Since she was already topless, he savored the fullness of her breasts. As she leaned to push her pants down, the globes hung heavily. Their tips a delicious rose color that was made for suckling. It was a beautiful sight, but completely naked, Tabby was a goddess. Perfectly formed, with valleys, dips and mounds all in the right places. Creamy, soft skin that begged for him to touch and caress.
Reece held out a hand and she came to him willingly. When she eased down beside him, he turned her so she lay beneath him and brushed the hair from her face before he leaned down and kissed her gently. Their eyes met. Silent words exchanged between them spoke of longing and desire and something more, but he didn’t get a chance to dissect his feelings when she widened her thighs, an invitation to join with her.
Tabby couldn’t think past the ache in her breasts. Her nipples were firm peaks that rasped almost painfully against his chest. Her thighs widened even more and her hips jerked when his flesh met hers. Pussy moist and pulsing, she needed him stretching her, fucking her with deep, hard strokes. When his firm erection began to part her folds, push inside her, she wanted to close her eyes and savor the rightness of them becoming one, but she kept them open, afraid this was just another dream that would end in heartache.
“Damn. Darlin’.” A breath hissed between his clenched teeth. “You’re so tight. So fuckin’ wet.”
She moaned when the tip of him struck the back wall of her pussy.
“Yeah,” he whispered. “I like it when you mewl. It’s so hot.” He reared back and then drove forward with a force that brought another cry from her lips.
She arched into him, his name coming out on one more whimper. Her craving for him was insatiable. It was a raging storm sweeping aside her fears that when this was all over he would once again pull away.
Reece dipped his head and she felt his hot, moist tongue lick a slow, languid path around an areola. When he bit down on the sensitive peak, heat exploded between her thighs. Her vaginal muscles clenched, shivered, releasing a wave of excitement that washed through her.
Tabby gasped.
She gripped his bare flesh, her arms crossing his back. Her hips rose to meet his thrust, and then the next one. Too many years of wanting him made her desperate to hold on to him—desperate to make him truly hers. And then he pulled away from her, leaving her grasping at air to bring him back into her arms.
“Easy, baby.” He traced a finger down her chest, between her breasts, past her bellybutton, to her waxed mound. “It’s my turn to taste you.” His lips followed the path his finger had taken.
She squirmed with the thought of his face buried against her pussy. “Ahhh.” The ache beating inside her like a pulse intensified. “Please, Reece. I need you.”
“You need this.” His placed his mouth on her tender flesh and she made a thin, strangled sound that thickened when his tongue parted her swollen folds.
Tabby bucked in reflex, and then his laughter hummed against her raw nerves and she felt it shimmer through her entire body.
“Oh. Lord,” she breathed. It wasn’t a prayer, but a murmur of sweet, sweet rapture.
Reece stroked her sex with long swipes of his tongue that sent her mind reeling. Her inner muscles contracted, released and contracted again. He lapped, sucked, and licked her like a cat devouring a bowl of cream, making low, muffled thrums that vibrated against her like a purr.
When his tongue circled her clit, she shot off the pillows, nearly knocking Reece off her, but he held her down, disappearing again between her thighs. Once more he took that little bundle of nerves into his mouth, setting off a ball of fiery sensation that built in the middle of her core.
“I can’t take any more,” she keened, but it was already too late.
Reality took a backseat to the heat burning her from the inside out. Like a match to a fuse, she went up in flames, shuddering violently as her orgasm rolled through her with as much finesse as a raging wildfire consuming everything in its path.
Lost in the moment, she wasn’t aware he had moved between her legs, until he thrust his hips and entered her, setting off another series of contractions that made her breath catch. His hands were strong, hard against her flesh, his fingers digging into her hips and raising her ass off the pillows as he slammed into her over and over.
The sounds of flesh slapping flesh, and the heady aroma permeating the air, resulted in a fist of need tightening low in her belly. She tensed, struggling to prolong the inevitable, but when Reece gave a rough roar of pleasure, fusing their bodies so close there was no place to move, Tabby lost the battle. Her outburst joined his as he stiffened. When she climaxed again, his back arched and his expression carried a mixture of pain and pleasure.