Within five seconds those panties were on the floor and within a few more, Reuben was kissing his way up her inner thigh. “God…” He lifted his head. His eyes, which were all kinds of lust-glazed, met hers. “You smelled like lemon drops in Bozeman and now you smell like honeycomb.”
Viv lifted her fingers to his face, stroked them across his mouth. “Chocolate Honeycomb fizz bath bomb.”
Delish had a range of luxury pamper items including soaps and bath bombs. Thankfully Sage did not…
“Christ.” He kissed her fingertips without taking his eyes off her. “I can’t wait to taste it on your pussy.”
And then he went back to his ministrations, his tongue getting in on the action now as he zeroed in on his target. She was about to stop him because what she wanted most—what she’d fantasized about most—was to have him filling her up, pounding himself inside her but Jesus, this felt so damn good the suggestion of him stopping drifted away and then dissolved in a flash of heat as his tongue touched down and swiped right up the middle of her sex.
She cried out as the whole world shifted beneath her and her hand came down automatically on top of his head, plowing into his hair and hanging on for dear life while everything tilted crazily. He grunted and she realized she had her fingers all twisted up in his hair but damn if it didn’t look good, her hand on his head like that as he licked and sucked between her legs.
And he hadn’t lifted away, hadn’t shaken her off, just muttered, “Delicious,” and kept going so she held him there and surrendered to the magic of his mouth.
It didn’t take long. The tip of his tongue was some kind of secret weapon, soft and coaxing one moment as it explored the slickness between her folds then hard and pointy the next, finding the engorged bud of her clitoris and working it with perfect precision as two fingers pushed into the tight wet heart of her and crooking, working the engorged bud inside.
Her heart hammered frantically at the double whammy and her fingers twisted a little harder in his hair. He grunted but he did not stop.
“Reuben!”
Viv arched her back and panted as her orgasm rose from the depths of her pelvis like an avenging angel, spreading heat and light and pleasure that was shattering and energizing all at once. And she rode it to the end, her heels drumming on his back right between his shoulder blades as the sensation peaked and plateaued for long moments, wringing the very breath from her lungs before spiraling away.
She was left gasping and limp in its aftermath, her knees flopping to the side, her fingers unfurling from Reuben’s hair as he nuzzled her belly while she slowly came back to herself. “I thought I’d embellished how good you were at giving head but…obviously not.”
He chuckled, puffing air across skin damp from his lips, which in turn caused a prickle of gooseflesh. He raised his face, propping his chin against her belly, looking up her body.
“I aim to please.”
Viv pushed her hand to his hair—it looked a little worse for wear thanks to her almost reefing it out by the roots as she’d come. “You’re just good at this whole thing, aren’t you?”
“You make that sound like it’s a bad thing.”
“Nope.” She smiled. “Not at all. No complaints from me.”
Lightly he rubbed his chin back and forth, the delicious prickle of his whiskers causing more goose bumps. “I like sex and I’ve paid attention over the years.”
Viv grinned. “You have.” She’d had great sex before but great usually took familiarity and practice and, as she tended to steer clear of long-term attachments, it wasn’t something she’d experienced often.
But Reuben had hit it out of the park. Every. Single. Time.
“Why don’t you lose your clothes and remind me how good you are at penetration?”
He chuckled again. “I love how you can make the most clinical word sound dirty.”
“Oh yeah? You like that, huh?” Viv’s hand slid from his hair, her thumb tracing over his bottom lip. Her heart did a funny flop as he turned his face and nuzzled her palm. “How about I need coitus in the worst possible way so get your penis in my vagina stat?”
Warm air puffed into her palm as he laughed. Dropping a kiss in the middle, he levered himself upright. “How can I resist such a direction?”
He stood and Viv watched as he unfolded himself, his gaze finding hers as he idly undid the buttons on his shirt. A smile played on his mouth and she knew he was doing it deliberately slowly, enjoying himself. She was enjoying it too, caught on the delicious precipice between desire and fulfillment.
Wanting to delay it and hurry it all at the same time.
The last button ceded to Reuben’s will and he shrugged out of his shirt revealing a smooth, broad chest glowing golden in the firelight, his nipples mocha, the shift of his abdominal muscles mesmerizing. His shirt landed next to hers. Then he reached for the zipper of his fly, lowering it as far as it would go, the fabric either side flapping wide before he slid his thumbs into the waistband and pushed them down.
They slid off his legs and he stepped out of them, raiding his back pocket for his wallet and the foil packet within before tossing wallet and trousers in the same place as his shirt. Then he was standing, looking down at her, in nothing but his Calvins and a condom. His erection—and what a beast it was—tested the stretching properties of his designer underwear and Viv panted a little at the thought that it would soon be testing her stretching properties.
If she’d been a virgin she might have even been a little terrified.
“If I’m losing these,” he said, his voice deep as pitch as he snapped the waistband of his underwear, “then you’re losing those.”
He pointed to her remaining clothes and Viv did not have to be asked twice She was surprised they hadn’t already smoldered off her body!
Aware of Reuben watching her every movement, Viv reached for the hem of her tank, arched her back and pulled it up, dragging it over her head and tossing it on their rapidly growing pile of clothes. Arching again, she reached behind and undid the catches on her bra, quickly removing it and throwing it on the floor also. “Now you.”
Viv’s husky command was met with satisfyingly immediate action, Reuben peeling his underwear down his legs in one smooth move, his erection surging out in front of him like a divining rod as he kicked out of his briefs.
“Come here.”
Her voice had dropped to a whole other level of husky but he heard her fine and took the three paces in her direction, which put him at about her shoulder level, his rigid dick hovering over her body as if it had been ordered to stay by some kind of sexual sorcerer. It was hypnotizing, not that she was capable of looking at anything else despite the support package being pretty damn amazing.
Reaching up, her fingers touched down on the taut flesh of his shaft, his dick bucking at the stimulus. He hissed in a harsh breath. “Fuuuck, Vivian.”
She let her focus drift to Reuben, his face a twisted mask somewhere between pleasure and pain. “You really do have an amazing cock, you know?”
He grunted as she wrapped her hand around his shaft and Viv reveled in the smoothness of flesh wrapped around the core of steel. Long and thick, perfectly veined, the spongy head engorged with the slight pucker of flesh on the underside all smoothed out. For something so utterly anatomical it was breathtakingly beautiful.