God.
His words turned her on even more.
“I’m so obsessed with you,” he murmured, seemingly to himself. “You’re all I think about, all I want.” His voice was like an aphrodisiac, one that had her pressing her breasts against his chest harder and silently pleading for more.
He gripped her ass and squeezed the mounds. A moan slipped from her as his fingers dug between the crease of her bottom and curled inward.
He growled. “You’re mine. Only mine.” When he gripped the edge of her shirt and slowly dragged it up her body, it was torture all in itself.
When he tossed the shirt to the side, she went for her jeans, popping the button and pulling the zipper down. The sound was so loud in the small confines of her room, intensifying and heightening everything.
And then Keira stood in nothing but her plain white bra and panties, wishing she had undergarments that were more appealing than what she currently owned.
But the way he looked her up and down made it clear he liked what he saw just fine.
“God, you are so fucking gorgeous, Keira.” He lifted a hand and ran it over his jaw, breathing out when he let his arm fall back to his side.
She liked the way he looked at her and loved the things he said. He made her feel alive in a way that wasn’t her inhaling, wasn’t her heart beating. It went deeper than anything she could ever imagine.
She wanted to be beneath him, on top of him, and any other way he saw fit.
“Reese.” His name was this harsh groan from her. She reached out for his shirt, tugged on the edge, and he helped her by tearing it off over his head and tossing it aside.
This was the first time she had an unobstructed view of his chest, and God what a beautiful chest it was. Even in the darkness, she could make out the individual lines and shapes of his lean strength.
Hard, defined muscle over smooth, hairless skin.
“I want to go slow, baby. I really do, but if you keep looking at me like that, I won’t be able to control myself.”
She didn’t want him to control himself.
Tearing her focus away from his rippling abs and pecs, Keira looked into his face. Shadows hid him partially, but she could still see his eyes, and what she saw in them had her reaching behind her and unhooking her bra before letting it fall to the ground. While keeping eye contact, she hooked her thumbs under the elastic of her panties and pushed them down her thighs.
The air was cold, and her nipples hardened further. But it wasn’t the chill in the room that had her body reacting like this. It was the way he watched her, like he was starving and he wanted to devour her.
He smoothed his hand over his mouth again, his eyes roaming over every exposed inch of her.
“Keira,” he all but moaned her name. “Even in my fucking fantasies, I never envisioned you looking this good.”
He quickly undid his belt and popped the button free on his jeans before sliding the zipper down. He took his boxer briefs down with his pants, and then he was standing before her. He was all hard, aroused, naked male flesh.
Looking her fill sounded like a good idea, especially when her gaze went lower until she was staring at the massive length standing hard and at attention between his thighs.
“Come here, baby.” He wrapped one arm around her waist and pulled her forward before she could obey. He then slipped his other hand through her hair, tilting her head back so her throat was bared.
His eyes bored into hers with so much intensity it felt like an extra set of hands moving over her entire body.
“I won’t let anyone else have you. Ever.” His declaration was fierce and strong and left no room for her to deny he meant just that.
He turned them and took her down to the bed at the same time he pressed open-mouthed kisses along the column of her throat. The sheets felt ice-cold against her back, or maybe her flesh was just overheated. Either way, it was sensory overload, and she moaned.
Keira spread her thighs wide so Reese could fit between them. An involuntary gasp left her when his cock pressed against her slick folds.
“Fuck, baby.” He panted against her chest, right above her breasts, and her nipples tingled from the close proximity. “You’re so fucking wet and hot.” He pulled back just slightly so he could look in her face. “I want to taste you, Keira. Will you let me? Will you let me kiss you right here,” he asked and slid a finger along her soaking slit.
She jerked from the touch. “I’ve never had anyone touch me like this, Reese,” she whispered.
His nostrils flared and he groaned.
Her mind was on hiatus, and her body was now running the show.
“I want to hear you say it.” He was slowly moving his lips down her chest, the warm little puffs of air from his mouth heating her flesh, causing the blood to rush to the surface. Her back arched on its own when he latched his lips around her aching nipple, and she involuntarily reached out to dig her fingers into his dark, short hair, keeping him in place.
Over and over, he tormented her body, alternating between breasts and sucking at her nipples so hard the pain and pleasure morphed into one.
“Ask me for my mouth on your sweet pussy.” His words were dirty, filthy, but they fueled her on, and she found herself lifting her hips and crying out.
“Please, Reese.” He moved down then and poised an inch from her pussy, his warm breath doing sensual things to the most intimate part of her. “I want your mouth there.”
And then his face was right between her thighs, his tongue sliding through her slit. A sound of pleasure and surprise left her.
“Christ, you taste incredible.” His words were murmured against her heated, over-sensitive, and wet flesh, sending vibrations to her core. He licked her from the opening of her pussy to her clit then slid his tongue back down again. He repeated this action until she squirmed beneath him, her climax approaching swiftly.
“Reese!” she cried out. “Oh. God.” In a move so quick all she could do was gasp, Reese had her clit in his mouth and a finger pressed gently into her body.
He sucked harder and faster than she could comprehend. And then she exploded for him.
Ecstasy washed through her, stealing her breath, her pulse, her very sanity. He didn’t stop, wouldn’t stop, even after she pleaded, begged, told him she was far too sensitive for any more.
Legs shaking, heart racing, and sweat beading her brow, Keira finally felt him move up her body. He claimed her mouth, and she tasted herself on his lips and tongue. She gripped his hair and opened her mouth wider, needing him deeper. His flavor mingled with hers, creating a plethora of sensations that burst along her tongue.
Lifting her hips and grinding her still sensitive pussy on his cock, nervousness slammed into her when he reached between their bodies and placed the tip of himself at her entrance.
She stiffened, not from fear but from anticipation.
“God,” he groaned. “If I died right now, I’d already know what heaven feels like.”
Her breath hitched, and she kissed him again, over and over until they were both breathless and mindless with their desire.
27
“I want to go slow, but fuck, I’m crazy in my need for you, Keira.”
She slid her hands to his shoulders, gripping the steely muscles. Maybe it was her nerves, or maybe it was her need to feel comfort at that moment, but she asked, “Have you…?” Keira closed her eyes and took a deep breath. Her face flamed, and she wished she’d kept her mouth shut.