Page 22 of Reining Her In

They are the most beautiful words I can imagine, right alongside the other three that keep dancing around in my head. The ones I want to say to her. But I’m afraid she will think I’m crazy.

“Wet? Hmm, you tell me.” She looks up with that wide-eyed innocence and I lose my mind. Our hands are still entwined when she pulls my fingers down and places them into her slick heat. “Am I wet?”

One more flutter of her eyelashes and the modicum of control I had left evaporates. My fingers sink between her silk folds. She’s on fire and sopping wet; her scent wraps up around my throat, squeezing until I find something inside of me long forgotten.

“You’re going to cum for me and me only. Do you understand? Do you understand who’s in charge here?” My voice deepens to a baritone as my middle finger finds her center and enters her slowly, methodically until her breath stops as I hold myself there inside her.

She gasps, ragged and hot. “Oh my God.” Her forehead sinks into my chest, my free hand grips the back of her neck with a handful of hair, pulling and forcing her face up toward me. She’s smaller than I remember, or I’m growing taller.

There is a rumbling in my chest, not quite a groan and not anything I’ve heard before.

Her body is my muse, my finger feels so perfect inside her. It’s tight on my single digit and I worry what will happen when I try to get my cock inside her. I’m not snack-sized, I’m super-sized, and I just pray her tiny body can take at least part of me. I need to be in there, and I don’t think I would be able to stop once I start.

She’s melting against me, and she inches her legs apart, rising onto her tiptoes to give me better access. My heart beats triple time. She wants me. I’m pleasing her and nothing has ever been more important to me than this, here and now.

“Does that feel good beauty? My finger inside your drenched cunt? You are wet indeed. You’re ready for me, aren’t you?” I glide in and out, my thumb glancing over her hard nub, listening to how her breathing changes as I stroke.

“Um hmm.” Her hands hand onto my shoulders and her hips begin to curve in and out as I slowly draw my finger out, the walls of her pussy tugging at me, trying to get me to stay.

“Look at me,” I rumble.

Her eyes come up. They are slits of shocking blue, her tongue flitting over her bottom lip.

“Open your mouth.” I bring my drenched middle finger to her lips and run it across. Painting her with her juices, then slip it inside.

She latches on with a deep hunger, sucking and licking my finger in the warmth of her mouth. I press in and out as I pull us in unison toward the bed. I want to taste her as well, but I want it straight from her cunt, want her spread open on my mouth. I want her offering it all to me. I want her first orgasm and all the ones that come after. I want to swallow every drop that comes from her body.

I need her loose and relaxed when I finally enter her. I would die if I truly hurt her.

“How do you taste?” I put my hands on her waist, leaning her back until her glorious ass is on the foot of the bed.

“Like I want more.” She scoots back as I wrestle my cock out of the coffin of clothing, kicking my pants and boxers into a discarded pile. This floor has never seen my clothes on it before; I always undress in my closet, anything I take off goes directly into the hamper. But not today.

“You’re going to get more than you can handle, my sweet girl. I’ve been saving up everything for you. Lay back, open your legs for me, and show me all of you.”

I lean over her, my long arm reaching for a pillow to put under her head. I want her comfortable, because I plan to be eating her until she cums at least twice. My fingers find the edge of the white pillow case as she leans back, looking up at me, my cock standing straight up and soaked with clear liquid, straining for his own release. But that will only come after her pleasure.

I settle the pillow behind her head and descend on her without another word.

She gasps when my open mouth meets her pink heat. My tongue enters her as far as it will reach, feeling every nuance of her skin, her flavor rolling over me like a blast from the sun. I’m on fire, swallowing her juice, slurping and sucking at her because I want all things that are part of her to be part of me.

She squirms under my ravaging mouth, but my hands grip her hips, pulling her forward onto my face, my nose drawing deep, holding her steady and still as my tongue spins around in her opening, feeling the tightness. Then I stop, kiss her folds and hold my face there, breathing her in, relishing this moment and freezing it in my mind.

After a minute, she’s antsy, moving on me.

“Please, Reed, what are you doing? I need more, please.” Hearing her pleading words makes me more proud than I’ve ever been. This little doll needs me, not wants me. Her words are desperate and that makes my chest swell with pride.

“I’m remembering this moment. Smelling you. I’ve never smelled anything so amazing in my life. Pull your legs apart more,” I grunt. “Up and apart. Now.” There is a demanding animal inside me. I need her to obey me as badly as I need to take care of her.

She does as she’s told and I draw in a deep breath before my mouth attacks her clit, my fingertips digging into the soft flesh of her hips.

This obsession expands, to have her utterly exposed. I want nothing of her hidden. No secrets. I want to know every minute of her life before me. Every part of her body is mine to enjoy, use, and discover.

I drop one hand from her hip and bring my finger up to spread the top of her outer lips, pulling up so the hood of her clit rises and I can get at all of her. I lap and suck until she’s jerking and flouncing under my mouth. Her body tightens and her hands pull her knees even farther apart, her hips jutting upward, grinding into my face.

“God, that’s so beautiful, take what you want, it’s yours already, beauty,” I mumble into her drenched cunt before my teeth rake over the hard button, and then I suck her to an orgasm that sprays my mouth and chin. I swallow and lick up every drop, greedy for it all.

The second orgasm comes faster; she’s riding my face in lustful bliss and her voice raises to the high ceilings with sounds I want to hear over and over for the rest of my life.

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