Page 31 of Reaper
“Fuck!”
I grip the sheets as the tip of my dick hits the back of her throat and she swallows. If we weren’t in the position, I’d make her gag on it. As her hand wraps around the base, she twirls her tongue around my sensitive head sending me over the top.
“Paris,” I moan, as my cock twitches and my body tenses, releasing inside her mouth.
She sucks until I’m completely spent, then licks me clean again. With a soft sigh of contentment, she pushes herself off me, her weight leaving me, and collapses beside me on the bed. She has a small smile on her face, but I want to make sure she knows this is more than just us getting each other off. This is as special to me as it is to her. This is the first time I’ve actually felt a connection with a woman I’ve slept with since Blake’s death.
“Can I hold you?”
I want to ensure I honor her need for space and whatever boundaries she needs to establish.
She looks at me, a single tear tracing a glistening path down her cheek. I swipe it away with my thumb, before caressing the soft skin of her cheek.
“I would love that.”
I don’t hesitate and pull her into my arms, feeling the warmth of her body against mine as she snuggles close to me. “Thank you,” she whispers, the words a faint breath against my slick skin.
I gently kiss the top of her head, and a soft, contented sigh like a gentle breeze, escapes her lips.
We don’t say anything to one another, the only sound is the ticking of the clock on the wall, echoing in the quiet room. We’ve crossed a line today, and the weight of our actions settles heavily on our shoulders. Well at least it weighs heavily on mine. Whether either one of us is ready for what comes with crossing that line is still up for debate.
Paris
Ican’thelpbutwhimper as arousal gathers at my core. This is the best damn dream I’ve ever experienced. I’ve never wanted a man as much as I want Logan. And he’s devouring my pussy like a starved man and I’m here for it.
Sex with Nikita was completely for his enjoyment. And that didn’t bother me because I didn’t enjoy shit about my situation. While the body does what the body does naturally, I blocked out everything that happened between us. So, anything that wipes out those memories of him invading my body, I will gladly experience. Even if it’s through my dreams.
“Logan,” I moan, opening my legs wider, my hands moving to his hair. “I love the way your hair feels.”
He hums against my wet flesh as I move my hips over his mouth without embarrassment because this is just a dream despite how real it feels. Why the hell should I be embarrassed?
“Your mouth is like heaven. Damn, I can’t believe this is a dream. I will love to have this dream every day.”
He chuckles, the sound deep and warm. The vibrations spread through my body like a wave. “It isn’t a dream, baby.” His tonguelicks the entire length of my pussy. “Wake up. I want to make you cum before I leave.”
“I don’t want to wake up,” I whimper. “Then the dream will end. I don’t want it to end. Not yet.”
The desperation in my own voice is a raw, needy sound. What he’s making me feel is so invigorating to my senses. If I wake up, then my reality will set in and I’m not ready for that. I want to stay in dream world a little longer.
His tongue circles my clit, and I grip his hair tighter. “Wake up, baby,” he says against my wet pussy before sucking my swollen bundle of nerves in his mouth. “It’s not a dream.”
A groan escapes me as his finger slips inside my entrance, and I slowly open my eyes. His wicked smile stretches across his face, and I’m drawn to him, my fingers yanking the thick, silken strands of his hair. His low moan vibrates through me, a sound that resonates deep in my bones.
“Oh my God. That feels amazing.”
He hums against my flesh and continues to devour me. I’ve never experienced so much pleasure in my entire life. I understand his need to protect me from the horrors of what Nikita had done to me, but I want to feel him inside me.
“So, it really isn’t a dream?”
He sucks on my bundle of nerves harder, essentially giving me my answer. I can just bask in the emotions this man makes me feel. He skillfully led me to multiple climaxes throughout the night, without expecting anything in return. But I need more of him.
“I need more, Logan.”
His mouth pulls away from me and his palm comes down on my bare pussy causing me to gasp. “What the hell, Logan!”
“You’ll get what I give you, Paris.”
He pushes his fingers back inside my entrance and my eyes roll when he touches a spot so deep within me, I can’t hold back the scream that rips from my throat.
