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Her eyes followed him as he moved to the nightstand and pulled open the drawer. He grabbed a condom and ripped it open with his teeth, tugging the thin barrier from the package to roll it onto himself.
Stalking back to her, he leaned over her to kiss her, his hands coming to rest on her hips. He tugged the thin scrap of lace off her body, tossed it away, and dropped to his knees.
Hauling her legs over his shoulders, he parted her lips with his thumbs and buried his tongue inside her.
A cry ripped from her as he devoured her, his tongue swiping up her slit before stalling to tease the sensitive nub. He circled it, the gentle pressure driving her desire higher with each pass. He thrust his tongue back inside her, and she clutched the bedsheets under her hands, her body arching as he moved his thumb to her clit.
“Reese!” she cried, her thighs clenching his face as she exploded, her orgasm roaring through her under his ministrations.
She was barely back down from the high when he slipped into her, driving his cock deep inside. He grabbed her thighs and held on as he thrust into her, his hazel eyes boring into hers.
She reached for him, and he released her legs, leaning down to kiss her, her hands clutching his face as he continued to move.
“Please, touch me,” she whispered, looking into his eyes.
“Where?” he asked, slowing his thrusts to a leisurely pace.
“My clit,” she said, surprised by the boldness she felt.
Only with him.
“Yes, ma’am,” he replied, taking her lips and burying his cock deep inside her again. He moved his thumb to her clit, and she cried out, her body still so sensitive.
He teased the nub in time with his thrusts, pushing her orgasm closer and closer.
“Come with me,” he whispered, her orgasm crashing over her as he groaned, driving his cock deep inside her as he came.
His body shook against hers, and she could only clutch onto him as her body shuddered beneath his, her desire-fogged brain struggling to clear.
A few minutes later, he groaned, moving to lie on the bed next to her.
“That was amazing,” she whispered.
A harsh chuckle escaped from her bedmate. “It was.”
She rolled onto her side to look at him and placed a hand on his chest, his heart racing underneath her fingers.
He grabbed her hand in his and turned it over to kiss her palm, tingles sliding up her arm from where his lips warmed her skin.
“Let’s go shower,” he said, sliding off the giant bed.
He held his hand out to her, and she took it, following him into his giant bathroom.
CHAPTER TWELVE
Reese wokeup a few hours later, disoriented by the twilight and the weight on his chest.
He looked down at the tousled head tucked into his shoulder in the early morning light, and his heart skipped a beat with happiness.
I haven’t felt like this in a long time.
She shifted with a soft sigh, her hand twitching on his chest.
He pursed his lips to keep his chuckle from waking her, wanting to simply enjoy the warmth of her body next to his.
Can’t believe it finally happened.
He wanted to say he was surprised, but he wasn’t. Their chemistry was there from the start, and it was only a matter of time before they couldn’t fight it anymore.