Page 74 of Daring the Defender

“Fuck you’re beautiful.” He drops to his knees, placing one on either side of me as he works his way up my body. I reach for him, for the soft, wet tip of his cock, spreading the fluid with my thumb. A shudder wracks up his spine and I laugh. This man is strong. A wild man on the ice, imposing in real life, but all it takes is the smallest touch and he’s putty in my hands.

I feel the same, my body opening easily for him, the orgasm keeping my muscles loose and pliant. I like the way he handles me, mouth closing around my breast while his hand pushes my thighs apart. He teases my entrance with the rough pads of his fingertips, pushing one finger in. He tongues my nipple, keeping my body overheated and overstimulated. I barely notice the second finger going in until he shifts, using them to stretch me apart.

“Oh,” I gasp, liking how it feels. I dig my heels into the mattress.

“Good?” he asks me, hand splaying across my rib cage. He touches me like he owns me. Like I belong to him. “You’re so tight. Tell me if it hurts.”

“It doesn’t.” Proving my point, my hips rock, pulling him in deeper. His fingers are big, but his cock is bigger. I shiver at the thought, both excited and nervous.

“Hell, GG,” he swears when he feels it, “you close? Already?”

“Is that fast?” I ask, my nerves are on edge. Raw and exposed. If he touched me there again, I don’t think I could hold off.

“I just…” he looks down at me, eyes filled with warmth. “I thought you came so fast because you were new to all of this, but I think your body is just sensitive.”

He may be right because ever since that first orgasm it’s all I can think about. It’s all I want and the minute he touches me my body threatens to crack in two.

Heat burns my face, and he must notice because he says, “It’s nothing to be embarrassed or ashamed of. It’s hot. Making you come has become my favorite thing to do. I’ll gladly work harder if I need to, but damn, feeling how ready you are? It’s good for a man’s ego.”

I snort. “Like you need more of that.”

Removing his fingers, he leans over me and fumbles with the drawer of the bedside table. I kiss the hot skin of his abdomen, missing the feel of him inside of me. The muscles that seem so hard, so powerful, but quiver at the lightest touch.

Slamming the door shut, he rolls back to me, foil packet in his hands. A condom. I’d be lying to say I ever saw one up close before. Abstinence is what Father’s church teaches. We’rewaybeyond that, been past it for weeks. I appreciate that Reid’s being safe.

Everything from here on is new to me, the slight ache in my lower belly from where he had been inside of me, the quick way he tears the condom wrapper, pulling out the coiled up ring. I watch as he holds the base of his erection, then slides it over the tip.

Reaching out to touch him, I say, “I like the way it feels better without it.”

“You and me both, GG,” he grins down at me, amusement in his eyes,“but it’s not so bad.”

He hovers over me, lining our bodies up. I like this view of him, his strong body over mine. Again he pushes my thighs wide, and settles between my legs, slotting himself against me.

He kisses the swell of each breast, “You ready?”

I nod, but his eyebrow raises. “Yes.”

Right from the start the pressure feels different, but he has his mouth close to my ear, his voice warm and steady. “It may hurt a little,” he says, “but you should be warmed up. You tell me if you want to stop.”

“Hey,” I say, getting him to look at me, “I want this.”

His tongue darts out and he licks his bottom lip, then claims my mouth with his. The kiss is startling, but not as much as the feel of him pushing inside. The stretch is intense, painful but also good. I’m distracted by his hands holding onto me and he buries himself deep.

“You feel so good,” he tells me, “so tight. So perfect.” He rambles on a little, saying sweet, sexy things to me, before pulling out and pumping back in again. The rocking motion feels good, and I lift my hips to meet him. The move makes him go faster, deeper and he looks down at me, sweat peppering his forehead and says, “I’ve thought about this so many times. What it’d be like to be inside of you. To feel your walls tighten around me.” He pumps in and out, never taking his eyes off of mine. “I knew it would be fucking amazing, but I didn’t know it’d be like this.”

I don’t get a chance to ask what ‘like this’ means because his cock twitches and it’s followed by a low, deep, groan. With a hard thrust, Reid pumps into me twice more, body tensing as he comes.

We stay like this for a long beat, our bodies slick with sweat, limbs joined, letting our heart and breathing return to normal. It’s after we’re cleaned up and I’m wearing a clean, soft, Wittmore T-shirt that he climbs back in the bed, dragging me against his chest.

I think he’s asleep when his fingers thread in mine and he says, “You know what I can’t stop thinking about?”

“I have no clue,” I tell him.

“Those kolaches in the kitchen.” He pops up on his elbow and looks down at me. “Hungry?”

“Axel is going to kill us.”

“For the sex or for eating all the kolaches?” he asks, licking butter off his thumb. My cheeks burn at the way he so casually talks about what we did upstairs. I know it wasn’t as big of a deal for Reid as it was for me, but I like the way he’s so at ease with everything. That we’re down here stuffing our faces on the still warm meat and cheese filled pastries like it’s any other day.

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