Page 37 of Nash

“Reese,” he groans as I increase my pace, my free hand gripping his thigh. “Fuck,Reese.”

I love the way he says my name, and I do my best not to smile too much as I keep devouring him.

“Baby,” he groans. “I’m going to come.”

I feel him harden inside my mouth, and keep him there, slicking him with my tongue before sucking hard?—

“Fuck,” he groans, spilling into my mouth as he jolts a little.

I swallow him down, drawing back and wiping my swollen lips with the back of my hand. He hauls me up, rubbing his thumb over my bottom lip before kissing me.

“You’re amazing,” he says, shutting off the water and pulling me from the shower, wrapping me in a towel and drying me off.

Before I can move to put on clothes, he’s lifting me, perching me on my bathroom counter and spreading my thighs to step between them. I gasp when his fingers drag through me, his other hand cupping my cheek as he continues to kiss me.

I melt against him, losing the towel and wrapping my arms around his neck, my oversensitive flesh tightening as he teases my aching center.

He smiles against our kiss, never breaking it as he slides two fingers inside me, curling them as he teases my clit with his thumb.

“Fuck, Reese,” he says, pulling away enough to look at me. “You’re so damn wet for me.”

I shiver against him, my body already tightening with need as he continues to work me into white-hot knots.

“Fucking love waking up to you,” he says before kissing me again, hot and fast, his pace increasing between my thighs so much I whimper.

“You’re right there, aren’t you?” he asks, his voice low and rough, showing he’s just as affected by this as I am. “You’re going to come for me, aren’t you, baby?”

I gasp, my heart racing, my mind whirling as pleasure builds beneath my skin.

He curls his fingers at the same time he presses on my throbbing clit with his thumb, the pressure just right to send me flying apart. I moan, my orgasm rippling through me as I flutter around his fingers.

Nash grins against my mouth, kissing me softly as he gently pulls his fingers out of me. “Don’t move,” he demands, hurrying out of the bathroom. He’s back in a few seconds, a condom on.

“Already?” I ask, surprised.

He shrugs. “You do this to me,” he says, reclaiming the spot between my thighs. “You want this?” he asks, and my heart melts that he still asks despite it being very clear I do.

I shift forward a little, spreading my thighs just a bit wider.

He brazenly looks over me, his eyes like a brand everywhere they land.

Then his mouth is on me, frantic and hot and stealing my breath. His tongue dances against mine, making me even more liquid as I grip his hair with one hand, the other wrapping around his shoulders. His cock is at my center, just teasing touches that make me tremble.

I tighten my thighs around his hips, urging him in without breaking our kiss. Once he’s in an inch, I wrap my legs around him completely and propel him forward, gasping as he bottoms out inside me.

“Fuck,” he groans against my mouth. “You feel so damn good.”

I whimper as he kisses me harder, pulling out to thrust inside me again. Each time he does it ignites sparks of pleasure all along my body.

“Nash,” I sigh his name, breaking our kiss. “Faster.”

He grins, eyes molten with lust as he wraps his arms around me, securing me against him. “Hold on to me,” he demands.

I let go of his hair, wrapping both of my arms around him?—

He slams into me, fast and hard and ohmigod it feels amazing.

His speed increases, his mouth a breath from mine as he pumps into me over and over again, my pleasure spiking more and more each time our bodies connect.

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