Page 67 of Resurfaced Passion
“I wanna devour you, Paige.” She sucked in a breath. He wasn’t finished. Not by a long shot. Reaper was only getting started with the things he craved from her. “I wanna slurp every last piece of you up until you’re nothing but shudders and gasps. I wanna open you up and dive right in with my tongue.”
The delicate hands traveling up and down his chest suddenly stopped on his shoulders and he felt her nails digging in. Fucking hell, it felt so good that his head felt heavier and he let it drop while he tried to catch his breath.
He should step back, give her room, take her home, stop giving her mixed signals.
But Reaper couldn’t do nothing but stand there inhaling her arousal.
“If I inch this little dress up around your waist are you gonna let me use my tongue, Paige?”
“God,” she inhaled a laugh and his head came up. It was too dark in the hallway to see if she was flushed or not, so he used his lips, skimming them first over one cheek then the other. Boiling hot. “Yes. You can do anything.” She told him.
He felt like fragments inside of his skull were leaking out of his ears, but it didn’t slow Reaper down for a fucking second when his hands grabbed the hem of her gorgeous dress and peeled it up.
Then he dropped down to his knees and buried his nose in the juncture of her thighs.
“Oh, god.” She gasped.
Oh, fucking god, Reaper thought. Desire pulsed like a runaway train through his blood.
With hands clasped to her hips, he held her there, suspended to the ministrations of his mouth moving over the tiny thong. The front of her panties were damp with arousal and he couldn’t help but give them a lick right over where that bundle of joy was nestled waiting for him.
Something crazy happened in his head, he unlatched doors and levers and control swept the fuck away as he nudged the cloth aside with his nose and started licking the line of her slit like a dying man.
He held her by the ass and the other hand kept her legs apart by running up and down the back of her silky calf right up to the part of her thigh where it met the meaty, luscious part of her ass.
There was no amount of fucking pleasure Reaper didn’t lap up one lick at a time and when tasting her outer skin wasn’t enough he grunted and wrenched the underwear down her legs where she dutifully moaned and stepped out of them for him.
He dove back in.
Using his thumbs to pry her pussy open, he went to fucking town covering her fully with his mouth, making out with short, sharp, hot flicks, lapping up every goddamn drop of her sweet arousal.
“Oh, Reaper.Yes. God.That feels good.”
Paige gasped and moaned so sexily he about lost his mind eating her like the starving man he was—he couldn’t get his tongue deep enough into her perfect pussy. And when she came it was a hot shudder as he tongued her deep and felt her hips drive into his face while her hands pulled hell out of his hair.
Christ. She came like a queen.
She threw her head back, pale candy waterfalls of hair everywhere in a sinfully tempting display, her belly trembled, and her hands held him to her body with her fingers locked tightly in his hair and he fucking loved it, forcing Reaper to go on eating the orgasm out of her.
From below, his vision was an assortment of regal sex—the long, subtle arch of her throat and the pebbled points of her nipples. He could feel the provocative contractions of her climax against his mouth and he nearly lost his sight with how good his own body felt, though it was still hard, still unreleased. He felt so good listening to the kitten mewls coming out of Paige, and he stabbed into her pussy with his tongue over and over, ignoring every ache in his jaw and neck, because her satisfaction was the only thing that mattered in the world.
Shewas the only thing that mattered to him.
Now. Then. Always.
Her pleasure.
Her sex quaking from the inside.
The gush of her wetness.
It only mattered that she was shaking and crying his name with tight gasping breaths.
She was his queen and made him feel like a king.
“I want to eat you alive.”
“Yes. Yes. Yes.”
