by Eden Bradley
She came in a torrent, her sex grabbing hard around his cock. Pulsing. Electric. And all the time she could feel him holding back, on the brink himself, making her own orgasm more intense, stunning her.
Suddenly, he flipped her over, plunged into her again before she had a chance to think about it.
“I need to see your face when I come,” he rasped out. “I need to feel you. Be with you.”
“Yes. Please.”
And while her body still shuddered with climax, he thrust into her, bringing new waves of sensation. His gaze was hard on hers, those blue, blue eyes looking into hers, seeing her. And her heart swelled, reached out to him. Connected.
He pounded into her, each sharp motion of his hips bringing her exquisitely close to the edge once more. He was close himself. She could feel every lance of sensation as though it were her own. Still he held back, waited for her to reach again for her own peak.
And when she came once more, he was coming, too. Body to body, mind to mind. Her pleasure, his, it didn’t matter. It was all the same, rolling over them both in a hot and powerful tide. It went on and on, a relentless wave that reached deep into her body. Into her being. Into her soul.
The lazy aftermath of sex had never felt so good. Her limbs were liquid, tingling. And the sex itself…well, it was incomparable. That final moment when he’d locked gazes with her she’d been so much a part of him, and he’d been a part of her, in a way she’d never experienced before. She’d never had this odd intensity of connection, this exchange of body, heart. Soul. She knew she never would again, not with anyone else. And she wasn’t scared this time, because he was right there with her.
Reece.
He wasn’t a stranger to her now. Maybe he never really had been. The idea fought against every ounce of logic in her. But despite what logic was telling her, she’d been right there. She’d felt it. And she knew the truth.
He lay stretched out on his side next to her, one arm looped over her hip. She noticed for the first time how the muted glow of lamplight tipped the dark hair on his forearms in auburn. Turning, she took in his face, his features relaxed, his eyes closed. Reaching out, she traced the tender skin of his eyelid with her fingertip. Stirring, his eyes fluttered open, and her stomach quivered as that bright blue gaze caught hers. The quiver turned into a warm rolling wave that spread throughout her body when he smiled.
“Hi, darlin’.”
“Hi.”
He reached up and stroked the tip of her breast with one finger. Her nipples sprang to attention.
“Randy little thing, are you?” he teased.
“Only with you. A lot of things are different with you.”
“Yeah, aren’t they? Do you want to talk about it?”
She shook her head, her curls brushing her bare shoulders. She was hyper-aware of everything, as though being with Reece made her nerve endings more raw, more open to touch. “Not now. Not yet.”
“There’ll be plenty of time to figure it out later.”
“I was hoping you’d say that.” She snuggled into his chest and breathed him in. He smelled of the earth, but also faintly of the rain still falling outside. And he smelled of sex. Of come, his and her own.
She smoothed a hand over his chest. His heart drummed a steady beat beneath her palm.
“This is real,” she said quietly.
“Yes.”
“That’s all I need to know right now.”
“Come here.”
He used his arm to gather her close, pulling her tight against him. His body was long, strong lines, hard-packed muscle. And his cock was hard again. She arched her hips against his heavy erection, felt it jerk and pulse in return.
“And you call me the randy one. And where on earth did you get the term ‘randy’, anyway?”
“From my Nan.”
“Ah, it’s back to the grandmothers again. It feels totally inappropriate to discuss anyone’s grandmother at the moment.”
“You asked.”
“Sometimes I need to shut up.”
“I know just the trick.”
Reece leaned in and crushed his lips to hers, those lush lips of his, so soft and warm they made her melt inside. The melting turned into a simmering liquid as he thrust his tongue into her mouth. And when he slipped a hand between her legs and found her damp cleft, she went soaking wet.
“I like that you’re always ready for me, darlin’.”
He slipped a few fingers inside her, and her inner walls clenched around them. Using his thumb, he massaged her clit in lazy circles. Pleasure was like lightning in her system, hot and sharp. She was ready to explode almost instantly. But she wanted him with her, inside her, when she came.
Again, he seemed to read her mind.
“Not yet, my darlin’ girl. But I am going to fuck you.”
“Yes!”
“And we’ll have to make it a little dirty because of that grandmother comment.”
She laughed at his wicked grin. And her sex gave an anticipatory squeeze.
Reece grabbed her around the waist and rolled until she was on top of him. He sheathed himself in a condom, then encircled her waist with his hands. Raising her up, he impaled her on his thick shaft.
She groaned with the heat and the size of his hard cock. With the dual sensations of her own pleasure and his. He used his hands to guide her, up, then down again, filling her almost to bursting. Shivers raced through her, up her spine, deep inside her.
“Oh…”
“Not yet,” he commanded, and pulled her up, his cock slipping out of her.
Using his hands again, he held her still while he slid down until his face was beneath her open and aching pussy. Her thighs quivered simply thinking about what he was going to do to her.
Reece used his fingers to spread her pussy lips apart. She’d never felt so open, so exposed. And his fingers on her were too good. If only he’d move them an inch or two higher…
“You’re eager, are you?” he teased, massaging her swollen lips, manipulating them, sliding inward, teasing at the edges of her opening.
She shivered, wanting to come simply from having him look at her this way, being open to him. She let her head fall back, closed her eyes. And almost jumped when his tongue shot out and flicked against her hole. But it was too good, and she surged down, wanting his whole mouth on her.
“Not yet,” he said once more.
He licked again, then shoved his tongue into her.
“God, Reece…”
Her thighs shook as he used his tongue to thrust in and out of her like a small, wet cock. And she swore she could taste the flavor of her own juices.
She angled her hips, wanting his mouth on her aching clit. She found if she concentrated, she could feel the pulsing beat of his cock as if it were her own, heavy between her thighs. Wanting, filling, growing thick with the same aching need that thrummed in her clitoris, throughout her body.
“More.” The demand slipped from her lips.
He laughed, then sat up, picked her up bodily and carried her through the house.
She wrapped her arms around his neck and held on. “Where are we going?”
“The bedroom isn’t nearly dirty enough. And I did promise you dirty.”
He carried her down the hallway and into the kitchen, where a light over the stove illuminated the room in a faint glow.
“What to do with you?” Reece muttered, making her sex throb at the thought.
“Anything. Everything.” She bit his neck.
God, he smelled good. Tasted even better. Like man and sex and him.
He deposited her on the top of the kitchen table. The granite was a shock of cold against her skin.
“Reece! This thing is freezing.”
“I’ll warm you up.”
He pushed her down on her back, encircled her waist with his hands and slid her to the edge. Then he seated himself in a chair between her legs and parted her thighs, draping her legs over his shoulders.
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��ve never seen a lovelier sight,” he said in hushed tones.
She felt completely open to him in every way. She would have done anything he wanted. But at this moment she wanted this, too. Wanted him to see her. Wanted even more for him to touch her.
He brushed his fingers over her cleft, used them to spread her pussy lips open. Her whole body shuddered, and her sex flooded once more with a new wave of soaking wet heat.
“You’re all smooth and glistening.” He used his thumbs to delve inside. “And so damn hot.”
“Please, Reece…”
He leaned in and started in with his mouth, licking and sucking on her clit. Everything felt too good. Even his fingers holding her open felt good. And the cold, hard granite against her back added to the sensation.
She was wet, throbbing, on the edge of orgasm right away. And he didn’t stop, just kept working her, quickly, expertly, pausing only long enough to reach up and push a finger into her mouth.
“Yes, that’s it, darlin’. Take it in, suck on it. Yes.”
He withdrew his finger, and with his mouth on her clit again, he slid that damp finger between her ass cheeks, seeking out her other hole. Yes, she wanted that, too. She moaned, bore downward, opening herself to him in any way she could. Exquisite sensation as he pushed the tip of his finger into her ass, moving it slowly in and out, in rhythm with his hot, sucking mouth.
Her climax rolled over her, crushing in its intensity. Her pussy clenched, her hips thrust into his mouth and she cried out as pleasure shook her, stabbed through her, blinding her.
She was shaking when he stood up, held her thighs wide and slid into her. One smooth motion, slippery and thick, his cock went into her, right to the hilt.
“Ah, God, Reece. Yes. Fuck me.”
He grunted in answer, closed his eyes, let his head fall back. He took a deep lungful of air. She watched his smooth chest expand with it. When he let it out he opened his eyes and pinned her with his gaze.
That’s how she felt—pinned. Impaled. By his pulsing cock. By his eyes, that deep blue gaze hot with lust and something else…
Even as new waves of pleasure swept through her body, her heart surged. There was so much in his eyes. Raw desire, the hot sizzle of pleasure, all of it swimming in that stunning blue.
Impossible to think when he pulled out and surged slowly into her again, driving pleasure deep into her body. Leaning in, he kissed her. And she knew that in the last few moments something had changed.
His lips were velvet soft. Soft and pliant. He deepened the kiss, but it was sweeter than it had been before. Beneath the animal lust between them was something more.
She reveled in his kiss, in everything it made her feel. Her body hummed with pleasure, with the sensation of his cock buried deep, filling her, with the faint impressions of being inside his body. But his kiss, his presence, filled her, too.
When he pulled his mouth away, he murmured against her lips, “Ah, Destiny, what is this?” He pulled back a bit more and looked into her eyes.
“Reece…”
She reached out and laid her hand over his heart. Felt the heavy drum of it beneath her fingertips. And once more she was in his head. There was something different this time, though. She could still feel his body as though she were a part of him, but there was also an unfamiliar rush of rough emotion. It was several moments before she realized she was feeling what was in his heart.
Warmth suffused her body. Her being. And she knew he could feel it, too.
“Destiny.” His voice was low.
“I know.” But did she? What was this exactly?
“I don’t want this to stop here. I want us to be together.” His voice was rough.
“I want that, too. I want you. I want to see what this is between us.”
“There has to be a reason.”
“It’s all just impossible—”
“But it’s not. It’s happening. It’s real.”
He moved inside her to emphasize his point. And again she felt that strange sensation, body to body, pleasure upon pleasure, multiplied.
“I don’t understand it,” he went on. “I don’t have to. All I know is we were meant to be together like this.”
…the merging of two destined souls.
Yes. Perhaps it was exactly as Madame Anna had said. As impossible as it seemed, maybe she was right. The irrefutable evidence was right before her. Inside her. A part of her.
“I need to feel you, Reece.”
He groaned and pushed deeper into her body. Over and over. The pressure built, her body trembled with the sheer pleasure of dual sensation, dual emotions. She let it happen, let it all go finally, until they were two beings so thoroughly entwined she couldn’t tell where one left off and the other began.
It was meant to be like this.
That was her last thought before he tensed inside her, and she tumbled with him over the edge. Body. Heart. Soul.
Epilogue
Destiny stood at the kitchen window watching the rain come down. The drops splattered against the glass, turning into liquid rivulets that reflected the silvery light of the full moon.
“What are you thinking, my darlin’?”
Reece slid his arms around her waist and she turned to him, as charmed as ever by his accent, the fresh, earthy scent of him. He kissed her cheek, then nudged his way down to her neck. A warm shiver ran through her as his lips brushed the sensitive skin there.
“I was thinking how odd it is to be raining in June. And the rain made me think about the day we met.”
“A most amazing day,” he murmured against her throat. “What else?”
“I can’t believe it’s been six months. It’s like I’ve always been here.” But hadn’t it felt like that since the first time she was in Reece’s house? Their house now. “I remember seeing your kitchen for the first time. I had this image…”
“Tell me,” he demanded, trailing his lips up her neck.
“Mmm…you’re very distracting.”
“Tell me anyway.”
His palms slid over her body, cupping her breasts through her cotton sundress. Her nipples hardened, desire a sudden, steady beat between her thighs.
“I’m going to burn dinner.”
He pulled away, grinning at her, and his smile dazzled her, as always. She’d never gotten over his smile, his blue, blue eyes.
“Dinner can wait, woman. I can’t.”
She laughed as he backed her toward the stove and reached behind her to turn off the pasta that had been boiling, sending steam into the air.
“Neither can I. Ever.”
“Come here then. And tell me.”
He pulled her close, brushed her hair from her face. She saw desire in his eyes. And love.
“That first night I sort of…saw myself here, in the kitchen. Cooking. Happy. And here I am.”
“Are you happy, Destiny? Happy here with me?”
She stood on her toes to kiss him, a soft press of her lips on his, the flavor of him lingering as she pulled away. “You know I am.”
“Ah, a challenge then.”
“What do you mean?”
“I’ll have to find a way to make you happier still.”
He grinned a little wickedly, making her smile, making her melt into him. His erection was a solid shaft against her stomach.
“What do you have in mind?”
“I seem to remember putting the kitchen table to certain uses. It’s been too long. What do you say?”
“Yes. To anything.”
He smiled once more, kissed her hard. His tongue slid between her lips, hot and sweet, leaving her breathless, her sex damp, needy.
He pulled back to murmur, “I was hoping you’d say that.”
Taking her hand, he led her to the table. There, he kissed her shoulders before turning her around and bending her over the granite surface and lifting her dress. She was shivering with desire, with anticipation, as he pulled her lace panties down and smoothed his hands over her bare ass.
When he slipped one hand between her thighs and brushed her wet cleft, she sighed.
“Always ready for me, darlin’.”
“Yes…”
He massaged her pussy lips with his fingers and they filled, swelled, ached with need. She tried to arch back into his hand, but he pulled away.
“Please, Reece.”
He bent over her, kissed the back of her neck. “Stay here, don’t move,” he said quietly.
Goose bumps rose on her skin, and she braced her hands against the table, the surface cool on her heated palms. She heard the whisper of his zipper as he undid his jeans. One arm wrapped around her waist, pulling her body close to his. She loved when he held her like this, body to body, making her feel safe. Loved. And she loved the solid weight of his cock against her buttocks, knowing he would be inside her soon.
He leaned over her once more, and she felt his breath in her hair, a ragged pant of desire.
He whispered, “I need you so much. I can barely hold back. Are you ready for me?”
Before she could gather enough breath to answer, he slipped his hand down her stomach and between her thighs, his fingers sunk into her wet heat.
“Oh…God, Reece.”
“So wet for me, darlin’. My beautiful girl.”
He pumped his fingers into her, pleasure arcing through her like an electric current, making her moan. Then he slid his fingers out and used them to press against her clit.
“Reece…I’m going to come.”
“Not yet. Wait until I’m inside you.”
“Yes…”
She bit her lip against the pure pleasure making her sex pulse, throb with the first edges of her climax.
He shifted, using his other hand to spread her pussy lips, and she felt the head of his cock at her entrance. Then he was in, one silken thrust, buried deep inside her.
“Oh!”
And instantly, he was there with her, inside her head, seeing through her eyes, and she through his. Pleasure multiplied, sensation upon sensation. Cock and pussy and warm, scented breath. His cock pushing into her, the velvet clench of her sex around him as he thrust, over and over.
Pleasure built, spiraled. His lips on the back of her neck, kissing, licking, biting gently. She pushed back against him, taking him deeper.
