Reign on Me

by Zoe Devereaux

  “I love playing with you. You’re so fucking hot, sweet, and wet,” he rasped unsteadily, and his strokes became even more sinful and deeper. “Fuck, what are you doing to me? I don’t even know if I can hold myself together.”

  “Please,” she whispered again. “Don’t stop.”

  . As he stroked the clit again, she let out a deep moan. With his fingers, he stroked her deeper. Suddenly, the cotton panties were too much of a barrier. “Lift your ass up,” he breathed heavily, halting his sinful movements. “I think that it’s time to take these off.”

  Weakened, breathing fast, she lifted her hips from the bed. The throbbing but pleasing pain between her moist thighs was especially intense. As he pushed the panties from her hips on down to her knees, she couldn’t suppress her deep shudder of need.

  “Now, where were we?” he growled low, shifting in the bed. Then, he smiled wickedly against her head as he cupped her wet heat. “I think we’re getting to the good part.”

  This time, he palmed the aching flesh, kneading it with a deep slowness. With a blinding eagerness, her body sought the scandalous touch, and she writhed against his hand. “Oh, please…Reign…”

  “What baby?” he asked thickly, teasing her clit again, and response, her sticky wetness bathed his fingers. In a circular motion, he massaged the tiny nub with the pad of his thumb. Then, he flicked his finger along it in a fast motion. “What do you want from me?”

  Taking in a ragged breath, she bit her lip, and then, she trembled against him violently. “I---I want you to keep touching me like this. Never stop---oh…oh….”

  “Just keep feeling it,” he breathed against her head, and she sensed that he was barely maintaining control. “Concentrate on it and nothing more.”

  At that very moment, he slowly slipped two fingers inside of her. She tensed as they met the thin barrier. “Relax, I won’t hurt you,” he murmured gently. “I’m going to stretch your hymen. It’ll be a little bit uncomfortable at first.”

  He tightened his hold around her waist as he stretched the area. As his finger broke through, she tensed against him with a soft gasp.

  “Are you okay?” he asked with concern. But, still, he kept his fingers buried inside of her.

  “Yes.”

  “Just relax against me,” Reign said softly, keeping his fingers still. “Get used to the feel of something being inside of you.” He smiled against her head. “Trust me. After this initial discomfort, you’re going to feel like you’re flying.”

  And he was right, she realized, moments later. Now, a pleasing sensation was sweeping through her body at his intrusion. Releasing a soft sigh, she made a subtle move.

  Easily, he sensed her quiet request, and then, he began stroking her gently. “How does that feel?”

  “Good,” she whispered, dazed, and as she looked across the room, nothing seemed clear. She was too lost in the dark sensual fantasy that’d suddenly sprung to life. Her eyes dropped to the hand that fed the madness, and the sight of her naked response nearly obliterated her. But, her thoughts became fractured as he stroked her deeper, and her breaths escaped in a frantic rush. “Reign….oh…oh…”

  She bit her lip.

  But, her desperate moan broke free.

  The feel of his fingers inside of her was hurtling her toward a pleasurable plateau that she’d never ventured to before. With his every stroke, her senses were finely attuned. Tensing, she held her breath and gripped the sheets tightly in her hand. Yet, there was no escaping the building pleasure that she was experiencing.

  “Breathe,” he rasped unsteadily, and his own dark needs were palpable. “Let your body guide you. Let your sensual instincts determine what happens to your body.”

  Still, he stroked her slowly.

  Suddenly, it wasn’t enough.

  “Please, don’t stop,” she whispered, arching her head back until she met his hazel green eyes. The rush of sensual feelings nearly blinded her. “It feels so good.”

  At that moment, he buried his fingers deeper.

  She let out a deep moan.

  Closed her eyes against the rising pleasure…

  His pleasurable assault was deadly to her senses as he continued the slow rhythm. Frantic, breathing fast, she mentally absorbed his every stroke. But, as the pleasure overtook her, all coherent thought fled within the scorching moment.

  His breaths were hoarse and ragged as he fingered her deep. Against her bare hip, she felt his hard erection, and it was apparent that he was fighting to prolong his own reaction. “Fuck,” he hissed, parting his thighs wider, and then made a scandalous stroke against her hips. A guttural groan of pleasure left his lips. “Damn it, woman---I want you.”

  As he increased his strokes inside her moist well, he moved behind her, and soon, they both were lost in their wicked game.

  “Reign,” she whispered breathlessly, feeling her climax rising, and clenched her thighs against his hand. “Oh….oh….oh….”

  In a blinding rush, her violent climax came, and as she exploded, her hot wetness bathed his fingers. But, she wasn’t the only one left broken, she realized, feeling his hard body jerk violently behind her. As his own climax rocked him, he palmed her wet heat. Gasping with pleasure, she absorbed the shock of pure bliss, and their deep cries came simultaneously.

  Together, they embraced their in-between.

  Chapter 5

  In the late of night, a quiet calmness claimed her as she lay sprawled across his chest. Oddly, it was greatly comforting lying on top of him with his arms wrapped so tightly around her. Was it crazy to say that she felt safe and protected? Well, she did. Closing her eyes, she listened to his thudding heartbeat, and for some reason or another, she was soothed by it. The steady rise and fall of his chest meant that he was fast asleep. That was a good thing, considering that she was still grappling with what had transpired between them.

  Weeks ago, when she’d decided to venture upon this sexual odyssey, she’d taken painstaking measures. She’d gone to the OBGYN for her annual as well as sought birth control. Not only that, she’d read countless articles in women’s magazines about the joys of sex. Yet, of all the things that she’d discovered, nothing had prepared her for this.

  The breathless wonder…

  A wild abandonment…

  A feeling of intense pleasure that was indescribable…

  Her face grew warm.

  More than once, he’d touched her all over.

  The feel of his fingers against her skin, she thought, inhaling a deep breath. It’d driven her to the point of a thrilling madness. Though, she’d touched herself and masturbated before, it was different when he touched her. He’d elicited a desperate and needy response that’d been completely foreign to her. As her body had peaked at every orgasm, she’d lost complete control, to the very point of joyous weeping.

  While they actually hadn’t gone through the act of actual penetration---that is with him being inside of her---the sexual experience had been incredible.

  How could it not be, she mulled, growing hot all over?

  Considering that she was literally with the hottest and sexiest man alive.

  Yet, there was something else about him.

  A something that went way past his physical features and charm…

  There was a light in his eyes.

  Like a helpless moth, she was drawn to it.

  Whenever she looked into them, she was hurled into a vicious storm. Yet, there was a deep understanding that he existed in the tempest with her. For every time a violent orgasm had gripped her, his hazel green eyes had hypnotized her. Within the haze, just as she revealed herself, she caught a rare glimpse of him.

  Beneath the façade, a real man existed.

  Don’t ask her how she knew it, she just did, she decided, snuggling closer. For 6 more nights, with all hope, she’d see more of the real man. If just for a little, she wanted this experience to be real, and she’d cling to the memories forever.

  A contented sigh left her a
s she opened her eyes. She moved slightly and settled more comfortably against him. Her subtle movement caused him to stir a little, and she stiffened in surprise as his hold tightened. But, then, she smiled at the sound of his soft snore. Relaxing against him, she stared out the window.

  The stars lit the sky.

  Heaven was clearly bright.

  Everything just seemed to be in perfect order.

  Tonight, as twisted and unethical as it was, it seemed right.

  They were right.

  Satisfied and content, she drifted off to sleep.

  ***

  A real epiphany always comes at the rarest of moments and when least expected. At the dawn of the early morning hours, he accepted that reality as he tightened his hold on the warm body. Cradling her close, he held her as she slept.

  Damn, he sighed, closing his eyes.

  How was it possible that an encounter with this shy woman creature would force his eyes open and evoke such an intense need inside of him? In the last months, he’d experienced the stirrings of the need for a possible new beginning---one where he’d finally forsake the sinful lifestyle that he’d been leading.

  Hell, he was tired of the game.

  For the first time in a long time, he wanted life to be real, not a false shield of breathing instead of living.

  She, he mulled, brushing a soft kiss against her head. She was the one that’d finally forced him to come to grips with those thoughts.

  At that moment, she murmured unintelligibly before snuggling closer to him. As she did, he pulled her closer against his chest.

  Last night, he’d stared innocence in the face, and for so long, he’d been trapped in a world of darkness where it failed to exist.

  They’d fallen into an all out masturbation soiree. After awhile, within their shrouded lair, he’d lost counts of the times he’d slipped his fingers inside of her hot, sticky well, pumping them inside her until she’d fallen apart. With his lips, he trailed a wet path along her skin, and all the while, he’d memorized every delicate inch of her body. As he’d played with her, he’d jacked off, and he’d selfishly claimed his own earth-shattering releases.

  It’d been that soulfully personal.

  That privately intense…

  They’d engaged on a level that’d been foreign to him until now, and their encounters had been unlike any other that he’d experienced within these walls. With her, it’d been intense and all too real---not a script where he’d carefully planned his next mechanical move.

  No, he’d been held captive within the hot, forbidden sensual world as she’d been.

  He held her tighter.

  Quickly and easily, without a doubt, she was becoming his sweet addiction. During the dark hours of the night, as they’d ventured on the sensual discovery together, they’d connected on a deep and primitive level. For every time that their eyes connected or as he’d taken in her broken pleas and whispers, he’d found himself dropping his emotional guard.

  And just how long, hell, when, had he ever done that with another human being, he thought, resting his chin against her head and squeezed his eyes tightly closed.

  In the mere hours that they’d been together, she stirred something inside him deep.

  He sobered.

  But, he was anything but a fool.

  The very prospect of him living a real life and being normal…In his dark world of pain, the possibility of it was as fleeting as catching a whisper on the wind.

  And change, he mulled distractedly, it was difficult to make.

  Not only that, scary as hell.

  Yet, this woman creature represented everything, he decided quickly, looking across the room, and stared out at the new dawning morning. And that was freedom---freedom to be himself and no one else.

  In these next days, when they were together, he was going to selfishly seize the freedom that she offered.

  ***

  At exactly 9:23 am, the ray of bright sunlight filtered into the room and announced the presence of a beautiful spring morning. As it slipped through the soft fabric and fell across the bed, a contented smile curled her lips, and somehow she managed to break from the final remnants of sleep.

  She stretched lazily beneath the satin sheets before giving a sleepy yawn. But, upon hearing the running shower, she stilled as realization hit.

  This certainly wasn’t her hotel room!

  Last night’s euphoria was quickly dissipating!

  She looked around the expensively decorated room, and the rush of memories came flooding back. Last night, here in this very room, she’d fallen headfast into a dark, sinful, and sensual world. Her blinding lust had been her sole motivator. In the arms of a stranger, she’d revealed her innermost and darkest carnal secrets.

  A soft gasp escaped her as she stared unseeingly across the room, and she couldn’t control her trembling.

  The remembrance of her raw needs still literally breathed in the room. Even now, her desperate cries and pleas echoed within the walls, and her skin was aflame because of his burning touch. Again, she was reminded of the mind-blowing orgasms that’d rocked her soul throughout the dark hours. As he’d foretold, there was no room for secrecy between them, and helplessly, she’d opened herself to feelings and emotions that’d been restrained for far too long.

  And they’d connected…

  Her thoughts about that notion hadn’t changed at all from last night. In fact, those assertions were growing stronger in the morning hours. Still, she felt incredibly close to him. But, just why and how was that even possible? Perhaps it was because she’d fantasized about him for weeks on end? Or the fact that he’d practically became a permanent fixture in her daily life as she’d studied his bio and picture on the escort site for hours on end.

  No…

  It’d been more than that.

  On some primitive level, it felt like they belonged, and somehow, fate had set the circumstances in place so that they could connect.

  “What am I doing?” she sighed, closing her eyes against the realities of the day. “I need to stop with these crazy, idealistic fantasies.” The disappointment filled her further. “Truth is, I hired this hot, sexy man to have sex with me. It’s not like he actually really wanted to be with me, and that’s the biggest reality check yet.”

  “Oh my gosh, I’ve got to get out of here,” she murmured quickly, clutching the sheet against her body, and scurried from the bed. Then, she cast an anxious glance towards the door.

  She slumped over in relief.

  The shower was still running which meant that she had time to escape open scrutiny from her forbidden lover. Surely, there was no point in him realizing her naivety and reckless desire to be with him.

  “Where’s my underwear?” she mulled out loud, combing a hand through her unkempt hair. As her eyes fell on the mussed bed again, she stilled.

  A warm flush spread over her body.

  She wanted to be with him again.

  Wanted him to put his hand inside of her…to play with her until she was dripping wet…

  “Stop doing this. Last night, it was foolish of me to make more out of this than what it is,” she chastised and shook her head. But, still, it did little to sway her rising disappointment. “For him---it was all business. And there’s no point in hanging around and shaming myself further.”

  She pushed the canopy curtain aside and began searching the floor for her brassiere and panties. To no surprise, the items were scattered on the floor at the bed’s foot.

  She let the sheet fall to the floor. Then, bending over she stepped into the white cotton panties before pulling them up her hips. Her hands shook as she grabbed the bra. “Come on,” she said, exasperated, and fumbled with the delicate piece. She slipped the straps onto her arms, and then worked to close the front clasp. When she missed the small hook, she let out a small curse. “Damn it.” But, then, to her relief, she managed to insert the tiny clasp.

  “Don’t tell me that you were going to leave without even as mu
ch as a good morning.”

  The sound of his suave tone was enough to knock her off the equilibrium scale of reality.

  She whirled around to face him.

  Instantly, at the sight of him, she was struck speechless. If she thought him to be gorgeous last night, she’d been dead wrong. For the creature before her now was masculine perfection.

  Their gazes held.

  They both sensed their immediate connection.

  But, he was the first to break their intense connection as the mask dropped over his face, and now his expression was totally unreadable. His mouth upturned in a lazy, sexy grin. “You’ve already damaged my fragile ego, so I suppose you’re going after hurting my feelings as well.”

  She inhaled a sharp breath.

  Dear goodness…

  Except for the bath towel that hugged his hips, he wore nothing else.

  He was dripping wet from the shower.

  The tiny water droplets clung to his natural black curls while beads of the wet moisture glistened on his light tanned skin. In the daylight hours, his hazel green eyes were especially intense, and now, they regarded her with keen interest.

  As her eyes slid down his body, she swallowed hard. Definitely, he put the capital F I N E in fine. His perfectly built physique was physical proof of long hours well spent at the gym. All of his muscles were ripped and popped in the right places. And down low, she mulled, flushing hot from the roots of her hair down to her toes. As he’d put it last night, his male sex was perfectly ‘endowed’, for his hardness bulged beneath the towel.

  Her face warmed further.

  Of course, it’d be the most powerful weapon that he’d wield against her once he took her, and he’d assault her feminine senses until they were obscured and staunched in a new scandalous reality.

  That very prospect thrilled her to the core.

  At her continued silence, an irresistible grin split his handsome face. “Well, I’ll be damned. There’s no limit to your level of cruelty is it, woman? My ego is no longer intact and my feelings are damaged beyond repair. Now, you slay me with silence. Have some mercy on me, why don’t you.”