He smirks down at me. “You’ll admit it before I’m done with you. That’s a promise.”
A ball of fear grows in my chest. He wants me to admit it? Why? Is it for his own ego? Does he just like to know how quickly and deeply he can make a sensible woman turn against her better judgment? Or does he want me to admit it because he wants it too? God, I can’t believe how far he already has me over the edge. Now I’m about to sleep with him for the third time and I’m clinging to the hope that he wants to marry me? I must be losing it.
His hands snap me out of my thoughts. Big, strong, calloused hands exploring my body reverently. The heavy, fast hunger of our kisses seems to have subsided. Now he moves his hands and eyes over me inch by inch, as if in wonder. His touch leaves a wake of tingling pleasure behind, and his eyes burn hot paths across my skin, heightening my arousal with every passing second.
He presses my legs apart and I can feel the cool air against my hot opening. I’m embarrassed by how wet I already am for him. More wet than I’ve ever been. Hotter than I’ve ever been. My core clenches with need, clit throbbing and aching for friction. For release.
He doesn’t make me wait.
He slides a hand up my inner thigh and finds the heat of my core, spreading my wetness until his fingers glide effortlessly across me. Within seconds, I realize he’s not just good with his hands. He’s a master. I can’t even tell exactly what’s he’s doing, but it feels like heaven. Somehow he’s simultaneously curling two fingers against my G-spot and circling my clit with his thumb and forefinger.
I’ve never found being fingered very appealing because guys before him always managed to make it seem like they were digging for spare change. Reid couldn’t be more different. His fingers are magic. Not even a minute into his attentions, and I feel the building pressure of release threatening to come at any moment. I push it back, not wanting him to see how quickly he can bring me to climax.
He kisses a hot path up my chest, neck, behind my ear, and finally to my waiting lips. All the while his fingers move blindingly against me, drawing more pleasure from me than I knew I was capable of feeling. The weight of his body on top of me feels good. Comforting. Protective. I claw my fingers into his hard back, probably leaving red lines, but not caring.
“You’re so good,” I groan into his neck.
“You like having your fiancé’s fingers in your pussy?” he asks through gritted teeth.
My fiancé. Why does it sound less like a game now when he says it? Why is he dangling it in front of me? And why the hell is the idea so tantalizing?
“Yes,” I say. “God. Yes.”
He pulls his hand away from me, leaving me feeling empty and hollow in his absence. My entire body is on overdrive. My skin tingles from head to toe. My core is throbbing, almost physically hurting from how badly I need it to be filled by him. Reid moves me with confident hands, positioning me so I’m straddling his face as he lays on his back. I don’t even spare a thought of embarrassment for having my ass right in his face.
With most guys, I would worry they might spot some imperfection in my most private places and be turned off. With Reid? He’s a different creature entirely. I can’t explain how I know it, but there’s no shame with a man like Reid. There’s no hiding. He consumes. He devours. And right now, he wants me. There’s no imperfection in his eyes. I’m the object of his desire. Knowing that give me such a sense of freedom and arousal. It’s like nothing I’ve ever felt. I can be free with him. Here. Now. I can be myself, I can let go. I can surrender, for once.
I get my first real look at his cock and I actually put a hand to my mouth in shock. “Oh my God,” I say.
Reid responds by gripping my hips and pulling me down so I’m sitting on his face. His tongue and mouth are just as talented as his fingers, maybe more so. I gasp, falling forward, right above his cock. I grip it at the base, marveling at how thick and big it is. I was too drunk to remember our first time, and I barely got a glimpse of his cock the second time. Now I’m not surprised I was a little sore the following day.
I’ve never really been aroused by the idea of giving a blowjob, but like everything else, it’s different with Reid. Even though his tongue is doing sinful things between my legs, making me weak, I want nothing more than to take his cock as far into my mouth as I can. My hands feel so small around it as I start stroking, resting my elbows on his hard stomach and using both hands to stroke its length. I love how he shudders at my touch. When I kiss a slow path from the base of his cock to the head, he sucks in a quick breath, tongue motionless inside me until I plunge the velvety head of his cock inside my mouth, swirling my tongue around the sensitive rim.
He grunts something into my pussy, but I can’t make it out.
My attention shifts between the explosion of pleasure between my legs and the job of pleasing him as well as I can. I work my hands up and down his cock, sucking, kissing, and moving my lips across him. I lose myself in the motions, focusing more and more of my attention on holding back the climax begging to crash over me. I hold it back just to prove I can. I may be turned on by the idea of surrendering to him and letting him do what he wants with me, but I want to prove I can hold my own with him as well.
“Fuck,” he says breathlessly, pulling away from me. “On your knees, sweetheart. I’m going to fill you so fucking deep you’ll feel it for weeks.”
I obey, moving off of him and settle on my knees, waiting for him to fill me.
He moves behind me, sighing deeply. “You’re so fucking sexy. You know that? I could look at that ass all night.”
“You better hurry up and fuck me,” I say over my shoulder. “I need you inside me. Now.”
My words light something hot and fiery in his eyes. He bites his lip, smirking as he grips me tight by the hips. He thrusts into me in one smooth motion, driving his cock inside me to the hilt. I gasp, trying to arch my back, but his strong hand presses the small of my back down, forcing me to stay relaxed. His other hand still grips my hip tightly as he starts to find a rhythm inside me.
“Fuck,” he groans. “Why are we pretending?”
“What?” I ask as his hips slap against my ass again and again, rocking me forward with each impact. My vision is blurring from the pleasure and I can barely hold myself up on my arms.
“To be, ugh,” he pauses, holding himself deep inside me and splaying his hand across the smooth skin of my back before slapping my ass hard enough to make me yelp. “To be engaged,” he finishes. “Just fucking marry me for real.”