Page 20 of A Reaper's Devotion
“But learning about sex, experiencing it, is a lot of fun,” he said.
She took a deep breath.“I’ve never found the right person to ...experience it with.”
“Not until now,” he said.“Do you want to have those experiences with me?”
“I can’t even believe we’re having this conversation.”
He chuckled.“Do you want to stop?”
“No,” she said.“I like it.I mean, it’s ...yeah, I like it.It’s awkward.I don’t think I would talk to anyone about the fact I’ve not been with a man.”She pressed her lips together.
She looked at Cyrus and wanted him to kiss her.That feeling hadn’t gone away.He’d already licked her pussy and there is so much more she wanted to do with him.Today had been a long day, and part of her felt guilty for even thinking about this.Did it make her selfish?Probably.
And then, it didn’t matter as Cyrus sunk his fingers into her hair and started to pull her down close.Her heart pounded inside her chest.The moment his lips were on hers, all thought of what they had done today left her mind.In its place was just feeling.
They were in her place, and he was kissing her.She had changed out of her jeans and sweatshirt, into a pair of lounge pants and a better-fitting shirt.She hadn’t been expecting him, but now that he kissed her, her heart raced.She felt the butterflies in her stomach, and not once did she want him to stop.
Reaching out, she touched him, placing her hand on his arm, then sliding it up and around his neck, whimpering as he growled against her lips.
Cyrus broke the kiss first, but that was to start kissing down her neck.He bit onto the column of her neck, right next to her pulse.She had written about this so many times, and the feeling was better than she ever imagined.
He let out a little growl and her nipples hardened.Another whimper escaped her, and Cyrus started to move.The hand at her waist pulled on the shirt she wore, and she didn’t fight him as he pulled it up and over her head.He threw it to the floor, and Willow wasn’t going to miss the opportunity to feel him against her.
Cyrus took over, and within seconds, his shirt was gone and he was holding her, kissing her, his arms wrapping around her body.She felt him messing with the catch of her bra.He eased it off her body, then his mouth was on her nipples.She cried out as he sucked on one nipple, quickly kissed across her body, and went to the second nipple.He alternated between the two.The pleasure went straight between her thighs.
At the same time he started to suck her tits, she felt his hand slide beneath the elastic band of her pants, and then he was touching her clit, stroking her bud, building the pleasure.She cried out.His touch was setting her ablaze and it felt so good.
She ran her hands all over him, and she didn’t want him to stop.The only problem was, she couldn’t stop those feelings from building within her.She was getting higher and higher, and all too soon, she was thrown into her orgasm, and it took her completely by surprise.
Chapter Six
“You all right, Pop?”Cyrus asked, stepping into his father’s garage.Like always, he was under the hood of a car, always tinkering.Always fixing.Ever since he was a kid, if anyone wanted to find Charlie Tistleton, the best place to look was under the hood of a car.
The guy lived for cars and trucks and bikes.He lived for engines, and he made a living from repairing car parts for anyone willing to pay for them to be custom-made or repaired.It didn’t matter the number of hours, or the skill.His father got it done.
“Yeah, just wanting to get this old truck back to its glory days.”
