by Callie Croix
Reid hummed in approval, letting his fingertips caress the sensitive undersides of the full mounds. “I imagined doing this to you so many times. Watching your eyes while I do this…”
He cupped the ample curves, kneading and squeezing the plump flesh while the tips stood at rigid attention. She dropped her head back onto his shoulder and closed her eyes in willing surrender, silently asking him to give her the touch she needed so badly. His heart knocked so hard against his sternum he was sure she could hear it.
Kissing and tasting her shoulder, her neck, Reid at last brushed his thumbs over the straining peaks. Becca gasped and bit her lip, curling her spine further, trying to press harder into his hands.
“Relax,” he murmured against her temple. “Lean back and enjoy it. I’ll do everything.”
She rolled her head against his collarbone, turning to rub her cheek against his shoulder. He responded to her unspoken request for comfort by wrapping his arms tighter around her and laying a tender kiss on the bridge of her nose as he played with her taut buds. Becca shifted on his lap, squirming while he tormented her. Sexy little sighs spilled from her lips, the tension in her muscles growing with each passing second.
Using the mirror, his gaze fastened eagerly on the tender vee between her thighs as she moved restlessly against his throbbing cock. “Your pussy wet for me?”
She nodded, her heavy-lidded expression blissful, almost dreamy.
He almost growled at the sight. “Show me how wet you are.”
When she didn’t move fast enough, he abandoned her captive nipples to grip the inside of her thighs. The long muscles there tensed for a moment beneath his insistent pressure, then relaxed with a telltale quiver that told him the surrender wasn’t easy for her. He didn’t want it to be.
Reid barely held back the animal sound in his throat as he parted her, bringing her legs up and out to bracket his until the soles of her feet rested flat on the bed. In the low light the delicate folds of her pussy glistened, all swollen and open for him, her soft thighs spread wide. “Fuck. Look at you,” he breathed, ready to flip her onto her back and mount her, ease the pressure in his cock and the ache gnawing at his gut.
At his words she shivered and went still, waiting.
“So wet and ready. Does your pussy ache?”
“Yes…”
Under his scrutiny she squirmed again, but he clamped his hands over her spread thighs and held her open, gliding the pads of his fingers up to the sensitive skin at the crease of her hip. “Don’t you move. Stay just like that while I play with you.”
Her eyes squeezed shut in an almost pained expression when he smoothed his palms up her inner thighs, stopping at the juncture of her groin to let his thumbs sweep over the top of her mound. Close to the edge of her labia, yet not quite close enough to graze the swollen nub peeking out from between her folds. Becca drew in a sharp breath and trembled, watching his hands in the mirror.
Reid released one leg to grab the satin bag next to him on the comforter. He knew she tracked his every move as he drew out the smooth, bullet-shaped vibrator and its cordless remote control. There was a tube of lube with it, but considering how wet she was, they wouldn’t need it. With his thumb he found the little button on the remote and clicked it on. A quiet hum filled the air as the vibrator came to life. Becca’s breathing sped up, turning shallower.
He smiled. “I love knowing that you laid in this bed night after night thinking of me while you played with this.” He’d almost come in his pants when he’d read that in her letter, picturing her so clearly as she pleasured herself, fantasizing about him. Now he would deliver that same pleasure in person.
He held the base of the toy in his fingers and tested the settings on the remote, deciding on one that started at a low intensity and built slowly, holding the strongest vibrations for a few seconds before stopping. It would drive them both wild to watch her struggle for release in his arms.
“Did you think about us being exactly like this, beautiful?” With one hand holding her left leg open, he brought the tip of the humming vibrator down on the inside of her upper right thigh. Her gasp of delight was music to his ears. He ran the toy gently along the sensitive area to the crease of her leg, right against the dark triangle of curls. “Or maybe you thought about my mouth instead.” Her hands tightened on the back of his neck and he smiled. “Yeah, you thought about me giving you those soft French kisses you love so much all over your pussy.” His tongue sliding slow and gentle all over her.
Her grip on his neck tightened as she whimpered at the erotic image he painted. “God, Reid, do it…”
He chuckled softly. “I bet you thought about my tongue a lot, didn’t you? Licking your clit.” He grazed the edge of her open labia with the vibrator, turning his head at the last second to swallow her tormented cry with his mouth. Hungry little sounds came out of her while their tongues danced together. Reid deliberately slowed the kiss down, loving her uninhibited response as he caressed her tongue with his and rubbed the toy ever so gently against her open folds. When he broke the kiss she was panting, her eyes heavy-lidded and drugged with pleasure.
He fucking loved seeing her this way—so helpless, needing him with every fiber of her being. Because he needed her that way too. Something he’d only fully realized when he’d found out about her going out with another man tonight. The thought of any other man touching her made him half-crazy.
Tonight he’d make sure his touch was the only one she’d ever crave again.
He kept the softly humming vibrator against her slick flesh, just enough to tease, never enough to satisfy. “How did you please yourself? Did you rub your toy all over your pussy just like this? Nice and slow, making your clit hard and tight?” He did just that, sliding the edge up one side of her labia, down to her opening and up the other side toward her clit, carefully avoiding the tiny bundle of nerves. Becca mewled and twisted in his arms but kept her hands locked behind his neck and her body open to him.
His heart pounded. Oh yeah, she definitely loved it when he talked dirty to her. “Or maybe you slid it inside you and squeezed those tight little muscles around it, wishing it was my cock instead.” He slid the tip of the vibrator into her slick channel, growling in approval when she spread her legs open farther, the muscles in her thighs straining to hold the position. Lost in her need and allowing him to see it.
He brought his free hand up to cup and caress her breast, tugging lightly at the distended nipple. She shuddered, moaned his name.
“You imagined it was my cock fucking you,” he pressed. “Didn’t you?”
“Yes, oh God, please.” Her voice was breathless with longing.
“Please what?” He fucked the toy in and out slowly, enjoying every sound he pulled from her, the fine sheen of perspiration that slicked her smooth skin. “This?” Easing the toy from her snug pussy, he slid it through her drenched folds, up to the swollen bud at the top of her sex. He circled it carefully, barely grazing the edges to build her need even higher, then slid it down to plunge into her again. Becca arched with a helpless cry, the sound so full of desperation his cock flexed in frantic outrage. She was close now. Another pass of the vibrator against her clit and she’d come apart.
But that was too easy. They both craved more. Wanted this to last.
Leaving the vibrating bullet embedded inside her, he found the remote next to his hip and changed the setting to a low buzz. Becca trembled in his grip, gasping. He kissed her again, absorbing her sensual moan when he made love to her mouth and pulled the vibrator free to re-trace that torturous path up and around her clit. She was shaking now, little quivers of excitement she couldn’t control, her skin covered with that sexy glaze he wanted to lick up.
Rolling and tugging her nipple with his other hand, he sucked at the side of her neck as he teased around her clit, then pulled away when she threw back her head an
d let out a low, throaty cry. The raw need in it made the hair on his arms stand on end.
“You’re not going to come until my cock’s buried inside you,” he warned, pushing the toy back inside her tight pussy, the lust fueling the dominance inside him.
Becca groaned in disappointment, earning a dark chuckle from him. Her arms quivered, her fingers digging hard into his nape. She had to be uncomfortable in that position by now, yet she hadn’t complained. Though the evidence of her desire to please him by obeying his command turned him on, he didn’t want her suffering even a little discomfort that might dim the pleasure he gave.
Reid raised his hips, pushing his painfully swollen cock against her round ass. He’d never been this aroused in his life. “Feel how hard you make me? I can’t wait to slide my cock into you.”
She turned her head to look up at him. Her eyes were wild with lust, her cheeks flushed, lips shiny and swollen. She held nothing back, letting him see all of her need. “I want to suck you,” she rasped unsteadily. “Taste you.”
He almost came in his jeans at the ragged plea in her voice. “No. I want to fuck you until you come this first time.” He wouldn’t last five seconds with her luscious mouth wrapped around him.
“Then hurry, please. I need you right now.” She leaned up to lick his lips then slid her tongue into his mouth and sucked at his.
Reid groaned and grabbed a fistful of her hair, reveling in the luxury of her rendered so completely vulnerable in his arms.
Turning off then ditching the toy on its satin bag, he replaced it with his fingers and pressed inside her. The feel of her drenched, silken pussy closing around him was torture. Becca gasped into his mouth and began pumping her hips, eagerly taking the relief he offered.
“You’re so hot, so wet, baby,” he murmured in awe.
“It’s you,” she insisted breathlessly. “You do this to me. I thought about this so many times. Oh God, I love the way you touch me and tease me…” Her words drifted off into a low, sensual cry that caused an answering tug low in his belly. Her hips rolled in a slow, sexy rhythm that matched the slide and retreat of his hand. The soft, slick sounds of his fingers fucking her added to the heat. “Please take me. Please make me come. Please, Reid.”
Reid closed his eyes and rested his cheek against hers. She begged so sweetly, just as he’d known she would. “Sure about that? I’d love to keep playing with you a while longer.”
“No! God, I can’t take any more, just—please, I need to feel you inside me.” Her voice rang with frustration.
The band across his chest tightened at her naked plea. “All right.” He worked his fingers in and out of her slick pussy, carefully gliding over her sweet spot with every pass, soothing her tender flesh while he covered the side of her face with gentle kisses. “Tell me what you like, beautiful.”
“W-what?” In the reflection he watched her eyes flutter open. They were dazed, blind with pleasure and need. The desperation stabbed him even as it made the lust burn hotter.
Keeping the gentle pace with his fingers, he sucked on the sensitive spot where her neck joined her shoulder. “Tell me how you want it, what position feels best.”
“From behind,” she answered instantly, her voice strained. “I want it from behind.”
The words, the primal image they created, pushed him to the edge of his control. His low, primitive growl filled the room.
Withdrawing his fingers from her clinging warmth, Reid gripped her waist with both hands and raised her up as he shifted out from beneath her. His cock was ready to burst from the thought of fucking from behind, plunging into her waiting pussy. When he spoke this time his voice was as rough as hers. “Then get on your hands and knees.”
Chapter Six
Spoken in that deep, dark voice, Reid’s low command made Becca shudder in desire. Her arms and legs quivered slightly from the strain of holding that erotic pose for so long, but she did as she was told and crawled up the bed, positioning herself on all fours facing the mirror. She barely recognized the woman staring back at her.
With her cheeks flushed and her hair tumbled in disarray around her naked shoulders and breasts, she looked flat-out sexy. Wanton. The heavy throb between her thighs made her nipples tighten painfully. She was beyond the ability to think straight. Reid had taken her sexiest fantasy and added a dark edge that was more erotic than anything she’d ever experienced. Her absolute trust in him and the need to attain his approval gave her the courage to bend to his formidable will. This was for him as much as it was for her. She wanted to please him with her submission.
“That’s right,” Reid murmured in approval when she settled into place and met his gaze in the mirror. The mattress dipped as he moved in behind her, a wall of shadow outlined by the faint light from the hall and the watery glow from the streetlamps outside.
Without warning, he brought the flat of his hand down on the cheek of her rear in a light tap. More of a firm caress than a smack. She gasped in surprise and raised her hips, wanting more heat, craving more of that rougher touch. Spanking hadn’t been part of her fantasy, but with Reid she could get on board with the idea really fast.
He gripped her hips tightly and wedged his knees between hers, pushing outward. “Spread your legs wider.”
Her pulse drummed in her throat. Feeling exposed and not giving a damn, she drew a breath and eased her knees farther apart, breathless with anticipation. The realization didn’t embarrass her in the least. Reid made her feel safe even as he stripped her of her inhibitions and pushed her to let go completely. Their fledgling relationship might have its problems, but in this she knew he would give her everything she needed and never use it as a weapon against her.
His warm hands smoothed gently over her lower back, over the curves of her rear in an almost reverent way. Her pussy squeezed around the empty ache inside it. A soft sound escaped her as she waited for him to ease the torment and stroke her there again. Her body was alive with sensation, hungry for the pleasure and affection he lavished on her. The way he touched her reassured her that she mattered to him in a way that words never could.
The crinkling of a condom wrapper broke the silence. Becca licked her lips and tried to watch what he was doing in the mirror, but Reid’s motions were concealed behind her as he rolled the latex on. She wished she could see him, take his cock in her hands and mouth. Her inner muscles squeezed at the thought of his hard length filling her.
One strong hand wrapped around her hip, holding her steady, then the blunt head of his cock grazed the tender skin of her inner thigh. She swallowed a “please” at the heat of him as he brushed the tip up the back of one thigh to her buttock, rubbing across the tender valley between her cheeks to the other side and back down again. Her legs began to tremble, the anticipation heightening every sensation as she waited to see what he’d do next. The scent of soap and male musk surrounded her.
Reid’s breathing was harsh as he leaned over her, the bite of his long fingers into her flesh telling her how great his own need was. Yet he maintained full control. He’d given her so much pleasure already; she wanted to do the same for him. She loved how readily he’d drawn this experience out for them both. It gave her time to drift in sensation, letting the desire build in ever-intensifying waves.
Finally he settled the wide head of his cock at the opening of her sex, branding her with his heat. Becca lost the ability to think and the will to keep her eyes open. Her lashes fluttered down, the sudden darkness allowing her to luxuriate in every single sensation. The smooth softness of the comforter beneath her palms and shins, the cool air brushing against the wet, open folds of her pussy, the warmth of Reid’s body as he blanketed her back. A gentle rain pattered against the roof and window, mixing with their uneven breaths and the pounding of her heart. She sighed in pleasure and bowed her head, eagerly awaiting the moment when he chose to fill her with his
rigid length.
A hand tangled in her hair and tugged sharply. Her eyes flew open, struggling to focus in the dimness. The dominant message of the gesture melded with the bite of pain, flooding her with sensual heat.
“Watch us,” he commanded in a low voice. “Watch me fuck you.”
Becca raised her head. In the mirror Reid’s shadowed expression was almost feral with lust. A quiver sped through her muscles. His fingers stayed locked in her hair with a firm grip, holding her right where he wanted her. Staring back at her in the mirror, his eyes were filled with molten heat. The blunt head of his erection pressed more firmly against her wet opening. She mewled softly and rocked back to meet the intrusion, trying to force him deeper, but Reid didn’t release her hair.
Panting, she gave in and went still. “Please…”
“I’ll give you what you need,” he said in a low, silky voice, “but not yet.” His free hand slid over the slope of her left buttock, the slightly roughened skin of his palm creating a cascade of sensation as it traveled up her ribs before he reached around to cradle her aching breast.
“Mmm,” she purred, struggling to keep her eyes open.
“I know how much you love it when I play with your nipples.” He squeezed and kneaded the plump mound, rolled and pinched its throbbing center until streamers of pleasure zinged to the aching bud at the top of her slit. All the while he teased her with the head of his cock, lodged just barely inside her. Every inch of her sizzled with electric tension.
He leaned in close to kiss the side of her jaw, holding her gaze in the mirror. “Look how sexy you are. All open and ready.”
She nodded—she couldn’t help it—and pressed backward, desperate for deeper penetration. Anything to ease the empty, unsatisfied ache inside her.
The clever fingers tormenting her nipple paused to tweak its twin then slid down the center of her body to frame the pulsing bud of her clit. He stroked the flesh around it, making the pulses of sensation so intense she almost couldn’t breathe. A low growl of satisfaction rumbled up from the depths of his chest. “So perfect, baby.”
