Page 72 of The Temporary Fiancée
My stomach swoops all over again, my exhausted body flushing with a fresh surge of arousal at that thought. We reach my bedroom, and Reed carefully lays me down on his bed. The sheets are cool against my heated skin, and I shift a little on the mattress, feeling both vulnerable and sexy.
As I lie there looking up at him, something passes across his expression before a grin tugs at the corner of his lips. He holds up a hand in await theregesture, then strides over toward my nightstand.
“Is this where you keep it?” he asks.
I blink, my jaw dropping open slightly. “Um, yes.”
“May I?” He gives me a look, reaching for the drawer, and I nod.
When he pulls out the pink vibrator, my thighs involuntarily clench. That thing has given me many orgasms, but seeing it in Reed’s hands sends a whole different kind of anticipation racing through me.
“What are you doing?” I ask, even though it’s rapidly becoming pretty obvious.
Reed shoots me a wicked smile. “I want to know what you look like when you’re coming all over this vibrator. I’m done guessing.”
With that, he climbs onto the bed and settles between my thighs. He flicks the vibrator on, and the low buzz of it fills theroom, making adrenaline and heat spike through me. My body knows that sound, and everything is so heightened right now that justimaginingwhat Reed is about to do with it has me close to coming.
My hips lift off the mattress before I can stop them, and the slow, satisfied smile that pulls at his mouth makes me flush all over again.
He brings the vibrator to my sensitive clit, and it’s so much, sosudden, that an orgasm creeps up and slams into me before I can stop it. My back arches off the bed as I cry out his name, and he watches me come undone with an expression of pure, possessive hunger.
“Better than I imagined,” he murmurs. “Fuck, you look good like this. Let’s do it again.”
He doesn’t give me time to come down. Instead, he turns the setting higher and works me through a second orgasm before the first has even faded. This one is slower, drawn out, my body writhing by the time it crests. The third comes on like a tidal wave I feel like I might drown in, and by the fourth, I’m wrecked, whimpering and mewling softly, my hands fisted in the sheets.
Reed has been talking to me this whole time, low and reverent and filthy, telling me how beautiful I look like this, how he’s been picturing exactly this for weeks, how he can’t believe he gets to see it.
“One more, baby. Give me one more. I know you have it.”
I shake my head weakly, but he slides the vibrator inside me on a pulsing setting and presses two fingers to my clit, and somehow my body finds another one. It’s almost too much, right on the edge of overstimulation, and it goes on and on, leaving me limp and shaking on the mattress when it finally fades.
He turns the vibrator off and tosses it aside. He’s hard again, and the sight of him sends a weak, fluttering pulse through me. I reach for him, tugging on his arm, and he leans down over meand braces himself on his forearms, his mouth finding mine in a messy kiss. If what he just did was torture—the best kind—for me, I get the feeling it was the same thing for him. He’s so hard that his cock is dark and veiny, precum dripping from the tip as it brushes against my thigh.
He pulls back to look at me after a few beats, his hair falling into his eyes.
“That was a lot,” he murmurs, his thumb dragging across my bottom lip. “I just couldn’t stop myself, you looked so fucking gorgeous. But I’m sure you’re worn out. We don’t have to?—”
I shake my head. “Shut up and fuck me.”
A slow, hungry smile pulls at his mouth.
The hand resting on my jaw tightens just slightly, and the look in his eyes makes me whimper. He kisses me again, harder this time, then delves into my nightstand for another condom. He rolls it on with hands that aren’t quite steady, and I can hear how rough his breathing has gone.
When he lifts my hips and slides into me slowly, we both let out twin sounds of pleasure. I can tell he’s being careful with me, and my worn out body appreciates it. I can tell that my pussy will be sore tomorrow, but I’m so wet and turned on right now that he works his way in easily. He fucks me slow and deep, his eyes locked on mine, and I lift my hands to run my fingers down the ridges of his abs as they flex.
Even when he gets close, he doesn’t go too hard. But I can feel him straining for control, the tendons in his neck standing out as a sheen of sweat gleams on his skin.
“Fuck, baby,” he grunts. “I’m gonna.”
“Do it,” I gasp. There’s no way in hell I can come again, but I want so fucking badly to feelhimcome, to watch him fall apart. “Fill me up, Reed.”
He won’t, not really. He’s wearing a condom, but still, my words seem to have some effect on him. He groans roughly,leaning over me and bracing is forearms on the bed beside my head as he pumps several more times and then stills.
Heat is pouring off of his body, and I realize that I’m sweaty too. My hair is probably a mess by now, and muscles I didn’t even realize I had feel like they’ve gotten a workout.
Reed’s large body rests on top of mine for a moment, and I blink lazily as I go limp under the pleasant weight of him. Once we’re both breathing a little easier, he rolls off me and onto his back, and we lie side by side in the half-dark.
For a long while, neither of us speaks. The tension that’s been sitting in my chest for weeks has finally drained out of me, leaving me heavy and loose and almost too tired to think. My body feels sated and used in the best way. From the corner of my eye, I can see Reed’s chest rising and falling, slowing back to normal, and the quiet between us doesn’t feel awkward at all.
