Page 82 of The Temporary Fiancée
I jump, my palms sliding against the wall, my whole face going hot. I twist my head around to look at him over my shoulder.
His eyes are already on me, a slow heated smirk pulling at his mouth as he watches my reaction.
“What are you—” My voice breaks off, and I have to start over. “What are you doing?”
“Something I’ve been thinking about for a long time.”
I bite my lip. My cheeks have to be burning so bright he can see them from where he is. No one has ever done that to me before, and the fact thatReedis on his knees behind me, his hands gripping my ass and his mouth still wet, makes my stomach flip.
“Does it feel good?” His voice is lower now. His thumb traces a line along the curve of my hip. “Tell me to stop if you don’t want it.”
I’m quiet for a few seconds. The honest answer is that itdoesfeel good. The drag of his tongue, the warmth of his breath, the way he’s exploring something I’ve never let anyone touch? It’s… different, but my body has no complaints at all.
“Yes.” I chew on my lip for a second, then add in a whisper, “Keep going.”
He chuckles, sounding incredibly pleased. Then he lowers his head and gets back to it, and I drop my forehead onto my arm against the wall as his tongue circles my back hole until I’m squirming. Then his hand slides between my legs from below, and two of his fingers thrust inside me with no warning, his thumb finding my clit at the same time. The combination of all of it at once makes my knees wobble.
“Oh my god!” I squeak out.
“That’s it, baby. Just relax for me.”
Biting my lip, I try to follow his instructions, sinking into it, my forehead pressed to my arm, my hips rocking back against his mouth and his hand. He keeps working all three places at once with his tongue, fingers, and thumb, and the pleasure climbs fast, arcing through me. My thighs are shaking. My breath is coming in shallow little pants against my own skin.
“Reed…” I moan.
“I’ve got you, baby. Let go for me.”
“I can’t—I’m gonna?—”
“Of course you can. Come for me.”
He increases the pressure on my clit suddenly, and the orgasm bolts through me with no warning. I cry out, my spine arching, my hips bucking back into his mouth and his hand. He works me through it, his tongue still working my asshole, his fingers curling slowly inside me until the last shudder washes through me.
My legs give out a second later. I sag against the wall, my forehead still pressed to my arm, as I let out a little whimper.
He’s on his feet behind me in an instant, his arm wrapping around my waist and holding me against him. He pulls my back flush against his chest, and I let my head fall against his shoulder, my blood humming. His hand slides up my stomach to splay flat there as we breathe together.
“You okay?”
“Mm-hm.”
I feel him smile against the side of my neck. He brushes my hair off my shoulder and presses a slow kiss to the curve where my neck meets my collarbone, his stubble scratching lightly against my skin.
“You’re so fucking beautiful when you come. Did you know that?”
I make a sound that’s somewhere between a laugh and a sigh. I’m too wrecked to come up with a response.
His cock, still hard inside his pants, pressing against the small of my back, and I feel it twitch at the sound. He’s grinding against me, just a little, his hand still flat against my stomach.
“Reed,” I murmur.
“Mm?”
“We have dinner with your family in an hour.”
His mouth pauses against my skin. He huffs out a quiet laugh, the warm gust of his breath making me shiver.
“They can wait.”
