Page 91 of Off Camera
I exhale, my limbs relaxing as he holds himself over me. His free hand rubs a circle over my stomach and I moan, sinking into the sensation as he pulls out of me then presses back in.
“Reid,” I whisper, needing him closer. Needing more of him. I wrap my arms around his neck and yank him to me so his chestis against mine. It’s only been a few days since I last saw him, but it feels like an eternity. “More.”
“You want to try four, beauty queen?” he asks, teeth grazing down my neck. “To get you nice and ready for my cock?”
“I can do it,” I say, and he kisses my throat. “I want to try.”
“You tell me if you want me to stop. If it’s too much.”
I never want him to stop.
“Okay.”
“I won’t hurt you. I promise.”
“I know,” I whisper, closing my eyes. “I know you won’t.”
Reid kisses me again, and I know he’s distracting me. Pulling my attention from the inevitable burst of pain I’m going to feel before it starts to feel good. The hand on my stomach moves to my clit and rubs soft, slow circles as he gently works four fingers into me.
My vision blurs, and I cry out. I arch my back off the bed, a deep ache settling low in my belly as he stops halfway inside me and kisses my forehead.
“Okay?” he asks.
“Give me a sec,” I pant, and his lips move to my cheek, kissing there too.
Tears sting my eyes, but the longer he waits for me to give him the okay to keep going, the better it feels. The more at ease I am, and the pain subsides. I lie back on the mattress and Reid follows me, crowding my space.
“I could come from this,” he tells me. “I’ve never—Christ, Ave. You’re?—”
I grab the back of his neck and bring his mouth to mine, kissing him. He whimpers, and I can’t help but smile.
“Make me come, Reid. Make me come, and I’ll let you come inside me.”
“Fucking hell,” he whispers, long fingers working me to the brink of ecstasy. “Never heard such a good incentive before in my life.”
I’m close,so close, and when he moves his wrist and gets even deeper inside me, I detonate.
I fall over the edge, a mess of garbled sounds and his name on the tip of my tongue. I chant it, the only coherent thought left in my brain. When I think I’m finished, tapped out and thoroughly spent, Reid coaxes another orgasm out of me with his tongue. It’s quicker than the first, a bolt of lightning that sends me freefalling again, and I can’t remember my name.
He doesn’t give me any reprieve, though. His fingers slide out of me and I reach for him, desperate for him to fill me again. His palms move to my hips, turning me onto my stomach and lifting me on all fours. I’m a boneless heap of heightened senses and electrified nerves, but he doesn’t seem to care that he’s doing all the work.
“Are you ready for my cock now?” he asks, his body folded over mine. “Do you need a breather?”
“Fuck me,” I whisper, bracing myself for the thrust of his hips. “And don’t be gentle.”
Reid grunts, a sound of agreement he punctuates with the push of his long length inside me. I gather myself, wanting to make this as good for him as he’s made it for me, and I work down his shaft, inch by inch, until we’re fused together.
“Goddamn, Ave. Look at you taking all of me.”
I rock forward then sink back on him, fucking him how I know he likes to be fucked. His fingers dig into my skin, but he’s letting me be the one in control.
We lose ourselves in each other. Maybe it’s five minutes. Maybe it’s five hours. Time seems irrelevant, because every second with him is complete and total perfection. We find therhythm we both like, the slam of his hips enough to topple me over, but he’s there, an arm around me, keeping me upright.
I hear how wet I am, how much I like being here with him, and I tighten around his cock. Reid groans and his legs tremble, and I know he’s trying to hold back.
“Reid,” I say, guiding his hand to my neck. He hesitates for a fraction of a second before touching my throat, and I smile even though he can’t see me. “What are you waiting for?”
“I. Don’t. Know.” Each word is emphasized with a thrust, and my breath catches in my chest. “Is it still okay if I?—”
