“How about I make you come, instead?”
I groaned again, and he snickered, trailing his hands down until they bunched at the hem of my untucked shirt.
“Arms up,” he commanded, and I obeyed, breaking our kiss long enough for him to strip me free of the fabric before I fastened my lips to his again. Chills cascaded down every inch of my body like a hot waterfall, and my own hands mirrored his as I reached for the buttons of his dress shirt, trembling as I unfastened each one.
It was a slow dance — our lips tasting as our hands stumbled over the steps. He led, and I followed, trusting him to guide me on that dance floor of his bedroom. With each article of clothing we discarded, my heart raced more, and I grew more and more lightheaded with each new sliver of skin exposed.
When he was in his boxer briefs and I in nothing but my panties and matching bra, Reese broke away from our kiss, his hands skating up to my shoulders. He swallowed, gaze following his touch as he slipped his fingers under the straps of my bra. I closed my eyes at the sensation of his fingertips skating the sensitive skin, and when he unhooked the prongs at the back, slipping the fabric forward until there was nothing between my chest and his, I couldn’t open my eyes.
“Sarah,” Reese breathed. “Are you okay?”
I nodded. “Mm-hmm.”
He pulled me into him, his warm chest pressing against mine, and I gasped at the feel of his skin against my hardened nipples. It sent another sharp wave of energy right between my legs, and every inch of me swarmed with want, with need.
“You are so beautiful,” he whispered.
I creaked one eye open before the other, casting my gaze up at him. But his eyes were closed, his head bent, chest rising and falling rapidly with each breath. He was nervous just like I was, and just as he promised, I knew he was cherishing every moment.
My hands slipped between us, settling on his hips — which were somehow just as hard as every other muscle that lined his god-like body. The tips of my fingers curled under the band of his briefs, and he sucked in a breath, chills breaking at my touch. I stepped backward, slowly, kissing his neck and chest with each step before the backs of my knees hit his bed. I paused, bringing my gaze to meet his as my hands slipped between the fabric of his briefs and his hard, muscular ass.
Reese rolled his lips together at the feel of me touching him, and when I kept sliding my hands down, down, taking his briefs with me, his Adam’s apple bobbed hard in his throat. He didn’t move to help me, to strip himself free of the briefs, but instead, watched me as I slowly undressed him, like he couldn’t believe it was actually happening.
Like he couldn’t believe I was his.
His briefs fell to the floor once I slid them over his thighs, and his impressive erection sprang forward, making my heart stop altogether as I took in the size of him.
I swallowed.
“Reese,” I whispered, trailing my fingertips over his lower abdomen. He shivered under the touch, hands framing my arms in lieu of an answer. “Can I taste you?”
He growled, head falling back before he met my eyes again. “You don’t have to.”
“I want to,” I said, and I edged myself off the bed, pushing him back just far enough for me to lower to my knees.
When I did, another longing breath left his chest, and his hands reached for me, touching my chin, my cheeks, my ears. I waited, wondering if he would stop me. But when he didn’t, when my hand wrapped around him tentatively, feeling the smooth, velvet-like skin of his member, I took it as the permission I wanted.
I lowered my lips, pressing them to his wet tip before slowly opening them, pulling him in, tasting him with my tongue. I glanced up at him when the tip of him was in my mouth, and our eyes met only for a brief moment before he groaned, closing his eyes and letting his head fall back.
I had no idea what to do, how to touch him, how to take him inside my throat. But I felt my way through it, sliding the base of my tongue over the strained muscle, tracing each vein before I swallowed him whole. He was too big to fit all the way in, but he moaned at the sensation, anyway — encouraging me to press on, to take in more, to lick and taste and feel.
This man, so strong and hard and scarred, had made me feel pleasure I never knew existed.
I wanted to do the same for him.
I brought one hand up under my mouth, closing it around the lower part of his shaft that my mouth couldn’t reach. I sucked, fastening my mouth to the edge of my hand, and when I moved them in sync, Reese growled, legs trembling before his hands reached for my elbows and tugged me back up to my feet.
I released him with a pop, mouth still hanging open once I was on my feet and his lips fastened over mine again. He inhaled that kiss, pulling me into him like I was going to be the death of him if he let me stay on my knees even one moment longer.
This was what I loved most about Reese, about us together — that indescribable, undeniable energy that existed since the very first moment his eyes found mine across a dark and crowded restaurant. It was too powerful to resist, too intense to deny.
We were tied together before we even knew the other one existed, and all this time, we were just walking, searching, looking for something we couldn’t place or name or identify. It was a feeling, a hope that should have died in both of us long ago, but was reborn the minute we found each other.
Nothing about us made sense, and yet, there was no other possibility.
It was me and him and us. It just was. And it always would be.
Reese must have felt it, too — that energy — because he lowered his forehead to mine, stealing a breath between our kisses as his arms trembled under my hands. He blinked his eyes opening, finding mine before he gently walked me back to the bed, his hand catching my head before it hit the pillow. And when he settled between my legs, the heat of him pressed against the heat of me, only the thin fabric of my panties separating us, we both let out a shaky sigh.
His lips were slow and purposeful, peppering me with long, tender, sweet kisses as he trailed himself down the length of my body. He paused to suck each of my nipples, making me writhe beneath him as the shocking sensation shot through me with each bite. He smiled, trailing his lips down lower, lower, a kiss to my navel, my left hip, my right hip, each inner thigh, and then, softly, right at the center of my panties.
I gasped, arching off the bed, and Reese took the opportunity to fold his fingers over the lace straps. I lifted my hips as he pulled, sliding my panties over my ass, my thighs, my knees. He freed them of one ankle and then the other, letting them fall somewhere behind him before he settled between my legs. His emerald eyes cast up at me, and he kissed each thigh again, working slowly toward where I wanted his lips the most.
With each kiss, I writhed and squirmed. With each touch of his hot breath against my skin, I sighed and moaned. And when his tongue snaked out, touching my clit with a feather-like pressure before it was gone again, my hands shot up against the headboard, desperate for the friction he denied me.
Reese chuckled, licking the inside of my thigh. “So impatient.”
I didn’t respond. Words were lost to me, along with the rest of the world, and when he finally lowered his mouth to my clit again, I surrendered to the pull into the vast, endless universe.
The nerves that bundled at that sensitive peak sparked to life with each sweep of his tongue, and the silence I’d fallen under was broken by unabashed moans. Reese slipped his hands beneath me, grabbing my ass and pulling me into him as he devoured me. He tasted me with the flat of his tongue, groaning as if it was him getting closer and closer to climax. But when he tensed his tongue, teasing my clit with the tip of it as he circled and jagged, I fisted my hands in the sheets and pulled. I needed something to hold, something to fasten myself to so I wouldn’t float away.