He looked at me, then lowered his gaze. I felt the gentle, tentative touch of his finger. I was already so turned on that I inhaled hard at the sensation. He touched again, gliding over my hard bud. My hips flew up of their own accord and I whimpered his name.
He chuckled, quiet but raspy. “Oh, Becca. I love how you feel. So soft.” His voice dropped. “Wet.”
One finger became two, and he became braver—exploring, feeling, touching.
“So beautiful,” he murmured. “Do you have any idea how beautiful you are?”
He met my eyes. “You are every fantasy I’ve ever had come true, right here. If there was nothing else, I’d be happy for life.”
“We have all night. You can have everything.”
He closed his eyes and sighed. He lowered his head, and I felt the first light touch of his mouth on me.
I gasped.
He groaned.
He pushed forward, covering me with his lips. Moments later, Reid Fucking Matthews proved how fast a learner he was. His mouth was wicked, his tongue talented. Pleasure racked my body as he sucked and teased. Slid his long finger inside me, then added another. Strummed my clit, humming against the sensitive nub, making me quiver.
He was a natural at it.
He began to consume me, everywhere he touched on fire. Sparks shot through my body, shivers sweeping over me.
I began to stiffen, my orgasm bearing down on me. I cried out his name, gripped the back of his head, pleading and begging. For what, I had no idea, but Reid did. He pressed harder, his fingers stroking me exactly where I needed them.
I exploded, crying, gasping, spasming around his mouth. Calling his name, I arched my back as I gripped the comforter, needing something to anchor myself to the bed.
Reid gentled his mouth, turning his head to the side, kissing my thigh. He caressed my torso with his hands, soothing and soft. Laying his head on my stomach, he kissed my skin, then slid his hands under me, holding me close, letting me recover. He glanced up, pleased, arching one eyebrow.
“Okay, then?”
I grinned. “Epic.” Then I surprised him. Sitting up, I pushed him back to the mattress. His erection stood straight and proud.
“I think it’s my turn.”
“Fuck,” he muttered, lifting up on his elbows. “I don’t know if that’s a good idea.”
I trailed a finger up his shaft, teasing the crown. “You don’t want my mouth on you?”
“I’m not sure I’ll last.” He swallowed. “I want to be inside you the first time I come.”
“You will be.” I hovered over him. “Just a taste.” I wrapped my hand around the steel of him. “You wouldn’t deny me one taste of your cock, would you?”
“Jesus,” he said and panted. “That’s the hottest thing I’ve ever heard.”
I opened my mouth and slid him in. He was musky, salty, and perfect. I licked and teased, taking in as much of him as I could. Our eyes locked, his gaze riveted on the way his cock looked gliding in and out of my mouth.
“You look so sexy.” He trailed a finger over my cheek. “My cock in your mouth. The way your tongue feels . . .” His head fell back with a long moan. “Becca, please, baby. You need to stop.”
I released his cock with a final lick.
I crawled up his legs, straddling him. “Like this?”
He nodded, his brow furrowed. “Are you, ah, ready for me?”
I leaned forward, my lips at his ear. “I have never been wetter or readier, Reid Matthews. I want you so much I’m aching for you.”
“I should wear a condom. I want you to feel safe.”
“I do feel safe. I want to feel you. Just you.”
“Oh God,” he hissed. “Are you sure?”
I slid over him. “Yes.”
His hands settled on my hips. “I want to be inside you. Now.”
I rubbed his cock along my folds, his blunt head hot and wet. Gripping his shaft, I guided him inside, slowly sinking down, steel inch by steel inch until I was full, and our skin flush.
He felt magnificent inside me.
“Fuck, Becca, I can’t . . . I’ve never felt anything like this. Oh God.”
I began to move. Up, down. Slow and steady, pumping him. He gripped my hips, beginning to move, matching my rhythm. Beads of sweat spotted his forehead. My back felt damp. His grip tightened, his movements picking up. He began to mumble, the words too low for me to hear.
Then, once again, Reid Matthews went to the head of the class.
With a quiet roar, he sat up, shocking me as we fell back, him on top. He grabbed my leg, lifting it over his shoulder. His hips slammed into mine, pushing his cock in deeper, making me cry out. He anchored his hand to the headboard, hovering over me, his eyes wild.
“I’m gonna . . . Jesus . . . Becca . . . I can’t . . .”
His head fell into my neck and his body spasmed. I clamped down on him as another orgasm tore through me. A long, loud groan filled the room as his cock jerked and he came, every muscle in his body tightening, his frame shuddering as he rode out his orgasm.
Then he collapsed on top of me.
Boneless.
I wrapped my arms around him, welcoming the weight.
I touched my lips to his ear.
“Okay, then?”
He chuckled, his chest vibrating against me. When he lifted his head, wonder filled his eyes.
He pressed his mouth to mine.
“Epic.”
“Is it normal to be hungry after sex?” Reid mumbled against my shoulder.
I stretched, feeling seldom-used muscles protesting. I grimaced, turning my head to meet his gaze.
“I think when you’ve had sex three times in a row, it’s probably normal.”
He tugged me closer, trailing his lips down my neck. “Did I hurt you?”
“No.”
“You winced.”
I chuckled at the worry in his voice, rolling over so I could see his face. He hovered over me, frowning.
“Reid, I haven’t been with anyone in a long time. Almost two years. And you’re, ah . . .”
“I’m what?”
“You’re big, okay? Your penis is large.”
His lips quirked. “My penis? So proper. Ten minutes ago, you were calling it my cock and begging me to fuck you with it.” He bent and nipped at my neck playfully. “My dirty-talking Becca.”
I laughed.
“Fine. Your cock is huge, Reid. I just need to get used to it.”
He was over me in a second, his cock pressing against my hip. It seemed he was making up for the lost years. All it took was a few words, and he was hard and ready to go.
“I’m happy to help you get used to it. They say practice makes perfect.”
I pushed against his shoulder. “They say too much of a good thing is bad as well.”
He stilled. “Too much? Am I pushing too hard?”
I cupped his face. “Don’t look so worried. I’m fine, but I need a bit of a breather.” I glanced at the clock. “It’s two a.m. You’ve had me three times in as many hours. Maybe pizza first, then you can, ah, resume your practice?”
“Pizza, then practice. I’m good with that.”
“Maybe a little sleep?”
A look of tenderness crossed his face. He lifted a stray curl off my face, tucked it behind my ear, and rubbed his nose against mine in an affectionate gesture.