Page 29 of Seducing Cinderella

“There’s still a proper way to perform illicit acts.” With a wicked grin and a devilish glint in his eye he said, “And I’m going to show you exactly how it’s done.”

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Reid soaked up her innocent reaction like the desert would a long-awaited rain. He’d never been with anyone like her. He’d always dated fast and ready girls who knew what they were doing and what he was about: no-strings-attached sex.

Lucie was refreshing and so damn responsive. He loved keeping her on the edge, always wondering what he’d do next, and then shocking her—and sometimes even himself—with his next move.

He lowered himself so he was partially draped over her, but still held himself up enough that he wasn’t crushing her with his weight. She was such a little slip of a thing, fine and delicate and utterly beautiful. He couldn’t understand why she thought herself so plain.

Soft gray eyes with striations of charcoal gazed at him with the unfocused glaze of lust. He brushed her bangs to the side and planted a light kiss on the tiny heart-shaped freckle, then watched her lashes flutter closed on a sigh as he kissed a path to her lips.

Using pressure, he encouraged her to open to him and swept his tongue inside to tangle with hers, moving over and around as their lips laid claim to the other. Her hands came up to frame his ribs and when he rocked his hips, grinding his cock against her, her fingers dug into his sides. The sharp bite of her nails scratching his skin lit his nerves up like fireworks.

The lace of her bra rasped against his sensitive nipples and he groaned as they tightened from the sensation. As good as it felt, he’d rather have it gone. Reaching behind her with one hand he expertly unhooked the clasp, pulled it off from the front, and whipped it somewhere behind him as he got his first glimpse of her bare breasts.

“Phenomenal,” he rasped. And they were.

They were the perfect size for his hand; small enough to be perky and big enough to have that curved swell on the bottom from their weight. The first thing he thought of was the need to sculpt them. He’d spend hours getting everything just right. The gentle slope from her delicate clavicle to the tips of her dusky rose nipples that puckered when he circled them with the tip of his finger. The fullness underneath that grew even more under the heat of his stare.

Not wasting another second, he bent to place moist kisses around the base of a breast. She arched her back and her breathing quickened. With his tongue he drew lazy patterns, but was careful to stay away from the center, driving her closer to that edge once more. Slowly, he inched his way closer, now tracing the outer line of her areola.

Lucie made a frustrated noise and grabbed his head, trying to direct him to her needy nub, but again Reid made her wait. Though she’d never believe him, holding back from taking her breast was almost just as torturous for him. At last he opened wide and drew as much of her as he could into his mouth. He lashed at her nipple with his tongue and sucked on her like she was his favorite hard candy. She cried out and arched into him, bowing her back. Finally, he released her from his lips with a wet pop.

He repeated the entire process on the other side, worshiping her breast with his mouth while his hands roamed over her satin skin. Satisfied she’d been properly ravished above the waist, he homed in on the location of his next conquest.

Raising up on his knees, he used his hands to push her legs further apart to reveal dark pink lips glistening with her honey. Unable to resist, he parted them with his thumbs to gaze at the source, her inner walls tightening, desperate for something to hold on to.

Dragging his gaze away he saw the self-conscious look in her eyes. “Everything about you is fucking beautiful. But you look too empty.” Holding her gaze he slid his thumbs in to circle the rim of her opening. “Do you want me to fill you up, baby?”

She no sooner gave him a nod than he plunged both of his thumbs inside as far as they could go. She cried out as her pelvis shot off the pillows, her hands fisting in the ones unlucky enough to be under them. Her response fueled the fire inside of him until his core felt molten. When her hips lowered once more he rewarded her by thrusting his thumbs, putting pressure on her inner walls with every withdrawal.

He watched as her juices ran out, dripping down the crevice to her ass, and a deep thirst for her suddenly overwhelmed him. Repositioning himself lower, Reid began kissing her inner thighs.

“No, you don’t have to—”

“Yes, I do.” If he didn’t get his mouth on her in the next few seconds, he’d go crazy. “I really do.”

Just as he was about to descend, her hand cupped his chin preventing him from going anywhere. “No, what I mean is, it doesn’t do anything for me, so you don’t have to do it.”

It took him several seconds to process what she’d just said. It doesn’tdo anythingfor her? Either her ex was a total fuckup in the oral department or—no, he wasn’t even going to finish that. He’d bet his UFC contract the dude was a fuckup.

He encircled her wrist, pulled her hand from his face, and placed a kiss in her palm as he stared into her eyes. He needed her to see the truth in his as he spoke. “I need to taste you, Lucie. I’m dying to have you on my tongue, in my mouth. And I will guarantee that what I’m about to do will do plenty for you.”

Reid didn’t give her the chance to debate the outcome with him. He dipped down and licked a path from the bottom all the way up, adding a bit of pressure when he got to her clit. She cried out and her hips tried to jackknife, but he held her in place so she couldn’t screw with his aim. She tasted like the sweetest of nectars. He could happily spend the rest of the night between her legs.

Over, around, and straight up the middle, he kept his tongue in constant motion, breaking it up with kisses and nibbles. He paid attention to every moan, every whimper, learning what she liked and what drove her positively fricking insane.

Sweat covered her body, her breasts heaved with her short breaths, her head thrown back and eyes squeezed tight. She was a sight like no other, writhing in the throes of passion. But there was something that would make it even better. For both of them.

“Lucie, baby.” He waited for the rasp of his voice to penetrate her lust-clouded mind. A moment later her lashes fluttered and her silver irises stared back at him. “Raise yourself up on your elbows. I want you to watch what I’m doing to this sweet pussy of yours.”

Slowly she did as he asked until she was propped up. With her legs bent and spread wide and her ass on a large pillow she had the perfect view. She’d been close to the edge before he’d stopped. Now it was time to bring her right to it and keep her there until she begged him to bring her over the other side. A devilish smile lifted a corner of his mouth as he once again sank between her legs.

This time he made sure to keep his head angled to the side so he didn’t block her view. With the tip of his tongue he teased her outer lips for several strokes before finally burrowing in to find the swollen nub that had her raking in a sharp breath at first contact.

Adding to the sensation he slid a thick finger deep into her pussy and pumped it in and out as his tongue alternately circled around and flicked over her clit. Her eyes looked like liquid silver on fire. Her breathing became labored through parted lips.

“Oh, God…Reid.” She started shaking her head. “I can’t— You have to—”

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