Page 16 of The Temporary Fiancée
He takes his time, alternating between teasing flicks and long, hungry laps that make my eyes roll back a little. When a little gush of wetness spills from my pussy, I wince in embarrassment. But Reed groans, so deep that I feel the vibration of it against my skin.
“You taste so fucking sweet. I could do this all night.”
He clearly means it too, because he keeps going, working me over with his tongue for so long that I lose track of time. But every time I start getting close, he slows down or backs off the pressure, keeping me stuck right at the edge. A frustrated noise gets trapped in my throat, and he laughs as he adjusts his grip on my thighs.
“Am I driving you crazy?”
“Yes,” I mutter, because he really is.
He looks up at me with hooded eyes. “I’ll put you out of your misery, I promise. If you beg for it.”
My mouth drops open a little as I stare down at him. It’s on the tip of my tongue to say no—I’ve never begged for anything in my life, and I’ve definitely never begged a guy during sex.
Then again, if I don’t do what he asks, what if he really won’t give me what I need? That thought, mixed with the arousal coursing through my veins and my desperation for one more spark to ignite the embers, has whispered words pouring from my mouth before I can stop them.
“God, Reed, please,” I practically babble. “Please. Fuck, please make me come.”
“That’s a good girl.”
His eyes glint with pleasure and he immediately gets back to it, focused now, his tongue working my clit in tight circles. He slides two fingers inside me, going deep and hitting a spot themakes my mouth drop open wide on a soundless cry. Then he curls them back toward himself, and that’s all it takes.
The orgasm that’s been just out of reach crashes through me, sudden and overwhelming. My thighs clamp around his head as I let out long, keening moan, fisting his hair. He uses his wickedly talented fingers and tongue to work me through it, not slowing down until my muscles start to relax. Then he presses a tiny, almost chaste kiss to my clit and draws back.
When he stands, he’s grinning, and I’m vaguely embarrassed to see how wet his lips are. He kisses me deep, and I jerk a little in surprise before melting into it. I’ve never had a guy go down on me after eating me out before, and it’s so much hotter than I would’ve expected. I can taste myself on his tongue, and it feels dirty and sexy at the same time.
“How did you do that?” I breathe against his lips. It’s a stupid question in this moment, probably, but it’s all my brain can come up with. I don’t think I’ve ever come that hard in my life.
He hums into my mouth. “That was nothing. We’re just getting started, sweetheart.”
Oh god.
My hands fumble with his shirt, suddenly desperate to feel his skin. He helps me the same way I did for him when he was trying to get my dress off, taking the lead as he strips off his shirt and tosses it aside. My breath catches as I get a glimpse of his bare chest. I’ve imagined this for more years than I’d care to admit, and somehow everything about this man is better than any fantasy. I run my hands over his chest, his abs, the cut of his hips, taking my time because I might not get another chance.
He watches me grope him, half-smiling, letting me look.
When my gaze drops lower, my heart kicks hard against my ribs. There’s a massive bulge in the front of his pants, his cock tenting the fabric as it strains to get free. Breathing a little harder and drawing on the courage that an incredible orgasm can bring,I drop my hand to the front of his pants and palm him through the fabric. The sound he makes when I squeeze his cock lightly makes me shiver.
“Keep doing that and I’m not going to last,” he warns, thrusting into my touch as if he can’t stop himself.
I arch a brow at him. “Oh, you can tease me, but I can’t tease you?”
His grin widens. “Brat.”
Despite his words, it doesn’t seem like he minds anything I’m doing one bit. That bolsters my confidence even more, and I work his belt open while he digs his wallet out of his back pocket and fishes out a condom. His pants drop low on his hips, and my pussy clenches as I draw his cock out and get my hand around him properly. He’s big, his shaft thick and hot against my palm, and his eyelids go heavy when I stroke him.
Gripping my knees, he spreads my legs wider as he steps forward, seeming to take up even more space than his muscled six foot two form should. He tears the condom wrapper open with his teeth, and fuck if that isn’t just about the hottest thing I’ve ever seen in my life.
My mouth goes dry as I watch him roll the condom on, my heart pounding. He nudges between my legs, dragging the head of his cock through my pussy lips, and my hips jerk. I make a sound that’s not quite a whimper and not quite a moan, and Reed’s gaze locks with mine.
“You ready for me?” he asks.
I nod eagerly—probablytooeagerly, but I’m a long way past playing this night cool, so I guess it doesn’t matter. And he seems to like my response, judging by the way his pupils widen, darkening his amber-flecked eyes.
He starts to push in slowly, and my breath stills in my lungs. He’sfeelseven bigger than he looks, both thick and long. Eventhough he takes his time, working into me inch by inch, it almost feels like he’ll never fit.
“Fuck,” he bites out, pressing a little deeper. “You’re tight.”
My eyes narrow, because I’m not entirely sure that’s the issue here. “You’rebig.”
