Page 45 of Kiss Me Forever

He shoved off his pants, taking his boxer briefs with them, and his cock sprung free, hitting his belly, leaving a trail of pre-cum.

My eyes widened at the length of him, and I licked my lips.

“Reece,” I whispered.

“What? You’re the one with your hood pierced,” he said, leaning down to flick the piercing at the hood over my clit.

“If you keep tugging on that, I’m going to come for a third time,” I moaned.

“Good. I’m clean,” he said suddenly. “And I don’t have a fucking condom.”

My eyes widened, and I realized that in this moment we could stop. Him with his hand gripping the base of his cock, the piercing at the end of his dick glistening underneath the light. The hoop matched the hoops in his nipples, and I swallowed hard.

“I can’t… I can’t get pregnant.”

I didn’t elaborate, now wasn’t the time, and an odd expression covered Reece’s face. But he leaned forward and took my mouth with his.

When he pulled back, panting, I tried to catch my breath. “Does that mean I can have you bare? I do realize that even using condoms, it doesn’t always work, Bella is evidence of that. But if you want, I can stop.”

I shook my head and let him wipe a tear from my cheek. “I want you. In me. And now. There’s no risk. I’m clean, but I can’t get pregnant.”

He nodded. “I’m clean too. I’ll take good care of you,” he whispered, and in that moment, I knew he meant more than just his touch.

So when I spread my legs for him, and he settled between them, I swallowed hard and kept my eyes on him. He teased me at first, gliding his cock between my folds, both of us groaning, and then he slid into me, inch by inch.

“Reece,” I moaned.

“That’s it, take me. You’re so fucking tight, Brooklyn. And you’re going to take me—all of me. Do you see me? Look at my dick. Look at your cunt taking me. Look.”

I did as he ordered, my breath coming in pants, as he shifted in and out of me, slowly at first, and then he was seated deep inside of me, stretching me to the point of pain but bliss simultaneously.

“That’s it, that’s my Brooklyn.”

He kissed me again, and then he began to move.

Slowly at first, then harder and faster until we couldn’t breathe and couldn’t think. And when he shifted, so I was on top, riding him, he played with my nipples, and I did the same to his. A smile curved my lips, and then I was coming again, before Reece pushed me to my back again, one hand around my neck, the other on my hip, and thrust into me harder and faster. And when he came, filling me, his mouth was on mine, and I wrapped my legs and arms around him, needing him more than I could say.

And afterward, both of us panting, he kissed me softly and wiped away my tears before he pulled out of me.

“We need to head back home soon, but first, let me take care of you.”

I sat up in bed, feeling oddly bare as I pulled the sheet up to cover myself.

“It’s okay.”

“We can talk tomorrow. But tonight, let me just take care of you.”

He kept repeating that, as if he didn’t know what else to say. And frankly, I didn’t blame him. Instead, I let him carry me to the bathroom where he filled the tub with hot water and bubbles, and moved me inside. I already ached between my legs, but here he was, caring for me. And when he shifted behind me, surprising me, I leaned back against him, his cock already hard against my back. He cupped my breasts, and held me close, and in that moment, I broke down.

“There you go. I was waiting for that.” He kissed my temple.

“I’m sorry.”

“It’s okay. I’m your first since…”

He didn’t elaborate, and I was grateful.

Because for some reason Reece Fox understood. He always did.