“I can feel you’re about to come, how fucking tight you are around my fingers.”
Reagan was close, so close, that his words were like a spark on the never-ending flame, making her burn hotter as the orgasm nearly overtook her.
“Is that what you want?” he asked, smiling even as she fought to catch her breath. “Do you want me to let you come before I fuck you?”
“Yes, please,” she responded.
She wasn’t above begging, not with him—not when it felt like he was the only man that could ever make her orgasm.
“Then let me have it,” he said and kissed her again, swallowing her cry as he twisted his fingers igniting her orgasm, robbing her of breath.
She was helpless not to obey, lost in the wave that had swept her under. He didn’t give her time to come down, sweeping her up instead, carrying and dropping her down onto the bed that had already been stripped of its comforter.
Now, as he kneeled between her spread thighs, his fingers at the button of his jeans, he eased it free. Then they were unzipped and he was shoving the denim down his legs, taking the boxer-briefs he wore with them, and finally, she had her first look at the cock he was finally fisting.
She was only allowed the view a short time before he was digging a condom out, fitting the latex around his length. Long strokes kept her attention focused on the one part of him she desperately wanted at that moment.
He wasn’t even inside her yet and she felt like she was about to burst. His hand was between them, keeping hold of his cock as he tilted his hips, rubbing the head directly across her clit, making her nails dig into his shoulders.
“Are you wet enough to take me?” He asked at her ear, even as he felt the evidence with each shift of his hand. But he wanted an answer from her, practically demanded it. It wasn’t just the firm slide of him against her, but the way the question had fell from his lips, the heated tone as though this affected him just as much as it did her.
He was teasing, only offering just enough to friction to keep her mindless, but not enough that she was racing towards the edge. It wasn’t until he angled his hips back, and he circled her entrance, his gaze glued down at the action.
For just a second, he seemed content in teasing her this way, until he found purchase and thrust in, catching her off guard as she gasped, his name spilling from her lips.
He was big, bigger than she had expected despite the rather in-depth way she had handled him moments earlier.
And as her body adjusted to his fullness, a slight tremor worked its way through his body, and she felt, rather than heard the low growl that swept through him.
Gentle, he had said.
But as he drew back, nearly pulling all the way out of her, she knew almost immediately that whatever gentleness was in him was long gone.
Because when he thrust back in, his grip on her was stronger, his need a little more at the forefront as he throbbed inside of her.
He gave a few more measured thrusts, giving her time to adjust, and the more she did, the better it felt, like he was rubbing over every last nerve ending in her pussy.
“That’s it,” he murmured in a heated rush, “open up for me.”
It drove her insane, the way he kept careful control of himself even as she was writhing beneath him, trying to get more of anything. His hands. His lips. His cock. She just wanted more.
And it didn’t take long before he read into her silent demand. Then he was fucking her harder, his fingers digging into her skin as he tilted her hips to take him better, making the jagged slide that much more mind scrambling.
His lips found her ear once more, dark, heady, sensual words whispering from them. She was floating high, drunk off every bit of him.
And before she could get used to that, he stopped.
Pulling out, he flipped her over, drawing her up to her knees in one fluid move, fitting her ass in the cradle of his body. Her hands fisted the sheets, helpless to do anything more than give in to what he wanted.
But as quickly as he had left her, he was shoving right back in, taking her breath away.
Reagan didn’t think she could come again, even as Niklaus was trying to force another out of her with the incessant swap of his fingers. It was there, hovering just out of reach, until she looked up and caught their reflections in the dresser mirror.
Her eyes were wild, frenzied, her hair a mess as Niklaus sifted his fingers through it, but it was him that made a tremor overwhelm her…the way his eyes were screwed shut, that intense look of concentration as he fucked into her with abandon, chasing after his own pleasure.
It was the sight of him like that made her tip over the edge, the orgasm he’d been trying to dig out of her swallowing her whole as she fought for breath, crying out his name.
Finally, he gave one last harsh thrust, her name and a curse muttered into the back of her neck as he held her close, his chest heaving against her back.