Page 83 of Illicit Illustration

My fingers traced the exposed skin that my lips couldn’t reach, eventually digging into her ass and pulling her tightly against me until she couldn’t get any closer. Our hips rocked against each other while I sucked on her neck, eventually pulling her down so I could capture her lips again.

Her thumbs rubbed against the bars piercing my nipples, the sensation making me throb beneath her. If this is what it felt like to touch her while we still had clothing between us, I knew it’d be explosive when I was finally inside her. But we weren’t ready for that. I knew she wasn’t, and I didn’t think I was either, to be honest. She was right; I had a lot of making up to do. And this wasn’t something I could apologize for with my dick.

“Fuck me,” she whimpered, reaching down between us and tugging at the waistband of my pants, but I captured her wrist, bringing her hand up between us and placing a lingering kiss in the middle of her palm.

“Not like this,” I groaned, trying to keep myself in control. While I ached to be inside of her, I didn’t want her to decide like this in the heat of the moment. Hazel may not have made a big deal about her inexperience, but I wouldn’t fuck her on my couch after such an emotional day. I didn’t want to wake up in the morningwith her gone because she’d changed her mind and regretted what happened between us.

“Please,” she whimpered, slipping her hand under the flannel pants that barely covered me, gripping my dick in her palm.

“Fuck, kitten.” But there wasn’t anything I could do to stop her as her touches became more desperate, her grip firmer and more self-assured as she drove me to desperation. “This shouldn't be about me. I'm the one who needs to be making things up to you. Let me take care of you.”

“No,” she breathed, leaning in to nip at my ear, but her free hand grasped mine, leading it between her legs. “We don’t need to choose. We can both get what we need.”

Nudging away the flimsy lace covering her, my fingers caressed her slick skin. Each touch elicited a different noise from the wanton woman in my lap. A whimpered moan when my fingertips dipped inside her, my cock throbbing in her palm. A gasp when they pressed further, caressing against a place that had her rocking and grinding down against them how I imagined her riding me. A growl when I slowly drew them out, followed by a groan as I thrust them back inside, enjoying the way she clenched around them.

“Make me come,” she whispered against my cheek as she rocked with me, both of us chasing the high that the other brought through desperate touches.

“Fuck, Haz,” I groaned, throbbing in her palm much closer to the edge than I wanted to be, but utterly incapable of resisting how she made me feel.

My thumb found her clit, and I tried to concentrate on getting her there before I embarrassed myself.

“Oh God, Reid…fuck…” she moaned, throwing her head back and whimpering as she rode my fingers, squeezing them rhythmically as she let go. I was seconds behind her, pulsing in her hand and spilling inside my pants as she wrung every drop out of me, my heart hammering in my chest.

Leaning my head against the back of the couch, I watched her face. Her eyes were closed, a smile pulling at the corner of herlips, and her chest heaving with each labored breath she took. She was stunning as she came back to me, lashes fluttering before her bright eyes locked with mine. When her smile grew as she looked at me, her teeth coming out to nibble on the corner of her lip, I couldn’t keep it in anymore.

“I love you,” I whispered, my voice low and rough, but her smile grew, until a laugh escaped her.

She leaned in, laying her head against my shoulder and tucking her face into my neck while her fingers dug into my hair, scratching my scalp as she snuggled against me. I wanted to make a joke about her rubbing up against me like a cat, but when shewhispered the words I wasn’t sure I’d ever hear into my skin, I wrapped my arms around her and never wanted to let go.

“Love you, too.”

Hazel

“Mmmm.” Reid’s chest vibratedagainst my back, his fingers twitching and his hips flexing forward as he drifted out of the relaxed and exhausted sleep we’d fallen into last night. After our impromptu couch humping, he’d carried me to bed and wrapped himself around me, stroking my hair until I fell asleep. “Want to wake up like this every day.”

I wholeheartedly agreed that waking up in his arms was nice. Okay, it was more than nice. When my eyes had fluttered open, I noticed dawn breaking through the gap in his curtains, and I’d freaked out that last night had actually happened.

Not only was my virginity problem not resolved despite the intense orgasm last night, but Reid had been the guy I’d been falling for in real lifeandin the texts we’d been exchanging. Residual anger still lingered at the edges of my mind, but I’d stood up for myself last night in a way I never had before, and he’d seemed genuinely contrite about his part in the deception.

Hating and avoiding him for thenexttwo years wouldn’t help either of us, especially if I’d had to watch him decide to try out a relationship with someone else. The thought of losing what had been building between us was more painful than what had happened.

In a twisted sort of way, I was flattered that Reid had stacked the deck to charm me into falling for him. And I trusted he didn’t really have nefarious plans to love me and leave me, because he easily could’ve seduced me into his bed long before now.

Hell, he could’ve just let Seven drift off into a mystery, never revealing what he did. Then I would never have confessed how my feelings for him had changed.Thatwould’ve been much more deceptive than coming clean, even if it hurt.

But the question that had been plaguing me was, how long had these feelings for me been building? Until a few months ago, my existence had seemed like something that lingered in the periphery of his life. I was just his best friend’s little sister who once had considered him a friend—despite the clandestine nature of our late-night drawing sessions.

Back then, the nearly six-year age gaphadbeen a big deal. I was a lovesick teen, and he was an adult, but he’d never said or done anything that could’ve been misconstrued as inappropriate. And despite the way I’d avoided him for the last few years, he’d done nothing to push me or make me intentionally uncomfortable.

“Did you sleep okay?” he asked, squeezing me tighter as his hand slowly crept down my belly and played with the waistband of my lace panties.

“Yeah.”

“Are you hungry? Do you want me to make you some breakfast? I’m not sure what food I have in my refrigerator, but I’m resourceful.”

“Maybe later,” I whispered, and his hand froze. He scooted away slightly and rolled me to my back, leaning over me to look into my eyes.

“What’s wrong?”

---