Page 97 of Catching Feeling

“Anything you need. We’re going at your pace, however slow or fast that might be. Okay?”

She nods, a soft but genuine smile on her face. “Thank you. For being so good, Reese. I feel like I don’t deserve it. I don’t deserve you. I’m not sure I ever… apologized to you for being so mean and bitchy when we first met. For misjudging you so badly and getting so annoyed. I know now I just sometimes use that as a defense mechanism. That’s not an excuse, and I’m sorry. You deserved better than that.”

My face softens. “I told you that night after leaving your mom’s that I wasn’t going anywhere, Viv. I meant that. We all deal with shit in our own way, and if you need me to be the punching bag sometimes, then so be it. I’m solid fucking muscle, and I can take a few hits.”

A tear escapes from her eyes, and I dip my head forward, licking it up. I kiss her reddened nose from the sun and then both apples of her cheeks. Her eyelids, her jaw, her cupid’s bow.

Every inch of her I touch with my lips to show her that I’m here, that I’m not going anywhere. That I want all of her, even the sharp edges.

“Sorry I’m crying, ugh,” she whines, swiping at the tears.

“Don’t apologize for feeling, baby. You’re human, and it’s natural to have those feelings. And it means so much to me that you’ll share them with me. I’m in your corner, always, Viv. Let’s be together and figure out the rest as we go.”

For a second, she’s quiet, her watery eyes searching mine, and then she nods, leaning forward and pressing her lips against mine.

Her tongue swipes almost hesitantly at the seam of my lips before slipping inside and tangling with mine. My hands slide from her jaw to her hair, threading in the strands as I pull her in closer until she’s squirming in my lap.

“Reese?”

“Hmm?” I hum against her mouth.

“I want you, boyfriend. Right. Now.”

24

vivienne

Don’t Blink

Being with Reese is always amazing, but now it feels…different.

More intense. More intimate. More freeing.

It’s on a whole new level, and I think it’s because we both admitted how we’ve been feeling about each other. It feels like the final barrier that separated us has been dissolved, and nothing stands between us. Which feels crazy to say, considering we’re still mostly clothed, but it already feels like everything has shifted.

His stormy eyes hold mine as he kisses my center through the thin fabric of my panties, nibbling at my clit gently until my back is arching and my hand is flying to his hair, fisting through the strands.

“I’m so fucking crazy about you, Vivienne. You have no idea.” He pulls my panties to the side, exposing my pussy to his hungry gaze. “Crazy about this pretty little cunt that’s always dripping for me.”

Oh god. His mouth is so obscenely filthy, and I can’t get enough of it. I expect him to rush things along with how desperate we both seem to be right now, but he doesn’t. This won’t be fast and dirty. He takes his time as he leans forward and drags his tongue through my center torturously slowly.

Languid, soft strokes that have me writhing on this makeshift bed. It swings gently from the wind, rocking me into his mouth on its own without my hips having to do the work.

My hands travel up my stomach to my breasts, where I yank my tank and the cups of my bra down so I can tweak my nipples between my fingers, rolling them roughly. The added sensation, combined with Reese’s tongue, has my pussy throbbing, an orgasm already building inside of me, climbing higher and higher.

I’m hypersensitive tonight, and I’m not sure if it’s because Reese and I are officially a couple or because he’s just wickedly talented with his tongue.

Probably a combination of both.

“Come for me, baby,” he murmurs, kissing my thigh before returning to my clit with his mouth. He slides his long finger inside of me and strokes my G-spot with expert precision.

It only takes a few pumps before I’m coming, falling over the edge. My entire body goes taut as my orgasm hits me, sending me into a spiral of pleasure that has my toes curling along his back and my fingers tugging at his hair so hard that I hear him hiss, sucking at my clit with fervor in response.

“Reese,” I cry, rocking my hips against his mouth as he licks me through my orgasm, curling his finger inside of me to hit that perfect spot. I come so hard that I’m nearly in tears, my muscles aching from exertion as I tremble.

“So fucking perfect,” he mumbles against my clit, pressing his lips to the sensitive bud before pulling his fingers out of me and crawling up my body with a trail of kisses, fitting his hips between my thighs.

He slides his hands underneath my shirt and makes quick work removing it, tugging it over my head and tossing it aside. With his lip pulled between his teeth, he drops his gaze down to my chest at my pebbled nipples, which are pushing against the cups of my bra.

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