Page 59 of Resurfaced Passion
His mouth met the side of her face. “Aww, baby. Not here, don’t ask me to fuck you here, I’m already hard up for you, it’ll be too fast, too hard.” He groaned, thrusting in between her legs, giving her pockets of absolute bliss as he dragged his lips in a starved kiss.
“Please. Reaper, please. Don’t you want me too?” she flushed. “It too, don’t you want it too?” She amended and hoped he didn’t see her desperation.
Pushing her underwear aside his knuckles brushed her folds, rubbing through the slick evidence of the arousal he found there. Paige whined into his lips, pleading without words. Pleasure coiled beneath that touch, bulldozing everything in its path.
She writhed like an animal. Grinding against his hand, and she grabbed handfuls from the front of his shirt and leather vest. He took his hand back and rested his head on her shoulder. Paige was suspended there, in the lost seconds, just breathing him in and creaming in her panties.
“Oh, god, Paige. You’re asking for trouble. My cock is not that strong to say no to you, baby.”
There was a vibration to his tone … a desolation she’d never heard from him before, almost as if he were begging to regain his composure.
It gave her an awkward moment, but he was already kissing her, forcing her lips open as he boosted her up by the butt and made her legs wrap around him so he could shove forward between the gap and show her the hard treat he’d brought just for her.
He pumped his hips between her legs, showing her what he needed by dragging his hardness to her pleasure zone.
She was unsure if she’d ever seduced a man before, but it didn’t stop her neck from arching, or her rolling her hips so he could feel her slippery clit, knowing she’d hit the right tempo when he gave a started grunt, and his hand circling her throat pressed in a little tighter.
“You need to be fucked like a man is obsessed in you, baby.” He shared hoarsely, biting her lip.Oh, god, yes. “You need to be fucked to the point he’s mad to feel you soaking his cock.”
“Is…is that you, Reaper? Are you mad to fuck me?”
He groaned and sucked her lip, driving rough dry fucks between her legs, she ached so badly at that point she didn’t think it was possible to ever feel good again. “You know I am.You know I fucking am, Paige.”
Did she though? Until just a few days ago he always gave the impression he was ambivalent towards her.
She turned limp with his erotic aggression.His presence set fire to the room.
His hand moved suddenly, cupping her pussy, rubbing so hard on the knot of nerves through her soaked panties that she had to bury her face in his shoulder and cried out into his shirt as the flash orgasm set alight within her.
Her orgasm appeared to be the one thing that calmed Reaper. Because while Paige shook in his arms, trying not to make a sound, he skimmed soft lips over her throat and croaked how beautiful she was. Only after a minute did he remove his hand and let her skirt fall to her knees again.
Harsh breathing coated her cheek.
The air was charged, positively crackling. It felt like an earthquake had destroyed through the storage closet and left her unsteady on the very ground.
“That was…” she panted, unable to say anything else past the rushing of her blood in her ears.
“Yeah,” he answered, resting their foreheads together. His eyes practically glowed. Unwavering from her face. She was branded with his gaze. “It was.”
Her heart beat double time.
Why now? She wanted to ask. Why stake his claim now when he hadn’t in all the time she’d known him? It couldn’t only be because she’d started to date, was it?
Was he so possessive over their friendship that he didn’t want anyone else to have her?
She should be happy. Shewashappy.
Something in their friendship shifted suddenly and all at once and it was making Paige passionately woozy.
“Thank you,” he said quietly, then he kissed her lips just once and stepped back. His knuckle he’d been plying her with immediately went into his mouth and he sucked hard.
Holy chicken soup. Paige burst into flames, part embarrassment, part arousal watching him lick her clean from his finger. “Fucking gorgeous,” he rasped. “‘C’mon,” he offered his hand and she rushed the few steps and grasped it. At the door she asked quietly. “What about you?” Unsure why he’d stopped.
His golden stare turned on her. “You don’t worry about me, Paige.”
She did though. She wanted to.
“Tonight, okay?” He pressed his mouth to her ear. “I’ll take you somewhere nice.”
