He wraps his arm around my waist, his other hand glides down my stomach. One finger teases my clit. “Let me hear you.”
“Please,” I moan, letting my head roll back.
His thrusts become frenzied, hurried. I know he’s close but he won’t let either of us come until I beg him for my own release.
“Please, let me . . . come. I need to come. Touch me.”
“Beth, yes.” Two fingers pulse against my clit, circling. His hips pound against my ass. “Fuck, fuck, do it. Come on my cock. Come all over me. God, I fucking need this.”
My orgasm builds between my hips, warming my body in that delicious heat, spreading down my spine and arching my back. His arm around my waist slides up my chest and his hand squeezes my throat.
“Oh, God, Reed,” I moan, shaking violently. “Reed . . . Reed.”
He makes filthy noises against my ear as he gives me his release. His pleasure spills into me, mine drips down my thighs. His hand around my neck loosens as he buries himself deep inside me and stills.
We’re both gasping, swaying on our knees.
“Beth,” he sighs, squeezing my breasts, kissing my shoulder. “Beth.”
I smile as my head rolls forward, loving the sound of my name. Loving all his sounds, every note of his voice.
The belt loosens and disappears from my skin. It hits the floor with a clink. We both tumble down onto the bed and Reed pulls me against his body, rubbing my arms, kissing the flush of my skin.
My phone beeps across the room. Reed grumbles against my neck.
“Sorry?” I ask, giggling when he holds me down, preventing me from standing.
He bends his head and sucks on my nipple. “Nothing. I didn’t want any interruptions, but if I don’t eat something soon and replenish my body, I might not be much use to you the rest of the day.” He releases me and rolls to his back. “My dick might also be broken.”
Laughing, I swat at him and climb out of bed. Reed follows suit and reaches for his boxers, stepping into them.
“You like eggs?” he asks. “I’m fucking starving.”
“I like eggs.” I reply, pulling up the new text on my phone.
Mia: Hey! No lunch today. Ben took off the rest of the week and we’re spending all day together. Xoxo
Good. That’s exactly what they need after all they’ve been through.
I watch Reed move toward the door. Stopping himself when he’s almost through it, he turns his head to look at me, bracing his hand on the wall.
“I just want to eat and fuck all day. You in?”
I don’t need to say anything.
His eyes drop to my smile, lingering there a moment before he breaks away shaking his head. He exits the room, mumbling two words under his breath, over and over.
“So fucked.”
Reed
ON MY BACK IN THE middle of my bed, I absentmindedly move my fingers through the ends of Beth’s hair as she lays still, sleeping. Half her body is sprawled on top of mine, while the other half is nestled against my side, leaving no space between us. I stare up at the ceiling as warm breath blows across my chest, as her heart knocks against my ribs.
A lot of women have slept in this bed, but not like this. They would stay on one side, and I’d stay on the other. I liked it that way. I’ve never been a contact sleeper, until I slept with Beth. She needs to have some part of her body touching mine at all times. Even if it’s just her hand on my hip, or her foot pressed against my calf. She seeks me out in the darkness when we unintentionally drift apart. It’s as if her body knows I’m here even when her mind is quiet. I’m a light sleeper. I always have been. The second I feel her flesh, I’m stirred awake, pulling her against me, never satisfied with just a piece of Beth. And fuck me, if she doesn’t smile in her sleep when I do it.
Always giving me that smile.
Groaning, she shifts her body against mine, raising her head to peer up at me through the dark strands hanging in her eyes.
“Hey.” I push her hair out of her face, my hand lingering on her cheek. “Go back to sleep.”
She looks at the clock on my night stand, her eyes widening. “Oh my God, Reed. It’s almost three o’clock. We need to get up and do something.”
“We’ve been doing a lot of something,” I tease. Her cheek lifts against my hand. “If you’d like to change locations again, I think there’s still a surface in this house I haven’t pinned you up against. I’m willing to explore that.”
She blushes instantly. I fucking love that I do that to her.
Wiggling out of my arms, she scoots to the end of the bed. “You’re crazy.”
I grab her waist, pulling her back down and pinning her underneath me. She squirms, laughing against my neck. I lock her wrists above her head with one of my hands while the other palms her breast. My lips brush against hers, my tongue wetting her skin.
“It’s Saturday, and the only thing I plan on doing today is you. I’m making up for lost time.”
“Oh,” she moans, rolling her head to the side as I kiss along her neck. Her body tightens up again. “Wait, what lost time?”