Better When He's Brave Page 41
“I can’t do more right now, Reeve, so this is all we’ve got. It’s this or nothing.” I reached around her and pulled her closer with a hand on her ass. When she was as close as she could get, I started working my hands up underneath the back of her loose sweater. She didn’t seem to have anything on under the flimsy material. There was no bra to get in my way as I smoothed a palm up the delicate divots of her spine, taking the fabric with me.
She let go of my head and brushed her hands over my shoulders. Her touch made me shiver, and once I had her top all the way off of her, I clasped her to me and pulled her back on the bed so she was sprawled over the top of me. I needed to get her as naked as I was, so I flipped her over so that she was on the bottom and went to work on her pants before she even gave me the green light. Her tummy sucked in as she breathed in deeply when I started to pull the stretchy fabric down her mile-long legs.
“I guess it’s this.” Her voice was husky and kind of smoky-sounding as I tugged her boots off and then crawled back up over her prone form so that I was hovering over her, my erection rubbing enticingly against the soft skin of her stomach. She always felt so good even when I wasn’t really touching her.
I looked down at her and promised with everything I had in me, “I will make this worthwhile. I will make this enough until we can tackle more. This matters, whatever it is, and for now this is everything, okay?”
She regarded me solemnly for long moment, long enough that my dick got impatient and moved against her like it had a mind of its own. That made her lift a dark eyebrow at me and everything inside me surged when a sweet half grin lilted up the sides of her mouth. “Okay. This with you is more than more was with anyone else anyway.”
She was going to be my downfall. She was going to be my corruption and my vice. She was going to be my addiction and my compulsion and I was still going to fall headlong into her knowing the landing was going to be rough for both of us.
I kissed her hard on the mouth. A sharp, biting kiss, but I didn’t linger. I could get lost in kissing her and the way she met me bite for bite, let me lick her and nibble on her like she was a sweet treat. She let me kiss her until neither of us could breathe, until it hurt us both, and I loved it. I loved that she just let me have at her with no hesitation and no fear, but that wasn’t what I wanted this time around. She was always giving; this time it was my turn. Just me and her and all that I could give to her. All that I wanted to give to her.
I made a place for myself between her legs and started to work my way down her body. I kissed her on her throat and felt her heart thump against my lips. I kissed her in the center of her chest and watched as the simple touch of lips made both of her velvety nipples peak. I moved over to suck on each tip. Made love to each point with my lips and my tongue until she was writhing underneath me and digging her fingernails into my skin. I left her nipples wet and glistening and moved down so that I could lick across the flat plane of her stomach. It shivered and pebbled up in pleasure as I continued my way down. She gasped just a tiny bit when I dipped the tip of my tongue in the little indent of her belly button and she whispered my name when I got to the apex of her already damp folds. Her legs shifted restlessly on either side of me and I grasped her knees and pushed her legs open wider and I moved to kneel before on her the floor.
Shiny. Pretty. Secret. Forbidden. Elusive. Mysterious. She was all the things that had led men to break the rules I’d followed since the beginning of time and she was laid out before me like a banquet fit for the gods. This was supposed to be about giving not taking, but when she looked at me with those midnight-blue eyes over her heaving chest, there was no way to deny I was getting just as much as I was giving. The equality of it, the rightness of it, settled around me in a way that was startlingly comfortable. It was like this was exactly how it was supposed to be between two people and I had never experienced anything like it.
I wanted to touch her but I wanted to taste her more. The way she glistened beckoned me closer. I leaned into her, used the pad of my thumb to rub over her slippery folds, and found that little nub that was bundled tight with nerves and desire. The first swipe of my tongue across it had her arching her back up off the bed. The second had her pulling at me frantically and tossing her head from side to side. Her eyes were squeezed shut and she was breathing like she had just run a marathon. She looked turned on and hot as hell as she moved in time with the stroke of my tongue across her most sensitive parts.
I added the scrape of teeth and shifted so I could add a finger or two to the equation. She bent her legs up next to my head and dug her heels into the edge of the mattress. Her inner muscles were grasping at me, pulling at me, and it made my own arousal pound inside of me. I could feel her winding up, feel the way she got tighter and more liquid the more I worked on her. I could happily bury my face between her legs for days on end, but I wanted her to come, wanted to watch her go over. I lifted my gaze up and groaned into her, which made her bark out my name.
Her eyes were open now and she was watching me. A bright pink was riding high in her cheeks and spread across her chest. She had her hands on her tits and she was rubbing her fingers lightly over the raised tips. Fuck, was she perfect, so perfect. Her eyes were nearly black with druglike passion and I could see her teetering on the edge of her orgasm. So beautiful, and she tasted that way across my tongue and felt that way across my fingers.
I added a little pressure and another finger, and that was it. She practically levitated into my mouth and her wash of desire consumed me. As she shivered and quaked around me I pulled back just enough to brush a kiss across the inside of her thigh. I needed to shave still, so I left a trail of moisture wherever my mouth touched her. I thought it was sexy as hell.
I leaned to the side until I could get hold of my wallet, thanking the Lord for small favors that I had listened to that nagging voice that told me I was going to need more than one condom if I was going to be around her. I dug the sucker out and handed it over to her while she looked up at me with hazy eyes and a flushed face. I bent down and kissed her how I really wanted to, with lots of tongue and no give. She didn’t waste any time grabbing hold of my straining erection and maneuvering it so that she could roll the condom down the rigid length. My eyes crossed a little when she snuck her hands between my legs and gave my sensitive and tightly drawn sac a playful squeeze. She didn’t have limits and I think that was my favorite thing about her.