingers the lowest button on the shirt. Then the next, revealing her blue silk panties. She gave him a wicked smile and said, “If you want to prove to me just how much of a man you are, then you’ll fight the instincts gnawing at you and stay right. Where. You. Are.”
Fucking smart. Now if he moved he was branding himself a pussy. And all because he wanted hers more than he wanted to breathe in that moment. When this was over he was telling her in no uncertain terms that he’d be the one doing the seducing from now on. As hot as it was to watch her in this role, he was too much of a control freak when it came to sex. After this, he’d be calling the shots during their hot interludes. He could hardly wait.
Then it hit him. There wasn’t much time left to make love to her. Depending on their schedules they’d have a few more times together, tops. The realization hit him like a blow to the solar plexus, damn near knocking the wind right out of him.
Don’t think of that right now. He didn’t want anything to taint what precious time he did have with her. He was going to make every second count until the final bell rang.
“As you wish, princess.”
Another button was released, as was a warm laugh. “I love that movie. So now you’re my farm boy, is that it?” He waggled a brow in answer making her chuckle again, but then she cocked her head to the side and sobered again. “You know, as cute and heroic as Wesley is, I can’t bring myself to pretend you’re anyone else.” The last button holding the shirt together slipped through its hole and the sides fell open to reveal her perfect breasts. “You, Reid Andrews, are exactly who I want.”
Although his brain tried to tell him she only meant here and now—because it wasn’t a secret who she truly wanted for the long haul—he couldn’t stop his heart from leaping in his chest.
“That’s good, Luce. ‘Cause you’re exactly who I want, too.” Now, and every day after that.
Shit, he had to stop thinking like that. He had to stop thinking period and give himself over to the moment. To the woman he had in this moment.
“Mmm,” she moaned as she tweaked her nipples between her thumbs and forefingers. “How much?”
His eyes were glued to her breasts as she continued to stroke and fondle them. “How much what?” he croaked.
She leaned back against the wall. One hand slid down her flat stomach to her pussy and rubbed over the thin, blue material. “How much do you want me?”
Reid’s entire body vibrated with the effort it took to keep himself locked in place. His hands fisted with the itch to touch her satiny skin. His mouth watered at the thought of sucking on the taut peaks of her breasts and lapping at the cream between her legs.
Pulling the panties to the side she used her other hand to massage the supple lips of her pussy, slipping a finger between them to delve into the wetness. She looked like something out of his wet dreams. Ass perched on the edge of the seat and leaning back with her shoulders pressed to the wall. His shirt open and barely clinging to her shoulders with her hair spilling on either side of her neck. And her slender legs were spread wide, raised on the balls of her feet, while her fingers explored his promised land.
“Bad.” His voice was pitched lower than usual and he noticed it sounded more than a little growly. The woman brought out his animalistic side like no other.
Her middle finger slid deep inside, her eyes closed and back arched as it swirled around. When she removed it her body relaxed once more and her eyelids fluttered open. Then she pinned him with a sultry stare as she brought that finger up to her mouth and painted her lower lip with her juices.
He heard a loud groan and it took him a second to realize it had come from him.
“How bad?” she asked before licking her lip with the tip of her raspberry tongue.
“So goddamn bad it hurts.” Reid glanced down at his cock already strained to its limits so soon after she’d made him come with her mouth, then looked back up at her. “Literally.”
A seductive smile spread over her face. “Then come and get me, hotshot.”
He moved as fast as he did in the octagon, making the feet between them seem like mere inches. His hands delved into her hair on either side of her face and he hunched over to conquer her mouth and suck the remnants of what she’d left on her lips.
Their kiss wasn’t slow or tender, but deep and fierce, constantly changing angles as they devoured each other.
Eventually he wrenched his mouth from hers to kneel between her legs. He dragged his hands down her body until they reached her perfect breasts where they molded and kneaded and pinched her ripened nipples, making her writhe on the bench and her breaths quicken.
“You’re so fucking beautiful,” he said, just before he closed his mouth around a hardened peak and drew on it hard.
She cried out and grabbed his head, her nails scratching his scalp through his short hair, trying to pull him in even more. He placed his hands along her spine, holding her to him so she didn’t accidentally squirm away. Switching from one to the other, he kissed them as he did her mouth, tongue lashing, teeth grazing, lips sucking.
“Oh, God, Reid…”
Her stomach was pressed along his chest with her legs hooked onto his back just under his arms. And in between, her hips ground that hot pussy on his abs, searching for the means to an orgasm.
He kissed his way up her body, reveling in the wanton sounds of his woman. Placing one last kiss over her heart he lifted his head to find her staring at him with The Look—the one that told a guy when a woman was leaving Let’s Screw For Fun City and headed straight for Let’s Pick Out China Town—written all over her pretty face.
Normally The Look had him making up forgotten urgent appointments and sprinting in the other direction. He tucked her hair behind one ear and studied her for several moments, waiting for the familiar flight response to kick in. But all he felt was the need to gather her closer. The need to make love to her until muscle exhaustion forced them to rest.
It was in that moment Reid knew even if he had an actual appointment, he’d blow it off to stay with Lucie. It was in tha
“Reid?” she said softly. “You’re looking at me funny.”
“Am I?”
She nodded.
He removed her shirt, then cradled her in his arms as he stood and made his way over to her bed. Once she was settled in the middle of the mattress he climbed next to her and propped his head on one hand while the other drew lazy patterns over her body. “Funny how?”
“I’m not sure. I’ve never seen that look on you before.”
Her breaths grew more shallow and her nipples puckered into tight little buds as he trailed a finger around the soft curves of her breasts. “I doubt anyone ever has…but you’re not just anyone, are you?” He kissed her shoulder and raised his eyes to find a slight frown of her brow and her lower lip prisoner between her teeth. “You’re special. You know that, don’t you, Lucie?”
She smiled and nodded.
She was lying.
Her smile was one of the saddest he’d ever seen and it killed him that she still had insecurities. Insecurities that had no business gripping a woman as wonderful as her.
Reid took it as a personal affront. One he intended to rectify.
…
Earlier, as she’d waited anxiously for him to return home, Lucie had made a decision. No more would she ignore what was in front of her because of a silly compatibility theory based on a failed relationship. It was time to be honest with herself—to be honest with him—and embrace her true feelings for the man who knew her as no other ever had.
And that time was now.
Reid studied her with an intensity she’d never known. His eyes, rings of mossy green infused with streaks of topaz, bore into hers. Her gut instinct was to look away, to guard herself not only against him, but against what she felt for him. It was because of that instinct that she held firm…and let him in.
Lucie trembled lightly as she lay there, her heart and soul exposed to a man with the power to crush them. There was no denying she loved him, not when she felt this vulnerable, this afraid.
The callused tips of his fingers grazed her cheek before delving into her hair. His face was only inches away from hers and yet it might as well have been miles.
“Baby, you’re shaking,” he whispered.
“No, I’m not.”
He smiled as he nuzzled her cheek with his nose and kissed her jaw. “Yeah, you are. Don’t worry…I’m going to take care of you.”
Before her brain got on the hamster wheel about whether he was referring to the next sixty minutes or the next sixty years, he claimed her lips in the most sensual kiss of the century and killed any hope of brain activity for the immediate future.
His lips moved over hers, exploring the curves and contours, his teeth nibbling, testing the fullness of her lower lip, and his tongue traced the inner arc of the upper one. Every time her tongue ventured forward, he pulled back, not allowing her to participate to that degree. Over and over she tried to kiss him back, but he expertly avoided her attempts while continuing his explorations.
Frustration and sexual tension mounted deep in her center. Her hands grabbed his head to hold him in place and she was rewarded with a deep kiss. She moaned, tasting herself on his tongue. Before Reid she’d never known how good it could be to have a man worship her sex with his mouth. And she never imagined how much she would love kissing him afterward.
Lucie’s small victory didn’t last long. After a few brief moments he grasped her wrists and pinned them to the mattress above her head as he moved over her. His hips settled in the cradle of her thighs, his thick erection nestling between her folds.
He bent his head to kiss her neck and lick a path to her ear. He nipped her earlobe then sucked it into his mouth to soothe the pain away. Releasing it, he spoke, his hot breath feathering through her hair. “Lucie, baby, you drive me insane, you know that? You have no idea the control it’s taking me to keep myself from driving into you like a complete madman.”
She arched her body, encouraging him. “Don’t hold back. Take me,” she begged.
Pushing himself up just enough to look her in the eyes, he said, “Oh, I will. But this time I’m going to savor every moment. I’m going to take my time loving you tonight.”
Lucie opened her mouth to argue when he shifted his hips, sliding his cock up until its hard length rubbed over her clit, and her argument changed to a high-pitched moan.
“No talking allowed. Just feeling.” He repeated the move, causing her to see stars. “Got it?”
She nodded. She’d agree to anything so long as he kept doing that.
Reid kissed his way down her body, leaving moist trails over her breasts, down her rib cage, and across her stomach. His hands pushed her thighs wide, opening her as far as possible. She gazed down her body at his head poised just above her pelvis, his breaths skating over her wet skin and sending shivers of pleasure that hardened her nipples.
This time he kept his eyes open, lending another level of intimacy to the act as he hit her with that first long lick up her center.
She sucked in a breath, and her hips jerked.
“One of my favorite things is taking you to the edge,” he said, his voice low and gravelly. “The way you look just before you come is a thing of pure beauty.”
Another lap of his tongue with a flick at the top over her clit.
“Oh!”
“That’s it, baby. Keep watching me. Watch me make love to you with my mouth.”
Those were the last words he spoke before making good on his intention. Reid licked and sucked like he was kissing her mouth, his tongue diving into her, humming his appreciation of her taste.
She panted and fisted her hands in the comforter. Her hips began to thrust instinctually against his tongue, needing a consistent movement over her clit to match the pulsing deep inside getting faster and faster.
“Oh, God, I need you inside me,” she cried. “Reid, please!”
“Not yet,” he said in a voice that sounded as strained as she felt frustrated. “The edge. You’re not there yet.”
Was he joking? She bloody well felt like she was there. If she didn’t get something inside of her in the next few seconds, she was going to lose it.
He replaced his tongue with two fingers, rapidly rubbing over the sensitive bundle of nerves as he sucked at her lips and bit her inner thigh. The sheen of sweat now covering her body and the scent of her arousal hanging thick in the air confirmed his oral talents. He was driving her batshit insane and enjoying every second of it.
She released the comforter in favor of stimulating her nipples and squeezing her breasts. She’d always been too self-conscious to play with herself before, but the urge to touch them was too great. The tweaks she gave her nipples zinged straight to her center, and the tension in her belly tightened more and more.
Lucie’s vision became unfocused, but she heard Reid growl ,“Fucking beautiful” as he moved back up and entered her body just as she reached that edge and then shot past it.
Unable to help herself, she screamed and arched against him as her insides imploded and bore down on the massive erection now blessedly filling her to capacity. He groaned against her neck and tightened his arms around her as her channel continued to spasm and wave after wave of tingly vibrations spread through her body to the tips of her toes and the roots of her hair.
“Goddamn, you feel amazing.”
She would’ve agreed, but even the simplest speech seemed beyond her. As she came back to herself, wrapped in a euphoria she’d never known existed, Reid’s mouth captured hers in a sweet, languid kiss.
Losing herself in the heady post-climax fog and the sensual dance of their tongues, her body jerked in response when he began to withdraw, the thickness of his shaft rubbing along the sensitive walls of her sex.
Once he was almost fully unseated, he pressed back in, slow and deliberate, until she’d taken all of him again. She gasped and arched her head back, breaking the kiss. The sensations were too much, too soon. She’d never survive.
She placed her hands on his shoulders and pushed with the strength of a baby bird, her eyes begging with him. “Reid, I can’t…”
“Shh,” he said against her lips. “Yes, you can.” He pulled her hands away, entwined their fingers, and held them down just above her head as he withdrew again. Holding himself still at her entrance, he whispered, “Trust me.”
It wasn’t a statement of arrogance, or even a request. Staring into the fathomless depths of his light eyes, Lucie realized it was a plea. It said, Trust me to pleasure you. Trust me to take care of you. And dare she hope, Trust me to love you.
“I trust you.”
His lips crushed her in a molten kiss as he drove himself to the hilt. She had a fleeting thought that this must be the very definition of pleasure-pain, wanting to push him away and claw him closer all at the same time.
But it only took moments before ecstasy had her firmly in its grasp and all that mattered was the exquisite feel of him moving steadily inside her, completing her as nothing else could.
Time stood still, the turning of the world ceasing in deference to their love making so it could last forever. Their bodies, slick with sweat, moved as one, as fluid as the rolling swells of the ocean tide.
His torturous, unhurried pace finally broke, his hips driving faster, their breaths growing shorter. Soon the familiar tension began to gather deep in her center, growing and spreading with every thrust of his cock until his passion consumed her, owned her.
Unbelievably she came yet again, his name spilling from her lips. But whereas the last one had pulsed with fierce intensity, this one carried her into a perfect oblivion on a seemingly endless current.
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