Page 81 of On The Edge
How far Reis will take this.
I press my hand to my boxers-covered pussy. Reis watches me, his stare intense and so fucking sexy, as I move my handlower. I drag one finger over my lips and when I see him bite his lip, I know he can see the small wet patch there. Reis' throat bobs as he swallows, before he looks up at me through his long, dark eyelashes.
“Are you sure?” he whispers huskily.
“Don’t you want to make it up to me?” I tilt my head with a bratty smirk, leaning back on my hands expectantly.
“I do. Fuck, I do,” he growls. Reis slips his hands gently up the outsides of my thighs, causing goosebumps to break out after his fingers. He moves under the boxers I stole, and he makes this grunt-groan when he finds out I’m not wearing anything underneath.
I want to hear that soundagain.
Lifting my hips so he can pull everything off me, leaving me naked except for Adam’s shirt.
Reis sits back on his heels, looking at me – at the most sensitive part of me; open and wet for him, with reverence. His reaction makes me feel confident, so I fan my legs out and spread myself so that he can seeeverything. As I do that, his shoulders dip so low it looks like he’s going to fall to the ground.
“Oh my god,” he groans.
“Show me how sorry you are,” I lift my chin as I speak. Talk about feeling fucking empowered.
Reis nods excitedly and wraps his arms around my thighs, lifting me up so my back hits the mattress and I’m folded in half.
“I’ve been thinking about this since I was seventeen,” he whispers against my pussy.
“Well then,” I say with a catch in my breath, breaking the facade that I’m not affected by him at all because, my fucking god, I’m about to melt. “Show meexactlywhat you thought about.”
“Gladly,” he says, and dives in. His lips on my pussy make me jump before I fall back against the bed with a moan leaving mylips. Reis' bending me in half–knees to my chest–and I can see every expression on his face, every flicker of his eyes as he drinks in the view of me spread before him. My fingers hold his around my thighs, and I help him keep my thighs up while digging my nails into the back of his hands.
I washed off before I left Markus' room this morning, but if he can taste anything but me, Reis doesn’t comment. And that thought makes my eyes roll back further.
“Fuck, Melody, sing for me, come on, baby girl,” he groans, slipping in tongue into my opening so deeply and licking upwards inside so his tongue finds that perfect spot.What the hell?My eyes roll back and I moan loudly.
“Don’t stop, Reis, right there,” I cry out his name and my walls clench around his tongue. Reis' growl vibrates against my clit and I buck into his hold.
He leans back just enough for me to see his eyes, dark and hungry, as his chin shines in the light. He’s covered inmeand looks… fucking predatory.
Deliriously hot.
“You’re going to listen to me and do what I say, understand?” he commands, voice lowering incredibly deep. His voice is so dark, I almost don’t recognize it. But when one of his eyebrows lifts like he’s challenging me not to question him, I melt.
“Yes,” I squeak, nodding.
“Lay back, hands touch the headboard, legs stay open. I’m going to fuck you so hard you’re never going to think of leaving us,” Reis growls, pulling his shirt off over his head in one smooth motion.
“I wasn’t–” Thank fuck I have a birth control implant. It's definitely getting a workout today.
“Now,” he snaps and I jump into action, scrambling backwards until my head hits the pillow. Reaching back, I findthe hard wood of the headboard and wrap my fingers around the top. “Look at you. Good girl.”
My eyes close as I try to minimize my reaction to those words, but he catches it.
Of course he does.
“You like that? Being my good girl?” His hands slide up my spread legs as his words wash over me, a soft moan leaving my lips. “Yeah, you like it.”
“I like it,” I repeat, nodding quickly.
“Keep listening and following directions, and I’ll call you my good girl all day long.” He leans down, punctuating his words with a kiss to my upper thigh while his fingertips trace my seam. “You’re so wet, baby. Is all this for me?”
I nod quickly, speaking breathlessly, “All for you.”
