She was already wet, and would’ve been embarrassed about that, but Gus didn’t give her any time to think. His thumb found her clit, and she jerked. He lifted his head from her nipple to murmur, “Easy, Reese.”
She stared into his eyes for a moment as his thumb swirled around her hardening bundle of nerves. His hand seemed to engulf her entire pussy, and for once in her life, she felt almost petite.
His fingers moved to play in the moisture seeping from between her legs. Then he eased a finger inside her body. Reese moaned.
“Gus, please,” she cried.
“Not yet,” he said, almost to himself as he eased a second finger inside her.
Reese tried to thrust up against him, but his body gave her little room to maneuver. He’d put his weight back on his elbow, and he was looking down at his hand between her legs as he continued to caress her.
“Is this what you did when you were here in my bed alone?” he asked as he used his thumb on her clit and put his pinky and ring fingers deep inside her body. It was as if he was holding onto her in the kinkiest, most sensual way possible, and Reese loved how…controlled she felt.
“Yes,” she moaned.
“What did you think about as you were touching yourself, making yourself come?”
“You,” Reese admitted without any embarrassment whatsoever. “I buried my nose in your pillow so all I could smell was you and imagined it was your hand touching me.”
“Fuck,” Gus said, and she felt his cock throbbing against her thigh.
“Did you masturbate?” she got up the nerve to ask.
“Of course I did. In the shower, in the guest bed, every chance I got,” he admitted.
Reese’s belly tightened. She looked down and licked her lips. She could picture him stroking himself in her head. See the come spurting out of the tip of his cock and covering his hand and belly.
“You like that,” he said. Once again, it wasn’t a question.
“And you like thinking about me getting off in your bed.”
“Hell yeah, I do,” he said without hesitation. “Although I’d like it better in person. Come for me, Reese. I need you nice and wet so I can take you the way I’ve dreamed. I don’t want to hurt you, you’re so tiny, and I’m so big.”
She blinked. Had anyone in her entire life ever described her as tiny?
No. The answer was definitely no.
She felt him adjust, and then Gus was straightening to his knees. She spread her legs, not feeling the least bit of embarrassment as she did so.
Gus took his cock in one hand as he continued to rub against her clit with the other. Even though she’d masturbated that morning in the shower, she felt her passion quickly rising once again. It felt more intense now. Maybe because Gus was in charge of her pleasure. He wasn’t easing off as her orgasm approached.
“Gus,” she murmured as she spread her legs farther apart. She grabbed hold of his wrist without interrupting the hand on her clit, and the other grabbed his biceps. She could feel his arm flexing under her hand as he stroked himself.
“That’s it. You’re creaming all over my hand. My sheets. I’m gonna smell you for hours after this, and I’m not going to want to wash it away. Come for me, sweetheart. Let me see it. Get yourself ready for your man.”
Her man. Yes. He was hers, and she’d do whatever she had to do to keep him.
Her legs began to tremble and her chest felt tight. “Gus…I’m…holy crap…” Reese couldn’t think straight. She’d never felt this primed before. As if she was on the verge of exploding from the inside out. No orgasm she’d given herself had ever felt so powerful. It was an almost scary sensation. She began to panic slightly.
But then Gus was there. He leaned over until his face was directly above hers as his fingers continued their determined assault on her clit.
“I’ve got you. Let go, Reese. I’ll catch you.”
And that was all it took for her to drop all her inhibitions and let the orgasm wash over her. She shook and trembled in his arms as she went over the edge. She couldn’t think. Couldn’t see. Couldn’t hear. All she could do was feel. She’d never experienced anything like this before in her life, and she never wanted it to end.
“So beautiful,” was the first thing Reese heard when she finally began to come down from her orgasmic high. “So fucking beautiful. And mine. All mine.”
She wanted to roll her eyes at his ego, but she was his.
“You with me?” Gus asked as he stared down at her. His hand was lazily caressing her pussy, keeping her on edge but not overstimulating her sensitive clit.
“Yeah,” she whispered.
“I know you’re on the pill, and I’m safe. I haven’t been with anyone in a very long time, and I’ve been tested since the last time I had sex, even though I wore a condom.”
Reese frowned. “Stop talking about other women,” she bitched.
Gus grinned. “Sorry. I’m trying to ask if I can take you bare. It’s okay if you say no, I’ve got a box of condoms in the drawer next to the bed. But I’d never do anything to hurt you or put you in danger.”
“I’m good too,” she told him.
“Yes, you are. And I had no doubts,” he told her. “Make your choice, Reese. Now. Condom or no condom?”
“I trust you,” she said reverently.
Seconds after the last word was out of her mouth, she felt the tip of Gus’s cock against her folds. She arched her back and widened her legs as far as they’d go, feeling the stretch in her inner thighs.
He didn’t go slow. He didn’t ease his way into her. He pushed in to the hilt in one swift motion. Reese swore she could feel him at the tip of her cervix. His entrance didn’t hurt, exactly, but she hadn’t had anyone inside her in a long time, and a slight twinge of discomfort made her flinch.
She felt his pubic hair tickle her skin and his balls lay heavily against her ass. To her surprise, one of his hands went under her and spread her ass cheeks apart even while he lifted her. Amazingly, she felt him go even deeper.
Her belly clenched and she let out a small whimper as her inner muscles desperately tightened around his cock.
“It’s okay. You’re okay. Breathe, Reese. I’m not going to move until you’re ready. But you feel so good. You have no idea! I’m sorry I hurt you. I couldn’t wait. The second I felt you close around me, I had to have more. I’m gonna stay right here until you say I can move.”
His words soothed her. She felt as if her pussy was on fire, but the longer they lay there, the better he felt. She took a deep breath, then another. Then opened her eyes and stared up into Gus’s green gaze, which was locked on her face.
His jaw was ticking as he ground his teeth together, his brow drawn low, and it looked as if he was in pain. But he was running a hand through her hair gently and reverently. She’d never seen anything as beautiful in her life. Her Gus was a man full of contradictions. Hard and unbending one minute, tender and loving the next.
She loved every part of him. And he was hers.
It took everything in Spike not to move once he was inside Reese’s body. All the training he’d had, all the discipline he’d learned in the Army. Every ounce of his willpower to give her time to adjust to his size. He was an asshole for not going slower. For not giving her a chance to get used to him in increments as he entered her.