“Nash,” she gasps, her pussy clenching around my fingers as her grip intensifies on my arm.
I grip her throat tighter, just enough pressure to remind her it’s there, not enough to hurt as I pump and circle her clit, dragging out her pleasure as much as I can before she cries out, gasping as she comes on my fingers.
I’m a fucking puddle for her, aching and hot as hell as I watch her come, as I work her through the tail ends of it before gently releasing her. I undo my pants, kicking them and my boxer-briefs to the side.
She turns to face me, undoing her bra and letting it and her panties fall to the floor.
“Fuck,” I say, eyes greedily taking her in. She’s the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen, and I can’t believe I’m lucky enough to be able to be with her like this.
And I want tokeepbeing with her like this.
I walk her back to the bed, kissing her as we climb atop it. I smooth my hands over her body, taking my time to worship the curves I can’t get enough of. “Reese,” I say, kissing my way up her thigh, over her hip, before lingering on her delicious breasts.
Her fingers are in my hair, along the line of my jaw, everywhere she can reach. “Nash,” she says.
I shift above her, settling between her thighs but making no move to tease her. I’m wired so damn tight right now, I’ll ignite with one graze against her.
She kisses me the second she can reach my lips, and I groan against the way her body feels against mine.
“Condom,” I mutter against her lips, moving to grab my pants I left on the floor.
She draws me back, shaking her head. “I don’t want one,” she says, looking up at me, eyes open and vulnerable in a way that makes my heart clench.
“I’m on birth control,” she continues. “And I shared my latest checkup with you last week.”
I’d shared mine with her too, just in case she ever wanted me in this way, but still, I needed to make sure she was certain.
“Are you sure?” I ask, bending down to kiss her again.
She reaches between us, squeezing my cock and gliding it through her wetness, teasing us both. I groan, my body flexing against the need to sink into her.
“I’m sure,” she says. “If you want me like this.”
I hold her gaze, smoothing some hair back from her face. “I want you every way,” I say.
She smiles, her lips parting as she continues to tease us, dragging my hard cock up and down her slick center.
“Please, Nash,” she says, arching her hips off the bed, taking me in an inch.
“Fuck,” I groan, holding myself as still as possible.
“Nash, please,” she says again, and I let go, sliding into her inch by glorious inch.
“Fuck, baby,” I groan, shaking slightly as I sink in to the hilt. She’s hot, wet silk around my cock, nothing between us. “You feel so damn good.”
“God, you do too,” she says, arching her hips again, grinding against me in a way that has us both gasping.
I slowly drag my cock out of her before plunging in again, lifting up enough so that I can look down at her. She looks so fucking perfect, all splayed beneath me, lips swollen from my kiss and hair messy from my fingers, her lips parted in pleasure as I fuck her.
“I don’t want to pretend anymore.” The words are out of my mouth before I can stop them, and her eyes meet mine.
She whimpers as I continue pumping inside her, feeling every delicious inch of her surrounding me with nothing between us. She shakes her head, and I swear I can feel my heart crash into my stomach.
“I don’t want to pretend anymore, either,” she says, and that quickly my heart is flying again. “But…” She gasps, her hands flying to my back as I thrust into her. “What does that mean?”
I groan when her nails dig into my back. “We don’t need all the answers now,” I manage to say even though it’s hard to concentrate on anything beyond how amazing she feels. I slip an arm underneath her lower back, shifting us so she’s straddling me and I’m on my knees. Her arms fly around my neck, and our mouths are a breath apart.
“I just want to know you’re mine,” I say, kissing her quickly, holding her steady against me, the feel of her pulsing pussy making it so damn hard not to move.