When his tongue slips out and seeks entrance against the seam of my mouth, I open for him, welcoming the glide of his tongue over mine. We let out simultaneous groans, and I feel my nipples pebble through the thin fabric of my top.
My hand slips around his waist, and I anchor our bodies together with my palm against his back. When I feel him hardenagainst my stomach, my brain short circuits with little sizzles and pops that seem to override any rational thoughts. But who the hell needs pesky-ass thoughts when you’re kissing Reno Swain?
I arch my back to press my belly against his length, andoh… What a length it is. Even beneath our layers of clothes, I can feel that he’s… substantial. The noise he makes from the back of his throat vibrates into my mouth, a feral hum wrapped in lust and need.
Gliding his hand down my spine, Reno brushes briefly over my ass on his way to my knee, which he grasps and pulls over his hip. His thick cock nestles between my legs, directly against my heated center, and my hips move of their own accord in small, pulsing thrusts.
I’ve never been so attracted to a man in my entire life. I’ve never met a guy and instantly wanted to take him to bed. It usually takes a few dates so I can get to know him better, but what I do know of Reno Swain, I’m drawn to. On top of being hotter than a Hemsworth, he’s also sweet and funny, a man I can laugh and joke with.
Our chemistry bursts around us in lively bubbles, and my hand ends up in his soft curls as he deepens the kiss. Reno is a stellar kisser, not too wet, not too eager, only a strong confidence that turns me right the hell on. But I want more.Needmore.
With a little moan, I tug at him and roll to my back. He follows without complaint, wedging his hips between my thighs as he covers me with his big body.
Our tongues twist and dance as our lower bodies segue into a slow rocking motion that positions the head of his dick directly against my clit. I draw my knees up and lock my ankles around his waist as he sets a rhythm. Forward. Back. Circle.
Reno pulls back with a long, delicious suck before pressing soft kisses to each corner of my mouth.
“Is this okay?” he asks, those stunning green eyes glued to mine.
Answering his question without words, I rub against his hardness in a dirty grind that draws a low groan from his chest.
“Fuck, baby. I’ve never needed someone like this,” he says, mirroring my thoughts from a couple minutes ago. Thankfully he doesn’t stop that forward, back, circle motion that’s driving me wild. “You’re making me lose my mind.”
“You’re not the only one,” I pant. Damn, I’m seriously close to coming already. “This is even better than in my fantasies.”
Realizing what I’d just said, I start to backtrack when the biggest grin covers Reno’s face. “You fantasize about me, dream girl?”
My eyes roll away so I don’t have to look at his damn handsome face. “Yes, okay? Are you happy? I thought about you as inspiration while I was writing yesterday.”
I didn’t think it was possible, but his cock seems to thicken between my legs, as if my admission turns him on. “Please tell me it was a sex scene.”
Hearing the word sex from his lips is an aphrodisiac for me, and I lift my hips from the blanket. “Can we stop talking about this and get back to what we were doing before?”
He rests on one arm and uses his other hand to gently grip my jaw until I can’t help but meet his eyes. “Tell me.”
“They were spicy scenes,” I admit.
“Do you need more… inspiration?” That question is accompanied by a firm thrust against my sex that almost pushes me over the edge.
“Yes. Please,” I breathe.
Reno tilts my head to the side and kisses his way across to my ear. “What’s your next sex scene about?” The scrape of his teeth across a particularly tender spot on the side of my neck has my eyes rolling back in my head.
“He’s going to hump her like a ladybug,” I pant.
“Aha, got it. I think ladybug is the new doggy,” he murmurs with a chuckle against my flesh. “I’m confident I can help you with that.”
Oh, I’ll just bet you can, I think. Reno’s hip action is nothing short of elite, and I’m sure he could fuck a woman until she went cross-eyed.
Speaking of hips, he rolls his and drags his length up and down my denim-covered slit, and a shudder passes through my entire body. I’m so wet, I’m probably leaving a damp spot on the front of his charcoal cargo shorts, but I find it hard to care because…
“Reno, I’m almost there,” I whimper, desperate to tip over the edge of my orgasm and—
Suddenly he’s gone, and my confused body aches for his weight on top of me again. Prying open my heavy eyelids, I find him stretched out beside me, breathing heavily through gritted teeth.
“Someone’s coming,” he tells me.
“And it was almost me,” I snipe a second before I hear voices coming up the trail. Then I giggle. “Oh, you mean coming, notcoming.”
