Page 116 of Wicked Little Darling

“Blanket permission granted to break me whenever you want,” I murmured, staring at all that perfection.

“Yeah,” he whispered, and then I realized he was slowly grinding his cock against my stomach.

I reached down to touch him, but my hands got caught.

“Untie me,” I said hoarsely, yanking at the ties. “Reese, I need to touch you, please untie me.”

Reese looked completely gone on top of me, his eyes glazed over, pupils blown wide, and when his tongue darted out to wet his lips, I started to get hard again.

He was fucking killing me.

He slid his hands up my chest, still rocking against me, then leaned down until we were chest to chest. He slid his tongue over my nipple, then closed his lips around it and started sucking, scraping his teeth against the sensitive bud until I was tilting my hips up to meet every one of his thrusts.

“Reese,” I panted.

He moaned and reached down between us, unzipped his pants, reached inside, and pulled out his long, thick length. His fingers looked so fucking gorgeous wrapped around his cock, stroking up and down. The hair at the base was much darker than the hair on his head, practically black.

I wanted to bury my face in his groin, wanted to smell him there, and fuck me, I was such a pervert.

“Untie me,” I said again, thrusting my pelvis up a few times to make him bounce on top of me. That seemed to pull him out of his daze, and he quickly untied my hands, then went back to stroking himself.

I grabbed onto his waist, the skin so soft, and I slid my hands down until I could brush my thumbs underneath the waistband of his pants.

“Are you gonna come on me?” My cock twitched as an intense wave of need crashed through me. “Fuck yes, come on my stomach, baby.”

Reese moaned and grabbed my hand, pulling it down toward his cock and pressing it on top of his.

He wanted me to help him, like that other time. Jesus fuck, he’d liked it so much he wanted me to do it again.

I tightened my fingers around his and moved up and down with him. He was staring into my eyes, breathing hard, andwhen he glanced down at my mouth, I leaned forward and took his lips in mine.

The sound he made as he came was so fucking sexy, and I used my grip on his hip to help rock him through it. I was holding him so hard I’d probably leave bruises, and his knees were squeezing my sides hard enough to hurt.

And fuck it hurt so good.

Reese thrust into my hand and moved from my mouth to my neck, biting down on the side he’d ravaged earlier, and the delicious pain of it made me cry out as he moaned into my skin, sucking and biting like a rabid animal.

He stopped moving and let go of my throat as he panted hard, then let his head fall to my shoulder while the rest of him slumped on top of me.

I moved my hands from his hips to his ass, sliding them beneath his pants and cupping his cheeks, squeezing them. So fucking soft. He hummed into my skin as I drew them up his bare back, feeling every vertebra of his spine, the wings of his shoulders, his skin as soft as lamb’s ear.

“That was fucking incredible,” I murmured into his hair. He grunted in response, dead weight on top of me. “I wanna do it again.”

He finally lifted his head and blinked at me with tired eyes. “Right now?”

“I dunno. You coming on top of me got me halfway there. I think all you’d have to do is smile at me and I’d get all the way.”

“Jesus. You’re so weird.”

“You like it.”

He huffed a laugh into my neck. “Yeah. I do.”

My stomach flipped at his admission, and I squeezed my arms around him.

“So that’s…what, the fifth time I’ve saved your life now?”

“How the fuck did you save it this time?”