Still he pumped. Still he thrust.
“That’s right, baby. Keep coming. Grab hold of that big cock. Come, baby, come. That’s—Fuck!” He thrust deeply.
So deep I wondered if he could feel my heart racing.
So deep I knew I’d never be the same.
As he released, I grabbed onto his butt and held him inside me, pushing him, hoping to get him deeper and deeper into my body.
His eyes were squeezed shut, but my gaze never wavered. A minute or so later, when he opened those eyes full of flames, they softened as they looked upon me.
“Fuck,” he said, softly this time.
Then he rolled off me, sliding out of me. I felt the loss deeply, but we weren’t done. He’d promised all those things he’d do to me, and I’d see that he kept that promise.
He lay on his back, one arm over his forehead. “Fuck,” he said again.
What is it? I wanted to ask. Was he okay? Had he enjoyed it? Of course, he’d enjoyed it, but was he happy? Or did he have regrets?
“Condom.”
“I’m on the pill,” I said on a breath. “The director requires it.
Reid shot up into a sitting position. “What? That’s illegal.”
“I know, but he provides them, so I take them. It doesn’t cost me anything, and I haven’t been with anyone in—well, since before.”
“Thank God. I’m good. I’m always safe. Except, apparently, with you. What the hell is the matter with me?”
I stayed silent, still cloaked in a haze of nirvana as my body reeled in the aftermath of the orgasm.
And I never wanted to move again.
So I lay there, finally closing my eyes. When a breeze drifted over me and I felt a chill, I pulled the covers up from the foot of the bed over both our bodies.
I couldn’t sleep. Reid’s eyes were closed, but I doubted he was sleeping. What about his promise?
Of course I had to let him rest. Men were different than women. They needed recovery time. Fine with me.
We had all night.
46
Reid
Damn. I’d needed that more than I’d ever needed sex. Ever needed a woman.
Sure, this day had been majorly fucked up, but that wasn’t the only reason I’d desired this. Needed this. Yearned for this.
I was feeling something so completely foreign to me. Something I’d never wished for or wanted.
Was I in love?
My God, was it something in the Wolfe genes that made us fall in love so quickly? I’d watched both my brothers and my sister fall in love within weeks.
A fluke, I’d thought. It won’t happen to me. Never in a million years.
Except it had.
I loved this woman. A woman who, though she obviously wanted me and was attracted to me, could never love me. Never, because of what I represented.
The man who’d kidnapped her, tortured her.
Hunted her.
But I was also the brother of the man who’d saved her. Rescued her.
My release into her body had taken me to another planet. Nirvana and ecstasy tripled, like nothing before.
But now I lay next to her, covered, my eyes closed.
And these thoughts consumed me.
Did I have the right to drag her into my mess of a family after all she’d been through?
Did I have the right to ask her to be with me? The son who most resembled the man who’d hurt her so deeply?
She wanted me, yes. But could she ever love me?
I opened my eyes and looked at her, first peripherally but then I turned onto my side. She was resting, her eyes closed, her pretty cheeks flushed. Her blond hair was splayed over the pillow like a curtain of honey. Her full pink lips were parted just slightly.
Just the perfect amount for me to slide my tongue between them.
My cock woke at the thought. Semi hard and then hard again, just from the thought of a kiss. A beautiful kiss between the lips of the woman I loved.
Lips.
I hadn’t paid any attention to those luscious lips between her legs.
She was sleeping, but she’d already consented to everything I told her I’d do.
I moved slowly, removing the quilt she’d covered us with and—
I simply looked at her.
I took in her flushed cheeks, those pink, parted lips. That look of pure innocence. Her innocence had been stripped from her long ago by my psycho father and that priest, but regarding her now, flushed and sleeping, I could see what had been.
A beautiful naïve girl who only wanted to get to college.
That pureness. That loveliness.
She was still lovely. Very lovely, and that body… A dancer’s body for sure, with lean but muscular arms and legs, a flat belly, and those breasts… Luscious and large and perfect. Her nipples were like velvet, and though they weren’t painted red, they were even more beautiful in their natural state. I’d kiss them. Soon, but not yet.
I raked my gaze downward to her shaved vulva.
Shaved, no doubt, because of the skimpy costumes she had to wear. Or did she shave because she wanted to?
Most women I’d been with had been shaved, but some weren’t. I didn’t mind the hair, but something about a shaved pussy was sex on a stick to me. I loved being able to see the slight swell of pink when a naked woman stood before me. Then when I spread her legs…
I spread Zee’s legs gently.
And beheld the beauty of the paradise between them.
Already I’d felt this paradise. Felt it on my dick. She was still slick from my come. I gently eased myself from the bed to get a warm washcloth from the bathroom. Once I’d wiped the last of me from her, I smiled between her legs.
She opened her eyes.
“Hey,” I said lazily.
“I felt something.”
“Just cleaning you up,” I said.
“Oh?”
“Yes. So I could do this.” I slid my tongue over her folds.
She moaned softly.
God, she tasted like honey. So pretty, all pink and swollen, the sides of her inner thighs still slick with wetness. I kissed one thigh and then the other. Then back to her pussy. I slid my tongue through her folds again and then moved to her clit. She shook with the smallest touch of my tongue. The nub was still hard from our sex. She’d come hard, and I’d felt every contraction of her channel around my cock.
Fucking paradise.
Paradise I wanted to experience again and again.
“Zee,” I said, “you have the sweetest pussy I’ve ever tasted.”
No lie, and I’d tasted many pussies in my lifetime. I loved eating pussy. Other than fucking, it was my favorite part of sex. Every woman was different, and finding that sweet spot was a game to me.
A game I never lost.
Some women were tart, others sweet, others a combination, and others pure musk. All delicious, but Zee was the most delicious by far.
She lifted her hips, granting me better access. Below her pussy was her other entrance to paradise. Her ass.
Would she ever be ready for that?
God, my cock. Already I was itching to slam into her again.
No. Go slowly. I’d made a promise to her, and I’d keep it.
I sucked on her clit gently, and she undulated beneath me, soft moans humming from her throat and into my ears. Each sweet sound fueled my desire, and I licked her faster, sliding my tongue over every millimeter of her sweet pussy.