“Okay.” I step back out of his arms and hook my fingers into my panties. I watch him watch me slowly pull them down my legs and step out of them, leaving me standing in only my garter and stockings. If it’s even possible, he gets harder. My eyes bulge in my head as he sits down on the couch, pulling me toward him. Oh, God, he wants me on top? I slowly, almost hesitantly straddle his waist as he watches me, his eyes never leaving mine. I brace myself on my knees. “Umm, I’m not used to doing it this way. I don’t really know if I’ll be good at it like this.”
The corner of his mouth twitches. “You can’t be bad at it, love.” His big hands cup my breasts and begin to slowly knead them, my nipples scratching against his rough palms. Moving closer and relaxing down a bit, I gasp when he brushes up against me, rubbing me in the most perfect way imaginable. He moans softly. “See, whatever feels good for you will sure as hell feel good for me.”
“Oh. Oh, wow,” I groan as I move against him, up and down in my wetness as his hands slide down my sides and grip my hips. He controls my movements, not allowing me to speed up when I want to or hover over him to allow him to penetrate me. I grip his head between my hands and lock eyes with him as my body responds to his.
“Reese, I need you.”
“Mmmm, I love it when you say that.” He closes his eyes tightly, a low growl emanating from his throat before he opens them again. “Fuck, you feel incredible against me. Can you come this way?” He slowly trails kisses along my jaw.
I know I can. This feels almost as amazing as his mouth on me. He is unbelievably hard and I’m completely drenched. Plus, at this angle, our faces are inches apart and I can see just how much he’s enjoying this. Soft deep groans escape his slightly parted lips and his forehead is glistening with sweat.
I groan before I answer. “Yes, but I want you in me. Please, please let me fuck you.”
He moves in and pulls my bottom lip into his mouth, urgently swiping his tongue against mine. He tastes like me, like my orgasm, and it’s surprisingly hot. I moan and put everything I have into this kiss. I can’t get enough. His mouth can please every inch of my body, and I want to surrender to him completely. Shit, at this rate, I should just sign the rights to my body over to him now and be done with it. No other man will ever make me feel like this. My thighs shake against his and I move quicker, gliding up and down against his length, which is now soaked from me. My hands grip his head, tangling in his hair as my body begins to pulse against his.
“Please, I need you.”
As his one hand holds my hip tightly, his fingers digging into my skin, he positions himself under me and drives his hips up and into mine. We cry out together. He’s so deep in me this way, deeper than anything I have ever felt. “Reese.” I go to rock forward on him when his grip on me tightens.
“Shit, don’t move.” He closes his eyes and drops his head back onto the couch. I stare wide-eyed as his Adam’s apple rolls in his neck, the veins along the sides pulsing against his skin.
Oh, crap. What happened? “Is it okay? I mean, does it feel okay?” I’m suddenly wondering if I’m completely screwing this up and way the hell out of my element. But it’s a justified question. I really have no idea what I’m doing here.
He tilts his head up and looks at me curiously, brushing my hair behind my ear. “Is it okay? I’m struggling to not blow my load in you right now and you’re not even moving.” My eyes widen and I can’t contain my smile. I’m making him lose it. Yes! “Just give me a minute.”
“Okay, take your time.” I’m completely giddy as he resumes his position, closing his eyes and leaning his head back. I stay perfectly still on top of him, my hands slowly trailing down his neck to his shoulders. Molding my hands against him, I take this opportunity to feel his every muscle. I run my palms down his arms and back up again, softly massaging his biceps and triceps. Skating down his chest, I trace the lines of his abdominals, which are clenched tight and seem to firm up even more from my touch.
“That feels really good,” he says as he lifts his head and watches me.
“What? You in me or my hands on you?” I keep my eyes on him as I rub him, wanting to feel every inch of his skin underneath my hands. It feels amazing, touching him like this, feeling his body react to mine and seeing him relax from my contact.
His hand comes up to my face and he strokes along my jaw. “Both,” he replies, his green eyes burning into mine.
I wink at him as my fingers trail up his sides and back to his chest. “What does it feel like?”
“Being in you like this?” I nod and he continues. “Warm and really soft.” His eyes drop down between us and he stares at me. There. I swallow loudly. “It feels like I fit in you perfectly. Nothing has ever felt like this, for me anyway. Have you ever felt like this before?”
I stare at him, unable to blink as he studies my face. What did he mean by that? Was he just referring to the sex? Or did he mean just being with me? The two of us together? Shit. His question is fucking with my head. I’ve sure as hell never felt anything like this, in both ways. I’m drawn to this man. The undeniable tangible pull between us is electric. But I’m sure it’s one-sided. He’s just referring to the sex.