Page 70 of The Temporary Fiancée
“God, I missed these. You have no idea how many times I’ve thought about getting my mouth on them again.”
He bends and takes one of my nipples in his mouth, and the warm wet glide of his tongue makes my head fall back. He sucks hard, and I gasp, my fingers sinking into his hair to hold him there. He switches to the other one, his teeth grazing the sensitive skin in a way that makes my pussy clench, and I’m wet enough that I can feel it through my panties already.
It feels incredible… but it isn’t nearly enough.
Reed is breathing harder when he finally lifts his head again, his lips meeting mine. I whimper his name into the kiss, and he makes a rough, low sound.
“Tell me what you want,” he demands.
My brain short circuits momentarily as dozens of filthy images cycle through my mind all at once. But a single thought manages to surface above all the rest.
“Make me come,” I gasp. “Please.”
He draws back to look at me, something shifting in his expression. The smooth charm has faded away, and what’s left underneath is something hungrier and much more intense, his jaw tight, his eyes burning.
“Thought you’d never fucking ask, baby. I’ve been wanting to do that since the day I gave you that fucking vibrator. Should’ve been me the whole time.”
He scoops me up as he speaks, carrying me the short distance to the couch and setting me down on the cushions. He dropsto his knees in front of me, large hands sliding down my thighs before pressing them apart. The only stitch of clothing I’m still wearing is my panties, and he groans at how soaked the fabric at the crotch is.
“Jesus, Olivia. Look at you.”
His thumb drags slowly along the seam of my pussy through the cotton, and the muted pressure of it makes my hips twitch upward against his hand. Then he hooks his fingers into my panties and slides them down my legs, peeling them off slowly, his eyes drinking me in the whole time. When they’re gone, he spreads my thighs farther apart, and the ravenous expression on his face only makes me wetter.
“Beautiful,” he murmurs. “Look at this pretty pink pussy. So fucking wet for me.” His gaze moves up to meet mine, and there’s a raw honesty in his voice as he admits, “It’s been killing me trying to stay away from you, Liv. I’m not sure how much longer I could’ve survived it.”
I can’t form a response to that, and I have no idea what the right response would evenbe. My heart stutters in my chest, but before I have to come up with any words, Reed lifts my legs and hooks them over his shoulders, dragging me forward over the soft couch until I’m right at the edge of the cushion. The first long lap of his tongue against my clit makes me cry out, my hand flying to the back of his head.
He doesn’t tease me, thank god. Instead, he dives in like he’s been thinking about this for weeks—which, if he’s really been going crazy the same way I have, maybe he has. His tongue is devours me with hungry licks and tighter focused circles around my clit, and the wet heat of his mouth sends pleasure shooting through my veins faster than I can keep up with.
When he slides two fingers inside me and curls them the way he did that first night we were together, my back arches off thecushion and I make a sound somewhere between a yelp and a moan.
“Louder,” he encourages, his voice muffled. “Scream for me, baby. I want to hear it.”
Shamelessly, I do. I don’t know if it’s because of the way Reed makes me feel so wild and sensual, or if it’s just because I’ve been pent up for so long, but the sounds that pour from my lips are loud and filthy, and I don’t even try to hold them back.
He seems to like it because he keeps going, his fingers thrusting in and out of me while his mouth stays sealed over my clit. I can feel him watching me through his thick lashes, his gaze locked on my face the whole time, and it makes an extra bloom of warmth creep up my chest.
Reed seems like he’d be happy to stay on his knees between my legs for hours, but even though I lose track of time a bit as pleasure rocks through me, I know it doesn’t take that long. My body is so keyed up and desperate that it feels like only a few minutes before the familiar tingling starts to spread through my limbs, warning me that my orgasm is about to break.
“There…” I moan, shifting my hips to chase his touch as my head tosses restlessly against the back cushion of the couch. “Right there, don’t stop, don’t stop, fuck, Reed!”
He doesn’t respond with words, but he increases the tempo of his fingers and tongue, and that sends me soaring over the edge. I come hard—much harder than I ever did with the vibrator—my thighs clamping around his head as I grip the dark strands of his hair like my life depends on it. His tongue never lets up its delicious assault until I’m shaking and gasping and completely undone.
I’m still trying to catch my breath when he grips my hips and lifts me up, moving my body easily. The room spins around me, and when I reorient, I find myself on my knees on the couch, my elbows braced on the back of it, facing away from Reed. He dragshis hand down the curve of my spine and over my ass, taking his time, and the possessiveness of the touch makes my stomach flutter wildly.
Both hands find my ass, squeezing the rounded globes hard.
“This ass,” he rasps. “Been dreaming about this too. You want more, baby?”
“Yes,” I whisper, because there’s nothing truer in the world.
“What do you want?”
With anyone else, I might be embarrassed to so brazenly ask for what I need—but with Reed, I don’t even hesitate. We’ve only had one night together, and I feel like he’s already seen a side of me that I barely knew existed until that night.
“Fuck me,” I say, looking at him over my shoulder. “I want you to fuck me, just like this.”
His jaw goes tight, his pupils expanding. He’s already working on his pants, undoing the button and dragging the zipper down, as if he’s at the end of his patience. But of course, even when his own self-control is about to snap, he has to make me work for it.
