Sex Says(56)

My brain could hardly compute his words.

Reed Luca had just changed the whole game of sex as I knew it. It wasn’t about give-and-take with him. It was about want. And need. And desire. He didn’t keep score. He didn’t keep up pretenses. And he didn’t hold back.

And he was now face-to-face with my pussy.

Holy hell. How did this happen?

Whatever it was and however it came to be, I was ready to embrace the fuck out of it.

“God, you’re beautiful.” The warmth of his breath washed over me, and I couldn’t hold back the whimper that left my lips as my hips punched up on their own accord. My body was all but begging for him to do what he said he was going to do. I didn’t think I’d ever hoped so badly that someone would follow through.

Fuck, I wanted him to taste me.

I wanted him to put his mouth on me until I wasn’t thinking about anything. I just wanted to feel.

But Reed Luca wasn’t in a hurry, and he didn’t seem to care that my body was pleading for his mouth. No, he took his sweet, sweet time, his fingers gently stroking me, his eyes caressing me. It felt like an eternity. It felt like no time at all. It felt like I wasn’t even thinking anymore and like time ceased to exist.

God help me, it felt very much like I liked Reed Luca.

And when the tip of his tongue slipped out of his mouth and tenderly swept across where I ached and throbbed the most, my eyes fell closed and a deep, heady moan spilled from my throat.

One lick.

Two licks, three.

I was officially lost.

A greedy groan left his lips as everything in him shifted. He wasn’t taking his time any longer; he was devouring me.

He licked and sucked and ate at my pussy ravenously, like he couldn’t get enough, and I soaked up every moment—insatiably, hungrily, and without inhibitions.

I clenched the cushion with my fingers, and my thighs tightened in anticipation as I felt that slow, aching build stir inside of me.

He licked.

It increased in intensity.

He sucked.

It reached a fever-pitch of hot, aching need that I couldn’t hold back.

The waves of my climax took over and left me breathless and clenching and wrapped softly in pure, beautiful bliss like I had never experienced.

But he didn’t stop.

No.

He ate at me, working me over with his mouth until the sensitivity turned to selfish need again, and my hips proved that point by thrusting upward toward his face.

He groaned his approval, and I came instantly. Again.

What in the ever-loving fuck was happening to me?

I wasn’t a multiple-orgasm type of girl. Hell, before this, I often questioned if anyone was really a multiple-orgasm type of girl. I’d started to wonder if multiple orgasms were a myth—and I made a living writing a goddamn sex column. But apparently, they had their place, high in the sky like the unicorns of the sex world.

And I had proof, as I was currently sitting on that majestical fucker’s back and riding it straight over the rainbow toward the pot of gold. Any second, leprechauns were probably going to start tap-dancing around my living room.

We were moving. Up and into his arms, Reed scooped me from the couch and carried me hurriedly toward my bedroom.

I looked over his shoulder comically, trying to make sure the unicorns came too.

I bounced once on the bed as Reed dropped me, slipped off his jeans, and slid on a condom. His body hovered over mine moments later. I felt his hard cock press against me, and I moaned. He slid himself against where I was hot and aching and throbbing, and I couldn’t stop myself from begging.

“Please, Reed.”

“You want my cock inside your tight little cunt?”

“Yes,” I whimpered.

He didn’t waste any time, sliding inside of me until he was pressed to the hilt.

“Holy fuck.” The pleasure was so intense that stars danced behind my eyes, and my thighs started to shake against his hips.

“You feel perfect wrapped around me,” he whispered in my ear as he continued to slide in and out, in and out, in the slowest, most insanity-inducing rhythm I had ever experienced.

“Please, Reed,” I begged again.

God, I just needed him to move. I needed him to go faster. I needed him to go harder. I needed him to fuck me deep.

His mouth met mine, and he kissed me, his tongue slipping past my lips and dancing with mine until he changed the rhythm of his tongue to mimic the movement of his cock.

“More. Please, more.”

“What do you want? Tell me what you need.”

Oh. My. God. I need you to fuck me. I was starting to get irritated with his form of delicious torture.

“Lola, I asked you a question, and I expect an answer. You have to tell me what you need, or I won’t give it to you.”

His cocky choice of words made me needier while also pissing me off. I groaned in irritation and slid my fingers into his hair, gripping the strands tight enough to force his gaze to mine. “Fuck me, Reed. I need you to fuck me, not just hang out with your dick inside me,” I demanded.