My cock’s throbbing, aching to be free, but I want to take my time with her.
Guiding my lips back up to hers, I kiss her slowly, our tongues intertwining, allowing us to feel every pull and drag of our connection.
I pull her closer, as if she’s the only air I’ll ever need.
Her lips part as she whispers against mine, “I want you, Reed. Take me, please.”
I rest my forehead against hers, breathing her in.“If you want all of me,” I whisper, voice wrecked and honest, “you’ve got it, baby.”
Lifting her effortlessly, I give her ass a subtle squeeze as I carry her to the bedroom, laying her down on the rumpled sheets.
I watch her as she undresses completely, slipping off her pants and lace thong in one quick swoop, teasing me with her fingers as she rubs her clit in slow, sensual circles.
Swallowing hard, I make my way to her, covering her hand with mine, kissing her deeply, expressing my gratitude through touch.
Pulling back again, I admire her bare body; soft curves, smooth skin, her pussy already glistening with arousal as I part her thighs.
I pebble kisses along her throat, her tits, her tight stomach, before settling between her legs, my breath hot against her inner thigh. “I’m gonna taste you now, Layla,” I say, looking up to meet her gaze. “Is that okay?”
“Reed, wait,” she hesitates, running her fingers through my hair.
I’m just a breath away from her clit, drooling to get ataste, but I pull back, meeting her worried stare. “What is it, sunshine?”
“N—no one has ever gone down on me.”
What the fuck?
I stare at her, puzzled. What do you mean, a man hasn’t taken the time to pleasure her? Has her fiancé never done this?
I press a kiss to her lower abdomen, “Let me take care of you, baby.”
Her pulse jumps beneath my lips as I work my way lower, dragging my lips along the inside of her thigh.
She tastes faintly of honey, and I wouldn’t mind suffocating between her thighs.
A soft whimper escapes her as she slides her fingers through my hair, holding me there like she’s terrified I’ll change my mind.
“Easy, baby,” I murmur, kissing just above her sensitive spot. “I’m going to make you feel good.”
Her thighs tense around my shoulders as she draws a sharp breath.
Looking up at her, I meet her eyes over the curve of her body.
“You sure you trust me with this?” I ask.
“I trust you with everything.”
“If anything feels wrong, you tell me. We stop. No hesitation.”
She nods, breath shaking. “Yes… I promise.”
“Good girl,” I say before I can think better of it.
I press another kiss just above where her thighs meet, my breath a warm brush across her sensitive skin. My thumbs massage slow circles into her hips as I spread her open for me, watching her chest rise too fast.
She bites her lip, but I catch her chin, guiding her gazeback to mine. “No hiding from me,” I whisper. “I want to watch you enjoy this.”
She exhales, a light moan escaping past her lips.
