Page 35 of Love on the Ice

Lorelai shifts to her knees, burying her face in the pillow as I move behind her. I don’t stop playing with her. My fingers find the rhythm that I know she likes. It hasn’t taken me long to figure out her likes and loves.

She whimpers into the pillow, then moans, switching back and forth as her hips move backward. I want to be inside of her right fucking now, but I’m also really into this moment, wanting her to come first.

Sliding my other hand up the center of her stomach, I grip her breast, alternating between pinching her nipple and tugging on it. She cries out into the pillow, and it’s at this moment I wish I had bought my own place just so I could hear her cries.

I don’t know what she says into the pillow, but I do hear words, and then she begins to tremble right before the muscles in her body freeze, and a long groan sounds muffled in the pillow. Sliding my fingers through her center, I gather her wetness and bring it to my lips.

Lorelai lifts her head, looking over her shoulder just in time to see me slip my fingers into my mouth. Her eyes widen as she watches me lick her wetness from my fingers. “Best breakfast I’ve ever tasted.”

“Reid,” she gasps.

I chuckle, reaching across her sweet back for the nightstand, and grab a condom. I rip the foil packet open, then slide the rubber along my cock. Slowly, I sink inside of her, watching my cock disappear into her sweet, wet heat.

Once I’m completely rooted inside of her, I grip her hips and pull her backward, her ass slamming against my hips. She moans, and I push her forward, then bring her back again, flexing my hips as I do.

Over and over.

I can’t stop.

I know I’m being a little rougher than I was last night, but I can also tell she isn’t in any pain. She pushes back, giving as good as she’s getting, and I close my eyes for a moment, relishing this whole situation.

Being here with her, in my bed, inside of her. I didn’t think that when I saw her in that window a few weeks ago, when I took her to dinner during that lame party, I would be right here with her. But I am, and it’s exactly where I never realized I always wanted to be.

Heaven on earth.

Lorelai gasps and tries to push up onto her hands. Sliding one of my hands down her spine, I grip the back of her neck loosely and keep her head down. My other hand stays firmly planted on her hip, and I tip my chin down toward our connection. I watch my cock move in and out of her body.

She’s so fucking wet my dick glistens, coated with her.

“Harder,” she grinds out.

I don’t know where this girl comes from, demanding that I give her more or less of anything, but I like it. I do exactly what she asks. I thrust my hips harder. I can hear our skin slapping each and every time that our bodies meet.

Then I feel her tremble, her pussy flutters, and I know she’s close. So damn close. I don’t stop, not that I could even if I wanted to. Which I don’t. If I could make a career out of being inside of her, out of fucking her, I would do just that.

I’d also be a billionaire.

It doesn’t take me much longer, seconds, a few thrusts, until I come, filling the condom. Staying where I am, planted inside of her, I close my eyes and just breathe. Slowly, my hips begin to move languidly as my orgasm subsides.

When my cock stops twitching, only then do I completely pull out of her, release her, and fall to the side of the bed. She doesn’t move immediately. She stays with her ass in the air and her head down. It’s beautiful.

Slowly, her body straightens, and she lies on her stomach, turning her head so her gaze finds mine. Her cheeks are flushed, and a light sheen of sweat covers her body. Leaning over, I touch my mouth to hers.

“Morning, baby,” I murmur against her lips.

“Morning,” she breathes.

LORELAI

There is a moment of silence. I’m sure he isn’t as uncomfortable as I am, but I feel anxious. We watch one another across the diner’s tabletop. I don’t know what to say. There is a lot I haven’t done in general, but this is something I really haven’t done—the morning after.

We’re waiting for our food, and although everything here smells and looks amazing, which is making me hungry, my stomach is so nervous that I don’t think I’ll be able to actually eat any of the food.

However, Reid appears positively calm, cool, and collected. But I think that’s part of his personality. Even if he was on edge, I’m not sure that he would ever show it. Maybe he has a tell, but I just don’t know it yet.

Wringing my hands in my lap, I try to think of something cute and witty to say, but since I’m neither cute nor witty, I have nothing.

“Lorelai?” Reid asks.

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