Something inside of me broke in two.
His hands came to my hips, pulling me into him, and I parted my legs automatically, without thinking. I wanted to wrap them around him right then, rub my pussy against him. I hadn't felt myself so alive, so aroused, in years. As his tongue danced in my mouth, I felt his thigh press gently between my knees, inviting me to move closer to him.
I did, my own tongue now tentatively darting into his mouth, tasting him. With my eyes closed I felt him press his leg upward, between my thighs, and moaned into his mouth, my body trembling as it flooded with desire for the first time in so long. My clit jumped as the tough denim of Reign's jeans pressed against the thin fabric of my leggings, then strained forward, wanting more.
With a sudden grunt, Reign pulled back, his hands remaining on my hips, his eyes looking down into mine, all fire and need.
"Are you sure?" he said, his voice low and rough, almost like a caress in my mind. It drew another burst of shivers from my body. I nodded, unable to speak, only wanting to taste him on my lips once more. But I didn't have the chance; at least not then. He grabbed my wrist, pushing me away while simultaneously pulling me along the side of the bar towards the motel rooms lined up side-by-side.
"Seven," I said, breathless, mind turned into a lightning storm, clouded and tempestuous. I could barely remember my own name, but I could remember my room number perfectly well. Reign looked back at me as he pulled me forward, my feet stumbling over themselves in my agitated state.
As though suddenly remembering the bruise above my eye, and what that could mean, he slowed down, letting me catch up to him, and we walked abreast to the room, his arm coming around my waist and sending little tendrils of excitement through me.
I dropped the keys trying to open the door, then took too long trying to get the key to fit the lock. Meanwhile, Reign was being categorically unhelpful by tracing his tongue along my neck, planting feathery light kisses across my skin. A part of me wanted to cry. What have I been doing all my life, why have I waited so long to feel so good, why couldn't Jeremy make me feel like this?
Finally, I managed to get the door open and we stumbled in. I automatically turned off the light that I'd left on, but Reign turned it back.
"I want to see your beautiful body," he said. I was standing in front of the bed, at a loss now that we were here. I hadn't really let myself plan that far ahead. What did I do now? I hadn't ever been with anyone with Jeremy. I knew what he liked, knew his desires better than I even knew my own, but not this stranger. Not this mysterious, sexy, intoxicating stranger. I didn't know where to begin, and I felt panic rising in my chest as I worried about disappointing him, about not performing up to his standards.
"I … " I started to say, wanting to apologize before I made a total fool of myself.
"Please, stop talking," he said, moving across the room towards me, the look in his eyes silencing any thoughts that could have come tumbling from my mouth. His hands came to my shoulders and he looked down on me, as though I was the only thing he'd ever wanted. I shivered under his touch, under his gaze. "Sit down."
I did so, without thinking, not taking my eyes from him. I was eye-level with his crotch, and automatically reached out to undo his belt and jeans, thinking that it was blowjob time. That's how Jeremy always started things …
I was surprised to feel my hand swatted away, surprised to see Reign drop down before me, crouching in front of me, so that we were eye to eye.
"You're so fucking beautiful," he murmured, his hands coming to my shirt and rolling it upwards.
"Please, no," I said, suddenly shot through with another rush of shame over my body. I didn't move to stop him, but felt like crying as he exposed my small but wide stomach, my large breasts, all the parts of me that had brought me so much shame. His eyes darted towards mine, almost seeming angry, then softening.
"You don't even realize," he said, a hint of astonishment in his voice. At the same time, his hands came to my hips once more, tickling up my sides, making me close my eyes and moan in pure ecstasy. I leaned backwards automatically, my body delighting in his touch even as my mind tried to make me feel bad about my body.
I barely felt as he unclasped my bra and threw it to the side, his hands now coming to my breasts and fondling them gently, much more gentle than Jeremy ever did. Unlike my husband, who just pawed at my breasts like they were pillows that needed fluffing, Reign's hands massaged them, a growing warmth in my stomach as he gently pushed me back further onto the bed, rising even as my back fell, leaning over me.
Finally, I was lying on the mattress, eyes closed in bliss as his thumbs grazed my nipples, now erect. I shuddered, then moaned as I felt one of his lips come gently to my nipple, sucking it in slightly, his tongue rolling over it while his hand favored my other breast, tweaking the nipple between his thumb and forefinger.
I could feel my slit flowing with juices, my body turned on in a way that hadn't happened in years, and I squirmed underneath him, a low-level frenzy developing in my mind as he teased my nipples, moving his mouth from one to the other, blowing over them in between, the chill feeling making me arch my back.
I almost cried out in desperation when I felt his head move from my breasts and begin to trail down my stomach, which fluttered under his lips, my nerves alive and aching for him. His hands settled on the top of my leggings and he yanked downwards.
No. No way. This is not happening, I thought when I realized he was making right for my wet, aching sex. Jeremy never went down there. No one else had, either. A part of me cringed, screamed for me to stop him, that it was wrong, dirty, gross. Another part of me wanted to push his head faster, to feel his tongue against my aching clit, now swollen and straining for stimulation. I pushed myself up onto my elbows.
"You don't have to … " I started to say, wanting to give him an out, my two personas fighting to the death over whether or not I wanted him to. His eyes flashed up into mine and he reached out, pressing me back down on the bed, just forcefully enough to tell me that he wasn't going to invite any argument.
Oh god, oh god, oh Jesus, I thought, my mind in an utter frenzy as he drew closer and closer to my now-exposed slit, his fingertips tracing up and down my thighs as he lingered on my tummy, his mouth promising delights that I could never dream of even as his fingers drove me into a whirlwind of sensation, up and down, up and down, my inner thighs starting to quake now as he let his fingers draw just slightly nearer with each stroke …
"Oh, holy fuck," I screamed, piercing the night, as his tongue flicked over my clit, suddenly, strongly, unleashing a flood inside me as I tried to contain myself. The sensation was unbearably delicious.
I grasped at his head automatically, running his soft, dark hair through my fingers as he lapped at my swollen clit steadily, his tongue stiff against it, then soft, then circling it, then flicking over it, a pattern that held me in a suspended state of unbearable tension. He was playing me like a master, my body a finely-tuned violin, his tongue the bow. My legs wrapped around his head of their own accord, pulling him in closer.
"Oh, holy shit, shit, holy fuck, Reign, shit," I moaned, over and over, his name tasting like nectar in my throat as he licked my pussy methodically, masterfully. My whole world was narrowed and narrowed to an ever-shrinking point, my clit the center of my own personal paradise, a fire rising in my face as a pressure built inside my pussy.
His tongue flicked and circled and flicked and circled so warm, so warm, so soft, and my clit, his tongue, my body stiff like a board, my legs like tightly wound coils around his neck, my hands pressing his face forward, wild abandon taking control of me as he brought me closer and closer and closer to some destination, someplace I'd never been, some shining moment, that point growing smaller and smaller as he flicked and circled and flicked and circled and tore me apart with pleasure until finally
I exploded, juices streaming from me, body nearly breaking from my muscles snapping in sacred release. My pussy clenched and released, over and over, again and again, my teeth gritted together as I tried to make sense of the sensations taking over my body, my first climax coming so hard and fast that I almost couldn't believe it was happening at all.
My fingers buried themselves into Reign's hair, clutching desperately, my toes curling tight to themselves. My hips bucked under his mouth, and my legs were like a vise around his head. He hadn't stopped licking at my clit even as it sent shockwaves of pleasure through my body, and as I began to sway gently down from my peak I panted, releasing him, his warm tongue still dancing over my slit, now lapping at my juices