Page 77 of Reid's Fixation
She started to rub her aching clit and it was swollen and sensitive.
She watched as he ripped his jacket off, then his tie, and shirt, everything gone in seconds.
And then he was standing in front of her fully naked.
His body was a work of art, all hard muscles and hard cock as well.
She went up to her knees in front of him, the rug cushioning them and used her wet fingers to run all along the outside of his cock.
It jumped in her hand and then she was putting her mouth over the tip, the wetness there begging for her mouth.
She moaned at his flavor and his fingers dug into her hair.
“Fuck, Mila. Fuck!” He said as she took him a little deeper into her mouth.
And she felt powerful, like she was the goddess that he called her.
He ripped her head away from his cock and then kissed her, his lips tasting every single inch of her own.
Then he was turning her on her hands and knees, coming up behind her, his hand fisting in her hair.
He spread her knees wide and she whimpered in want, in need.
Then his hard cock was rubbing against her folds, making her try to push her hips back, needing him inside her.
He gave her a soft swat, “Be still, you teased the beast. I am trying to calm down so I won’t fuck you hard.”
She moaned, “Do it, I want it.”
He licked down her spine, “Very well then,” and then he was inside her, in one hard surge of his hips.
She went down to her elbows, groaning at the feel of him deeper than he had ever been.
He held her hip with one hand while the other still dominated her hair, bringing her neck up so he could kiss it.
Then he let her hair go, using both hands on her hips to fuck into her, hard, deep and fast.
She was letting out little gasps of pleasure and squeals. It felt so good and he was so deep.
He hit something inside her that made her see stars and she started rocking back into him, wanting more, needing it faster, harder.
He growled and did as her body silently commanded, fucking into her faster, the sounds of their skin smacking together.
She was getting so close and used one of her hands to touch her clit, feeling him sliding in and out rubbing it in small circles, just needing a little more.
Then, she was falling over the edge, screaming out his name and loving that he prolonged her orgasm with his hard thrusts.
He was groaning, and then he was coming, panting, moaning and then he fell to the side, pulling her against him, still buried to the hilt inside her.
She snuggled into his arms, her body still shaking from the aftershocks and loving that he could make her body sing.
“I love you.” She panted and he kissed her where he could, “I love you too.”
And she shut her eyes, just basking in the heat of the fire in front of her and the heat from his body behind hers.
They made love a few more times that night and in the morning she was deliciously sore.
But it was something that she loved.
Being with her husband and hoping they made a baby.
Life was perfect indeed.
