He replaced his tongue with two fingers, rapidly rubbing over the sensitive bundle of nerves as he sucked at her lips and bit her inner thigh. The sheen of sweat now covering her body and the scent of her arousal hanging thick in the air confirmed his oral talents. He was driving her batshit insane and enjoying every second of it.
She released the comforter in favor of stimulating her nipples and squeezing her breasts. She’d always been too self-conscious to play with herself before, but the urge to touch them was too great. The tweaks she gave her nipples zinged straight to her center, and the tension in her belly tightened more and more.
Lucie’s vision became unfocused, but she heard Reid growl ,“Fucking beautiful” as he moved back up and entered her body just as she reached that edge and then shot past it.
Unable to help herself, she screamed and arched against him as her insides imploded and bore down on the massive erection now blessedly filling her to capacity. He groaned against her neck and tightened his arms around her as her channel continued to spasm and wave after wave of tingly vibrations spread through her body to the tips of her toes and the roots of her hair.
“Goddamn, you feel amazing.”
She would’ve agreed, but even the simplest speech seemed beyond her. As she came back to herself, wrapped in a euphoria she’d never known existed, Reid’s mouth captured hers in a sweet, languid kiss.
Losing herself in the heady post-climax fog and the sensual dance of their tongues, her body jerked in response when he began to withdraw, the thickness of his shaft rubbing along the sensitive walls of her sex.
Once he was almost fully unseated, he pressed back in, slow and deliberate, until she’d taken all of him again. She gasped and arched her head back, breaking the kiss. The sensations were too much, too soon. She’d never survive.
She placed her hands on his shoulders and pushed with the strength of a baby bird, her eyes begging with him. “Reid, I can’t…”
“Shh,” he said against her lips. “Yes, you can.” He pulled her hands away, entwined their fingers, and held them down just above her head as he withdrew again. Holding himself still at her entrance, he whispered, “Trust me.”
It wasn’t a statement of arrogance, or even a request. Staring into the fathomless depths of his light eyes, Lucie realized it was a plea. It said, Trust me to pleasure you. Trust me to take care of you. And dare she hope, Trust me to love you.
“I trust you.”
His lips crushed her in a molten kiss as he drove himself to the hilt. She had a fleeting thought that this must be the very definition of pleasure-pain, wanting to push him away and claw him closer all at the same time.
But it only took moments before ecstasy had her firmly in its grasp and all that mattered was the exquisite feel of him moving steadily inside her, completing her as nothing else could.
Time stood still, the turning of the world ceasing in deference to their love making so it could last forever. Their bodies, slick with sweat, moved as one, as fluid as the rolling swells of the ocean tide.
His torturous, unhurried pace finally broke, his hips driving faster, their breaths growing shorter. Soon the familiar tension began to gather deep in her center, growing and spreading with every thrust of his cock until his passion consumed her, owned her.
Unbelievably she came yet again, his name spilling from her lips. But whereas the last one had pulsed with fierce intensity, this one carried her into a perfect oblivion on a seemingly endless current.
“God…Lucie,” he cried, his muscles tensing and quivering with his release. And as he poured himself into her body, she imagined him pouring his love into her heart as well.
Chapter Seventeen
Reid held a sleeping Lucie against his body and willed himself to remember every detail. How she fit perfectly in the crook of his shoulder. How, in the middle of the night, she hiked her leg all the way over his hips as though she was afraid he’d somehow escape if she didn’t. The way her hair draped over his arm and her hand rested lightly over his heart.
They’d made love and talked for hours last night, exploring each other in ways he’d never done with anyone else. Even after realizing he loved her he’d known his time with her was limited, but he decided to let his fantasy play out in the shadows of the night. He’d wanted to stay awake, to take advantage of every second he had with her, but eventually they fell asleep in the early predawn hours. Now the morning sun streamed through the bedroom window, chasing away the fantasy and leaving him with the ugliness of reality.
“Hey there.”
The scratchy sound of her morning voice made his heart skip a beat. But when she lifted her head from his chest with an impish smile, it might have stopped altogether.
She rested her chin on the top of her hand and seemed content to watch him. Those long, spiky lashes hung at half-mast and her lips were swollen from sleep, or maybe still from his kisses and bites mere hours ago. Her dark hair was tousled and even looked snarled in some places, but it framed her face beautifully.