Page 62 of Complete Me
“Not just that, Kinsey. So much fuckin’ more. I’m willing to break all my rules for you. Burn the world down just to be able to look at you. You’re perfect. I can’t breathe when I’m away from you. And when I’m with you, I feel like I finally have a reason for living.”
“Reid . . .” I say, falling rapidly for this man.
“Shh, just let me love on you.”
There go the last shreds of my heart.
He descends back down on my lips, kissing me like he needs me for air. I press harder against him, enjoying the way his hardness feels against my throbbing clit. My hands trace over his strong shoulders, pushing his jacket down to give me more access.
“Fuck, Kins, can I touch you? I need to touch you, baby.”
“You are.”
His right hand strokes up the outside of my bare leg, dipping under my skirt and tracing the outside hem of my panties, causing goosebumps to break out across my skin. He follows the hem, until the back of a single fingerslides up my center in a featherlight touch that has me nearly jumping off his bike.
“Like this, sweetheart. Touch you here.”
“Oh, god,” I gasp, pleasure pulsing through me at just the faint touch of his finger.
“Let me, Kinsey? Let me make you feel good.”
“Y-yes,” I stutter. God, I want this man to touch me more than anything.
His hand grips my panties, slowly pushing them off to the side, and then his warm, calloused fingers are sliding through my slit. Electricity zips through me. A sexy, masculine growl of appreciation escapes his lips, and I swear I see stars.
“Jesus. You’re soaked for me.”
“Mmhmm,” is all I can manage in return. He strokes me expertly and exploratorily. Like he’s taking his time to figure out exactly what I need. His fingers slide down until one is nudging at my center, slowly pressing inside. I know I’m a virgin, but I’ve experimented with toys before, so I know what to expect, or at least I thought I did. Because my vibrator has nothing on Reid’s fingers.
I shiver against his body, hanging on for dear life as he works me up, pressing a thick digit deep inside and curling. Moans flow freely from my lips as he grinds his palm against my aching clit and strokes something deep inside that I’ve never felt before.
His free hand gathers my hair at the base of my neck, giving it a tug to force me to arch my head to meet his eyes.
“Just like this. I want to look into your eyes as I make you come for the first time.”
“Reid. Oh, god.”
My brain nearly short-circuits as pleasure pulses low in my core. His piercing emerald eyes, dark and heavily lidded, gaze over my face, like he’s wholly mesmerized by what’s happeningbetween us right now. The breath is stolen from my lungs with a sharp gasp as my pussy tightens, fluttering around those thick fingers working me over.
“That’s it, little fighter. Give it to me. I want you to come on my hand, my fingers buried in this tight pussy. I want you leaking all over my bike.”
“Oh, god, Reid. Don’t stop,” I pant as I grind against his hand, pleasure winding so tight, ready to snap.
“Not until your legs are shaking and you’re screaming my name.”
And then I’m coming, faster than I ever have before on my own. My orgasm slams into me, and I do exactly as he said. My legs shake around him as my body convulses, his name on my lips as he fingers me through the best orgasm of my life.
“Fuck, that’s so damn pretty. You’re a goddamn sight, sweetheart. So fuckin’ perfect.”
He pulls his fingers free, holding his hand up in front of us as he looks at the proof of how good he made me feel, dripping across his skin.
“Fuck, I hate to let this go to waste, but the first time I taste you, it’s gonna be my mouth on your pussy, your cum coating my tongue.”
My mouth falls open in shock, and he takes that as an open invitation because before I can protest, he’s running those wet fingers covered in my arousal across my lips before dipping them into my mouth. My lips close around them automatically, my tongue swirling around them, my taste exploding on my tongue.
Reid growls in appreciation, a deep, primal sound that fuels me. “That’s my good girl.”
I moan around his fingers at his praise, and then he’s slipping them free, his lips quickly replacing them, tongue delving into my mouth, claiming, pillaging, taking what he wants.
