Kulti(188)

“Rey!”

His answer was a groan right into my ear, hot breath fanning over the side of my face. That finger moved in and out of me slowly, letting his palm press tightly against me on each downward stroke. His lips suckled the thin skin on my neck, making my hips buck. His finger curled inside, and I whimpered.

Rey slid another finger in to join the first, pressing as deep as they could go. He curled his fingers again and touched something that made my legs tremble. “Feel good?”

“Yes, yes.” My hips were squirming to meet with his movement. It was too much, but I still wanted more, and from the sounds he was making, he did too.

“You’re dripping down my fingers, Sal. Soaking my pants,” he groaned.

I tried to move my hips away, but he quickly wrapped an arm around my waist and held me to him, his proud, impressive erection a log against my bottom and back.

“No, stay. I love it.” His pelvis bucked against me, telling me just how much he liked it. After a few more slow passes, his hand started jerking in me quickly, his fingers pressed into that one magical spot so tightly I was gasping for air. “Just like that. I want you like that.”

“Oh my God!”

“Good?” he asked, earning a tiny nod. The wet sound of him moving in and out of me quickly filled the room. Rey grunted, moving his fingers even faster, making me cry out even louder at the strange, euphoric feeling starting in the center of my body. “I want you all over my hand. I know you can do it,” he said, sucking on my earlobe.

I couldn’t catch my breath. I’d been running miles and miles every day since I was a kid. My stamina was something to brag about, but with his fingering and the way he pressed on my g-spot, I couldn’t even think of whether this was heaven or not. When the tingling heightened, I arched against him and gasped.

Out of nowhere, the most explosive, hot orgasm of my life took over, blinding me, making me cry hoarsely something that was blasphemous in a dozen religions.

Rey was groaning behind me, grinding his lean hips into me. He cooed something in German, sweet, sweet, sweet, as he nuzzled my neck.

I was panting, my insides throbbing almost violently around his fingers. My freaking abs were contracting and cramping. “Oh!”

He made a humming noise in his throat before closing his legs and mine in one movement. His fingers slipped out of me before shifting my body so that I was boneless and sideways across his lap. I could hear him breathing loudly as his mouth dropped down to mine, kissing me sweetly on the lips. His tongue gently explored past my lips and into my mouth. His hand cupped my shoulder before he snuck his fingers under the loose strap of my bra, our kisses only breaking apart long enough for him to pull the entire thing off.

Our slow, deep kisses of tongue on tongue ate up the time. Unrushed and tender, they went on and on, his hands stroking and painting lazy circles on my bare spine. Right around the same time his breathing calmed, his mouth pulled away from mine. Those heavy beautiful eyes were on me, searching my face, my neck and then down to my chest, stomach and bare hips. Rey shook his head while licking his lips. His hand caressed my shoulder before making its way to my breast and nipple. He hummed, brushing the back of his fingers over my nipple again. “I’ve been waiting for this forever.”

“I love you very much.” The words were out of my mouth, steady and determined. And true. They were so, so true.

I felt my face heat up under his intense scrutiny. His words were like gold, and I didn’t mind that he didn’t say anything in return. Instead his eyes were lasers, scanning over every inch of my exposed skin—everything. His hands were gentle and slow as they caressed me, brushing over the many, tiny and nearly invisible scars I had on my thighs and knees from years of soccer and from just being a kid.

He must have known that because he rubbed over me more reverently, squeezing my thighs in his big hands, thoughtless words in his mother language slipping out of his mouth. He slid his hands up my quads and over my hip bone. He brushed his fingers over my stomach, my belly button. His palm moved up to cup my breast, bringing it up to his face, and in a heartbeat his lips were sucking my nipple roughly again. His other hand kneaded my hip.

It all kind of went up in flames right then. I started grinding my pelvis into his hard thigh, and at some point he picked me up effortlessly and dropped me onto the middle of my queen-sized bed. He laid on top of me as I pulled his shirt off roughly and tossed it to the side. Reiner Kulti shirtless was probably the most magnificent thing I’d ever seen, but Reiner Kulti shirtless and covering me should have made me start spontaneously ovulating. His skin was tight and hot as I smoothed my palms over his pecs while he nipped at my neck. My hands were moving as if they’d unbuckled and unbuttoned a hundred belts in the past.