Page 96 of Reins

He suckles my clit, sending rays of lightning that spasms me off the sheets.

Then he stops, his wicked smirk hovering above my soaked pussy. “Am I done?”

It’s only then I realize my arms have fallen to fist the blanket in the throes of the torrent of his lips.

“Shit.” Weakly, I struggle to lift them back into place. Everything is on fire and I just want the relief of release.

It can only be quenched by the fury of his—

“Turn over.” He pulls himself up to his knees, his cock rigid in the air jutting from his hips, then he leans to the drawer and grabs one of the condoms he stashed there. “No babies for you, yet.” He grins, rolling the sheath over his purple head.

Yet.

“Hands on top. Raise that ass in the air.” He pats my hip, then runs his palms down the back of my thighs when I obey.

When he nests his legs between mine, panic begins to flare in a rapid flush.

But as he reaches around me, molding me to his chest, his heat calms me as his lips move against my neck.

“This puts you in control, baby,” he murmurs. “You get to set the pace, okay? I’ll take over when you’re ready.”

How does he do that? He points me in a direction but it’s still my choice?

I love it. It drops everything down to a yes or no.

That I can handle.

He runs the thick head of his cock against me and sits on his heels so his knees spread mine. Then his rough callused palms run up and down my sides, over my trembling legs, and up between them to flick my taut clit.

The twitch rocks my pelvis, sinking the tip into the hollow of my soaked pussy, stretching me more than his fingers did.

“That’s it, Ros.” He squeezes my hip, guiding me with his strong grip. “Up and down.” He lets out a long rumble that vibrates against my back. “You’re doing so good,” he groans.

Every time I raise I feel empty.

Each drop sinks him deeper until a cold sweat breaks across my forehead from the intensity of the full.

His stiff ridges grind across my inner walls, lacing me with a sensation I’ve never experienced. A pressure unlike anything before, a coiling spring that makes me beg for more.

“Does that hurt?” he pants, his tiny shivers pepper my skin with every sharp inhale as his mouth presses my throat.

“No.” I’m lost in my own head, swimming in the ether of his body joining mine.

Up and down. Faster. Some insane hunger pushes me to move. The small, short movements become long full strokes as his belly slaps against my ass.

“Fuck,” he grunts, his fingers digging into the flesh of my side. Then he tilts my pelvis, taking over to drive into me with such force I have to brace myself against the wooden panel.

But I want it.

“More,” I beg him as he thrusts.

I’m on the edge of a cliff with stars bursting behind my eyes. My moans drown the sounds, becoming a chant of his name.

Fire erupts through my limbs and spews from my throat in a scream to the heavens as Cade tenses against me, his own roar joining my cry as we fly into the oblivion of a shuddering release.

As he pants, he grips the headboard next to my hand, and drops his forehead to my shoulder, his hot heaving breath pouring down my flanks between us. “Ros,” he grunts. “Are you okay?” He clings to me, holding me up.

Then as another spasm rifles through me he twitches with another groan.