Page 58 of Reckoning

Meyer

She didn’t hesitate, stepping backward but dragging me with her until she hit the mattress and sat down hard. I broke away from her kiss to push her back, keeping my eyes on her as I flipped open the button of her jeans and pulled down the zipper. Her chest and belly heaved with her breath, pupils wide in the darkening room as I slid my fingers underneath her panties and pulled them away with her jeans, leaving her naked from the waist down on my bed.

“Scoot back a little more,” I urged, sliding one hand beneath her shoulders to help her move up enough that I could crawl between her legs. “Spread your legs.”

“What are you going to do?”

“Don’t get cold feet on me now.” I put my palm flat against her stomach and crawled my fingers up beneath her shirt, then dragged it back down to the small patch of brown hair between her legs. “This is how I fix you.”

She put her hands over her face, neck flushing red, but bent her knees a little and let her legs drift apart until she was spread open before me.

“Christ,” I muttered, sliding onto my stomach and coming just inches from her pussy. “This is better than I imagined.”

“You spend a lot of time thinking about my vagina?”

Seriously? She’s going to give me lip now? “More than you could imagine.” Her flesh was the perfect shade of pink, glistening with arousal and growing even wetter the longer I stared. I reached forward with one finger and stroked just outside that wet space. She twitched, then sighed as I flattened my palm against her inner thigh and pushed her open wider. “But I could never quite imagine what you would taste like.”

One of her legs shifted as she began to breathe harder. “What if I don’t want you to—”

I shifted forward and licked her before she could finish, and one hand flew away from her face to grab my hair. But far from pushing me away, she pulled me closer against her flesh, and I had to grab one of her legs for leverage. “What were you saying about not wanting …?”

“Just shut up and eat it,” she gasped, and I obliged. My mouth watered as the taste of her exploded on my tongue, and I wanted more, every last drop she had to give me. I sucked her clit between my teeth and nibbled gently, causing her to buck her hips forward against my mouth.

“Fuck.” She gasped. “Fuck, that’s good.”

“Do you believe me now?” I bit the inside of her thigh. “That I know every inch of your body better than you?”

Her only answer was to moan as I entered her with my tongue, exploring her inner walls briefly before returning to her clit and attacking it with everything I had. I rubbed my face back and forth, stroking her sensitive skin with my stubble as she gave me even more of her sweet taste. Rising to my knees, I hooked my hands under her ass to raise her up to me, loving the way she fell back, hands dropping from my hair, a helpless doll amid the blankets as I ravaged her with my tongue.

“You look perfect,” I praised before returning to her pussy. I didn’t want to leave her for too long. I could tell she was close, could taste the change in her, could feel the muscle spasming against my chin. “Come for me. Come on my face.” My voice was muffled against her skin.

“I won’t,” she moaned, twisting just a little before I righted her once more. God, she was such a fucking tease.

“You will,” I said, “or I’ll chain you to this bed and lick you until you do. Neither of us is leaving this room until you scream for me.” She knew I meant it. I’d made the same promise once before and stolen an orgasm from her while we stood at odds in the woods. When I saw the scratches left on her back from the tree, I had excused myself to masturbate in the bathroom, so turned on by the visual reminder of what I had done to her. And now was even better because we were finally on the same page, and I was barer before her than I ever had been before.

We dropped back to the mattress as I moved one hand between us, pushing two fingers inside her tight pussy and twitching against her G-spot. “You’re so soft,” I whispered. “I want to know what this feels like around my dick.”

And then she lost it.

Her hands landed in my hair again, pulling me tight against her while her sweet cream filled my mouth, and I bore down on her even harder, intent on getting every last ounce. Her pussy clamped tight around my fingers, pulsing, begging me to empty into her just as she was emptying onto me. My length pressed painfully against my zipper, but I didn’t care. I was too intent on the sounds she made and the taste inundating my mouth. I grabbed her breast with my free hand and squeezed, wanting to hold her through it all.

Eventually, her fingers loosened in my hair. I kissed the inside of her thigh as I pulled my fingers from inside her and spread her arousal across her skin. Crawling up her body, I didn’t stop until I covered every inch of her. I expected her to duck away when I kissed her, but she lifted her head to meet me, then sank into the mattress as I pressed her down. Having her beneath me was almost more than I could bear, and my hips sank against her, seeking relief for my aching cock.

“You can,” she moaned, thrusting into me and sending every last rational thought from my brain. “If you need …”

“I do need.” But I couldn’t stop touching her. I cradled her head with one hand while the other went to the button of my jeans, shoving aside the fabric and pulling out my cock. I pressed against the hot, wet flesh between her legs, leaking precum all over her.

“Don’t fuck me,” she said. “I’m not giving you that.”

God, she was going to kill me. “Whatever you say.” I sat up, forcing our mouths apart to look down at her as I yanked her legs around my hips so that I was pressed between her pussy lips but not inside her. I rocked forward, sliding between her pink flesh with ease. She moaned and pressed her head back, eyes closed, already on the edge once more.

“Come on my dick,” I urged, grabbing her hips and helping her slide up and down my length. “I want you on every inch of me. So anyone coming within a mile of us can smell that you’re mine.” I’d never felt so unhinged, so lost in my feelings, not in the worst moments when I was cowering beneath my father or cutting open my skin in the morning light and watching the blood drip down my arm. I pushed the head of my dick against her clit, biting my lip to keep from coming until I felt her let loose. She came again silently, more wetness spilling onto my length and dripping down to my balls.

Finally.

I jerked back to bring my hand to my cock and pump myself to completion. I imagined her cunt wrapped around me as I stared at her. Even now, she was still wrapped in pleasure, hands buried in the sheets, eyes hooded as she stared at me towering over her.

“Keep watching,” I grit out. I aimed my tip at her pussy and came all over her, long strings of hot cum coating her flesh and dripping onto her entrance.

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