Page 56 of Nash

“I always think about you,” she says, her fingers fumbling with the buttons on my shirt.

Her words fill my chest, working hard to erase the doubts I’ve been struggling with for too long.

She gets the buttons undone, spreading the fabric to slide her hands over my skin. I step back enough to trail my eyes up and down her body.

“What is it?” she asks, glancing down at herself.

“Just admiring that dress on your body,” I say, dipping down to glide my hands beneath the layers of light fabric. “Because it’s going to be on the floor soon.”

Her smiledoesthings to my soul, and my mouth is back on hers in seconds flat. God, I love kissing this woman. Love the way she parts those gorgeous lips for me, allowing me to slide in and lick and tease and taste her. Love the way she meets my pace, the way she touches me in a starved way.

My fingers splay on her luscious legs as I break our kiss, holding her gaze as I bend to tease her between her thighs.

“You look exquisite,” I say, watching her lips part as I tease her over the lace she wears. “Turn around,” I say, stepping back so she can.

She does, and I find her zipper, slowly inching it down, following the motion with my mouth as I trail it along her spine. She arches into the touch, her ass grazing my dick, and fire streaks beneath my skin.

“Nash,” she says as she steps out of the dress, the thing whispering to the floor while she kicks off her pumps.

“Damn,” I groan at the sight of her. She’s wearing a matching lace set, her panties barely covering her luscious ass. I smooth my hand along it, my other hand coming around her and dragging up through her cleavage, pausing gently on her throat.

Reese gasps, her pulse fluttering beneath my light hold.

I kiss her neck, gliding my hand from her ass to around her hip, dipping between her thighs, her spine pressed against my chest. “You’re so fucking sexy, Reese,” I whisper into her ear. “You feel what you do to me?”

I thrust my hips against her ass where it presses tightly against my aching cock. The motion has her rocking forward slightly, but I hold her there, gently at her throat, more firmly between her thighs.

“God, Nash,” she says, reaching up from behind to grip the hair at the base of my neck. “I need you.”

I grin as she tugs my head down as she looks over her shoulder, her greedy mouth meeting mine in a demanding kiss.

“I can feel that,” I say, using the damp lace of her panties to tease her clit.

She shivers, rocking into my touch as she drops her hand from my hair to grip my forearm as I continue to tease her.

I squeeze her throat just a little, a silent demand to give me her mouth again. And fuck me, she does. She turns her head and welcomes me in as I continue to play with her.

She rolls her hips, rocking her ass against my cock in a way that has my knees wanting to buckle. I’m so ready to sink inside her it hurts, but I’m having too much fun simply enjoying this.

I can’t get enough of her. Her laugh, her smile, her mind, her pleasure. I’ll never be satiated.

Reese moves against me, more demanding as I tease her. I smile against her lips, drawing away from our kiss to look down at her. Fuck, she’s gorgeous, covered in lace, my hands all over her. I slip the lace to the side, dragging two fingers from her slick center and circling them around her clit.

“Nash,” she breathes my name, rocking into my touch, the motion grinding against me at the same time.

“Reese,” I echo her, dipping my fingers into her hot, wet pussy, bolts of pleasure shooting through my body at the feel of her.

“God, your hands,” she says, gripping my forearm with one hand and reaching up to smooth over the one at her neck.

I give her another squeeze there. “You like that?” I ask, plunging my fingers inside her at the same time, curling them before pulling out to circle her swollen clit again.

“Yes,” she gasps, pressing back against me. “You like it too,” she says, looking up and over her shoulder at me, green eyes lust-ridden. “You like me like this?” she rocks against me for emphasis.

I groan, every muscle in my body flexing in an attempt not to come from that alone.

“I like you every way I can have you.” I dip down, kissing her again as I pump my fingers into her.

She whimpers against my kiss, riding my hand while also working me up at the same time. It’s fucking electric and I’m practically high off of it.

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