Page 67 of Beyond the Spotlight Discreet Version
“Never be sorry,” he says and moves a hand down to cup my pussy.
He slides a finger inside me, groaning at how wet I am. His thrusts are slow at first, allowing him to put pressure on my clit. Then he speeds up.
“Yes, Rey, please.”
My breathing becomes fast, my walls closing in around him. I feel so full with his fingers and the butt plug inside me. But seconds before I orgasm, he stops.
“No,” I whine.
“What’s my name, Savannah?”
He leaves his finger deep inside me and my walls throb around him. Is he punishing me for calling him Rey just now?
“Fuck!”
He chuckles against my cheek. “No, my love,” he says with his velvet accent that makes me melt.
My love?My heart beats faster because he’s never said that to me. I know he doesn’t meanlovelove but to hear the word come out of his mouth...
“Reynold, please,” I groan and squirm, hoping to satisfy the ache he’s causing.
He rubs his thumb in circles over my clit, and my knees almost give out. I grip his shoulders for leverage as he pumps his fingers again. His mouth covers mine and that talented tongue takes over.
The water skirts the line of too hot, or maybe it’s because heat rushes through my body as my orgasm builds once again from Reynold putting the right amount of pressure against my clit.
“I’m close,” I cry out. “Don’t stop.”
But he does stop. The fucker. Like last time, he thrusts his finger deep inside me and just stays there. He curls the tip and grazes that evasive spot he always seems to know how to find. He teases it, putting me on edge.
I gasp. “You’re edging me!”
He kisses me, long and languid, and hums against my mouth. “It’s one of your kinks, is it not?”
He removes his finger and shoves it in his mouth, relishing the taste of me as if I was the dessert after our meal tonight.
“I told you; I didn’t forget about your books. How many of those kinks can we get through tonight?” He moves me back underneath the stream of water. “I’m going to take this plug out now, then wash your hair and your body. Then I’m going to take you into my room, and I’ll put the next size in you before fucking you. You’ll be so wound up from edging, you’ll see stars when you eventually come. Do you want that, Savannah?”
I nod and whimper.
“Good girl.”
Chapter 15 - Reynold
Ican’trememberthelast time I showered with a woman. I forgot how wonderful and euphoric the experience is. How my hands slick down her body through the lathering soap. How she moans when I wash her hair and scratch her scalp. The kisses I steal when it’s her turn to wash me.
Our hands explore every inch of each other’s bodies. Her palms indulging the creases of my abs, her tiny hands wrapping around my biceps and squeezing, her fingertips digging into my rock-hard ass.
My palms cupping her breasts, fitting perfectly because they’re not too big. My fingertips grazing over the stretch marks along her stomach and hips and thighs. My hands squeezing the plumpness of her ass and kneading it, never wanting to stop because it’s my favorite part of her body.
After we shower, I dry her off, then she dries me off, and it’s such an intimate thing to do with someone. With Savannah, it feels natural, comforting.
I lead her out of the bathroom and into my room, placing her at the foot of the bed. I tug on her towel, and it falls to the ground. She does the same to me and my dick pops up, hard and leaking pre-cum.
It’s been hard ever since she stripped for our shower.
I step to her and palm her cheek. She leans into my touch, and I inhale deeply, stifling a groan because she smells like me after I used my shampoo and body wash on her.
“Crawl into bed and get on your hands and knees,” I say and kiss her gently.
