The world tilts a second before I feel my soft mattress as we sink onto the bed, our lips never separating. Not sure if it’s because this is all new or if he enjoys this the most, but kissing is definitely taking a priority in our lovemaking. I’ve never had someone want to kiss me so much, or for so long. Usually, that part ends when we get to the bed, sometimes even before the bedroom. Never questioned it before, but now I am. Reese really is like no other man.
He rolls us till I’m on top of him. He never moves his lips off mine, but I feel his fingers at my back, tugging down the zipper of my dress. I lift onto my knees a bit and undo the belt’s front clasp so he can unzip it all the way down. He doesn’t even pull my sleeves down before his nimble fingers move back up the gap left by my dress to my bra. He must have the world’s fastest hands, as my bra is undone before I can even register the shivers him touching my bare skin creates.
We might have bathed together, but there’s something about this that feels almost intimate. Like this is his first touch to my skin. His fingers brush over my back with ease. Nothing hinders him as he traces my spine with his fingertips. He doesn’t take it further at first, just enjoys the simple touch, his mouth still clamoring for attention. We’re devouring each other, but our hands are almost shy with how slow we go, memorizing the feel of everything beneath them.
We roll again, but as we do, his hands take on an aggression that has been missing till now. He pulls my dress, bra, and panties down. I’d kicked off my flats the second we got home, but if I hadn’t, I’m sure he would have taken those off all at once too. He’s not that much taller than me, but he seems to remove all my clothes with little bending, his lips never leaving mine. It’s only when he puts his weight back on me does he groan and give us space to breathe.
“Fuck, baby, I need to get my mouth on you.”
If I wasn’t just kissed into compliance, I might have sassed back that he already had. Instead, I nod and whimper out a “Please.”
He makes a path of kisses, starting at my lips. It’s not quick, and I moan into his mouth, amazed at what his tongue can do. He then travels to my jaw, my neck, biting the flesh and forcing cries of pleasure from me. When he gets to my tits, he goes extra slow, his tongue swirling around each nipple till they can cut glass. He doesn’t seem to want to stop, his hands gripping each breast as his tongue explores all of them.
I look down and find his eyes on me, watching me. Only then, when I lock gazes with him, does he take one of my nipples into his mouth and suck. Hard. My hips buck under him and he groans, though I’m not sure whether at the taste or my response. He does the same for the other nipple, taking as much as he can into his mouth.
I’ve got big boobs, no denying it, but never has anyone worshipped them like he is. And fuck if I never want him to stop. But I don’t get my wish, and I whimper in protest as he slides lower, continuing his path of kisses.
“Shhh, baby, I got you,” he murmurs between licks, nips, and kisses he places on my ribs, hips, and belly button, where he swirls that tongue of his again. I never knew be turned on at so many points till this man came into my life.
When he gets to my thighs, he pushes them wide, massaging each with his fingers, and the moan he pulls from me is how good it feels to have that part touched and the muscles worked, even after a few days since the mud run.
“I promise to give you a full massage later, baby, but I can’t wait anymore. You smell too damn good to wait.”
I barely understand what he’s saying till I feel him suck my clit into his mouth. I would have jackknifed off the bed if he weren’t holding my thighs down. He doesn’t seem bothered by the way my body seems to hump his head with each suck. He just moans, causing more vibration against my sensitive clit. I’m too close to stop it, and I come with a gasp for air.
My body falls against the bed, and he just gets closer to me, moving one hand to grab my waist, the other to reach up and tweak a nipple. All the while never stopping the sucking till I shudder a few times. Only then does he let go and bite my thighs. I hiss at the pain but find my hands in his hair, pulling him back to my center. He doesn’t deny me, and this time he licks me from ass to clit and back again.
The hand on my hip moves, and I swear he puts two fingers into me. I wither beneath him as he plays my body, twisting my nipple as he uses the other hand to pump into me. His tongue creates a tempo all of its own as it lashes against my sensitive clit. He curls his fingers, finding some sort of magic button inside me, and I explode again, this time crying out as I come.
He doesn’t seem to notice—or maybe he doesn’t care—that I’ve already come twice. But I can’t. I just can’t go on without him inside me. I need him.
“Reese… please. I need you. Please.”
I tug at his hair, but it only brings a moan out of him, and I hiss at the way it feels against my clit. My thighs clench together, gripping his head like a vise, and he groans once more.
“One more, baby. One more.” He looks up at me, maybe sensing my headshake, as I don’t know if I can take another unless it’s on his dick. “Please, baby, for me.”
How the fuck am I going to deny this man? Like, what woman in their right mind says, “No, I don’t want to come again from your mouth on me”? I would be kicked out of the sisterhood if I did that. So I nod, my voice no longer seeming to do anything but moan and groan in pleasure.
“That’s my girl.”
His words cause their own ripple of pleasure through me.
He smiles wide. “You like that? You like being called my girl?”
Another shudder racks my body. Not sure if it’s from his words or because he put three fingers inside me and is now thrusting deep and hard.
He rises up my body, his fingers still in my pussy as his other hand moves to the side to hold himself up. He gives my nipples the attention they deserve, but it’s short compared to what his mouth gave them earlier. Then he’s kissing along my jaw, biting on my earlobe.
“What if I call you mygoodgirl?”
His whisper has me moaning a second before he takes my mouth, plundering in and giving no chance for me to deny him access.
With the combination of his tongue, my taste, his words, and the thrust of his fingers, I’m a goner.
I scream into his mouth, and he takes it all. Every last drop.
And if I’m not careful, he’ll take my heart too.
