Page 71 of Resurfaced Passion
His rumble sounded like a vibrating engine and once again she felt howhardhis body was under hers.
“Paige.” He groaned and hauled her the rest of the way, so she was flat out on top of the hardest body she’d ever felt before. When his lips landed on hers she wasn’t fully prepared for how good he’d taste, or how ravenous his mouth attached hers. “Can’t hold back any longer.” He grunted, going in deeper, sucking her tongue. She went up in flames and speared her fingers through his long hair.
“Why are you holding back?” In between starved kisses and panted breaths he rocked her hips, dying for the ache in her skin and bones to stop. “Don’t hold back, Oh, pretty please don’t.”
“Can’t.Can’t.I can’t, baby.” All across her face his lips skidded before coming back to her mouth. “Open your legs for me.”
Paige didn’t need to be told twice. She split them apart and gravity dropped her crotch directly on his rock-hard groin. Oh, yes. She pressed down hard, bumping her soft against him.
Reaper groaned into her mouth before he rolled her over placing him on top.
The way he looked at her, that beat of a second with their faces inches apart and his breath fanning her cheeks … she swore it was reverence, it was something so lovely she reached up and brought his head down and took his mouth this time, showing him he had no reason to hold back. Some sense of decency? Respect? Hell, Paige was hot to go for a good hard pounding, embarrassingly so from the wetness coming out of her.
She liked the roughness of his hands squeezing her waist and it surprised the hell out of her. Her sex life was … yeah. She had spots in her life she couldn’t remember, whole big chunks and that included ever having sex before.
Sure, she knew her body had been intimate with someone(s), she’d had several physicals in her adult life, and she’d known she’d been on the pill in her teens. But as for having hot memories of tangled sheets and rough hands all over her? Paige was sadly empty and not until seeing Reaper had she wanted to make new memories.
Now she wanted hot sex stories to share with Winter. Or just to keep to herself.
God, she just wanted this man all over her.
His skin sliding on hers.
The hot, pulsing climax he’d push into her. She wanted to feel it all. And she wanted to feel it like yesterday.
“Reaper…” she whined, stroking her lips down his strong neck, the pulse there going nuts and the harder he pressed his thumbs into her hips the wetter she became, almost as if he knew her body better than she did. With every squeeze he rolled his cock between her legs and …oh…my…god, it felt amazing. “Can we skip a lot of foreplay this time, please? I need you.”
He froze. His heart could clearing be felt banging through her own chest. Particles in the early morning sunshine seemed to pause in their dance as she too waited to see what he’d do.
With quick hands he threw back the sheets, rolled up on his knees, discarded his shorts and the most glorious cock of all time was sprang free to bounce against his lower stomach.
Mother of the baby Jesus. Even seeing his arousal for the second time could still render her a little bit stupid with her mouth gaped open. Paige could do nothing but stare and try to produce some moisture to wet her bone-dry tongue.
She wouldn’t have cared what size his cock was … for real. She wanted the man and he’d already proven how skilled he was getting her from zero to orgasm in minutes and that was just with his tongue and fingers. But seeing that thick, perfectly cut cock bobbing slightly to the left, in all its had-to-be nine inches if not more…glory, she felt her pussy muscles twang a little happy song.
He was going to fill her so tightly wall-to-wall and have leftovers for when she was hungry later.
Even though she’d told him she was so, so, so ready, his mouth still swept down and took hers in a hard, demanding kiss, she opened for immediately.
His kiss skyrocketed her onto the ceiling, she clung and moaned directly into his throat, licking him just as sexily as he did her.
“Do you have a condom?” She breathed into his lips and felt him freeze.
“Fuck.”
Paige grinned, thrilled it probably meant he wasn’t fucking around as much as she feared if he didn’t readily have protection on hand. “My purse.” She whispered. “There’s one in my purse.”
It was complete torture to have the fullness of his shaft leave the place between her legs where it had been resting on her clit. She practically bit her tongue off with a whimper when he flung himself off the bed and strode out of his bedroom.
Lord… she breathed heavily, eyes firmly on the hard butt. That man was gorgeous. She pushed herself up on the headboard, crossed her legs and waited.
She hadn’t even had her morning coffee yet but the prospect of sex with Reaper had her vibrating out of her own skin.
CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO
“I waited for this.” - Reaper
No man on this earth wanted to fuck as much as Reaper wanted to fuck Paige.
