“Reese, I need you.”

“Mmmm, I love it when you say that.” He closes his eyes tightly, a low growl emanating from his throat before he opens them again. “Fuck, you feel incredible against me. Can you come this way?” He slowly trails kisses along my jaw.

I knew I could. This felt almost as amazing as his mouth on me. He is unbelievably hard and I’m completely drenched. Plus at this angle, our faces are inches apart and I can see just how much he is enjoying this. Soft deep groans escaping his slightly parted lips and his forehead is glistening with sweat.

I groan before I answer. “Yes, but I want you in me. Please, please let me f**k you.”

He moves in and pulls my bottom lip into his mouth, urgently swiping his tongue against mine. He tastes like me, like my orgasm, and it’s surprisingly hot. I moan and put everything I have into this kiss. I can’t get enough. His mouth can please every inch of my body and I want to surrender to him completely. Shit, at this rate, I should just sign the rights to my body over to him now and be done with it. No other man will ever make me feel like this. My thighs shake against his and I move quicker, gliding up and down against his length that is now soaked from me. My hands grip his head, tangling in his hair as my body begins to pulse against his.

“Please I need you.”

As his one hand holds my hip tightly, his fingers digging into my skin, he positions himself under me and drives his hips up and into mine. We cry out together. He’s so deep in me this way, deeper than anything I have ever felt. “Reese.” I go to rock forward on him when his grip on me tightens.

“Shit, don’t move.” He closes his eyes and drops his head back onto the couch. I stare wide-eyed as his adam’s apple rolls in his neck, the veins along the sides pulsing against his skin.

Oh crap. What happened? “Is it okay? I mean, does it feel okay?” I’m suddenly wondering if I’m completely screwing this up and way the hell out of my element. But it’s a justified question. I really have no idea what I’m doing here.

He tilts his head up and looks at me curiously, brushing my hair behind my ear. “Is it okay? I’m struggling to not blow my load in you right now and you’re not even moving.” My eyes widen and I can’t contain my smile. I’m making him lose it. Yes! “Just give me a minute.”

“Okay, take your time.” I’m completely giddy as he resumes his position, closing his eyes and leaning his head back. I stay perfectly still on top of him, my hands slowly trailing down his neck to his shoulders. Molding my hands against him, I take this opportunity to feel his every muscle. I run my palms down his arms and back up again, softly massaging his biceps and triceps. Skating down his chest, I trace the define lines of his abdominals that are clenched tight and seem to firm up even more from my touch.

“That feels really good,” he says as he lifts his head and watches me.

“What? You in me or my hands on you?” I keep my eyes on him as I rub him, wanting to feel every inch of his skin underneath my hands. It feels amazing touching him like this, feeling his body react to mine and seeing him relax from my contact.

His hand comes up to my face and he strokes along my jaw. “Both,” he replies, his green eyes burning into mine.

I wink at him as my fingers trail up his sides and back to his chest. “What does it feel like?”

“Being in you like this?” I nod and he continues. “Warm, and really soft.” His eyes drop down between us and he stares at me. There. I swallow loudly. “It feels like I fit in you perfectly. Nothing has ever felt like this, for me anyway. Have you ever felt like this before?”

I stare at him, unable to blink as he studies my face. What did he mean by that? Was he just referring to the sex? Or did he mean just being with me? The two of us together? Shit. His question is f**king with my head. I’ve sure as hell never felt anything like this, in both ways. I’m drawn to this man. The undeniable tangible pull between us is electric. But I’m sure it’s one-sided. He’s just referring to the sex.

“Never. Can I move now please? I’m dying here.” I’ve never been on top during sex and suddenly have a strong overpowering desire to do it and do it well.

“Please,” he answers as he keeps one hand on my hip, digging into my skin.

Gripping onto his shoulders, I rock my hips forward against him, moaning loudly as he slides out of my wetness. I push back and continue riding him, back and forth, up and down, bringing him almost completely out of me before taking him back in.

“Holy shit. Just like that, love.” He clenches his teeth and rocks into me as I drive against him, pushing himself deeper and deeper with each move. One hand teases and massages my breast while the other holds my side. “Jesus, you feel incredible. So f**king good, Dylan.” He keeps his eyes on me as he leans in and pulls my nipple into his mouth. I throw my head back and scream his name as the fever begins to spread throughout my body. He sucks and bites me as I still my movements, arching my back to give him full access to my br**sts. I look down and meet his eyes as his mouth stays latched around me, pulling my nipple into his mouth and flicking it with his tongue.

“I love your mouth.”

A small smile pulls at his lips as he moves to the side of my breast and sucks hard, leaving a very prominent red mark on my pale skin. His eyes study mine for approval.

“Do that again.”

He licks over to my other breast that is now being teased with his fingers. Sucking on the skin just above my nipple, he pulls back after a few seconds and admires his work. I’m marked by him, where only his mouth has pleased me and it’s the hottest thing I’ve ever seen. He’s claiming my body and I’m willingly letting him have it. His hands move to my ass and he grips me tightly, picking up my pace.