My body goes limp. I tilt my head, gasping when I feel teeth. “Never done what?”
“Taken a sick day to spend time with someone. I’ve never taken a day off, Beth. Ever, but I woke up next to you and I didn’t want to leave.” His lips brush against my ear. “Is this okay?”
The reservation in his voice has me pulling him closer. If I had any shred of resistance left in me, Reed would’ve stripped it away with what he’s just confessed. And his question, I know he isn’t asking if touching me is okay. He never has to ask that.
He’s never done this before. Neither have I.
I grab his head, guiding him back to look at me. We’re both panting, maybe him more than me, although I’m not sure how that’s possible. I feel like I’ve just ran a hundred miles to get to him.
“Lay on the bed. I want to show you how okay this is.”
His lips curl up in the corner. Keeping his eyes on me, he settles on his back between the pillows, crossing his feet at the ankles and tucking both hands behind his head. I kneel beside him.
“What are you going to do?” he asks, watching as I pull the towel back and let it fall to the bed. He groans when I slowly stroke him. Long, slow pulls.
“You gave me an idea last night.” I lift one knee, then the other, sliding my panties off with my free hand. “Something about sucking your dick while I fingered myself.”
His eyes fall closed when I wrap my lips around him. “Fuck, Beth,” he groans, lifting his hips off the mattress, pushing more of him into my mouth.
I moan when my fingers press between my legs.
So wet. God, I’m so turned on by this.
“Look at you,” he pants as I writhe against my hand, as I take him deeper. Sucking, licking, using my teeth when he throbs against my tongue. His hands thread through my hair. “Dirty girl, touching yourself while you suck my dick. You love this, don’t you? You’re making such a mess between your legs right now.”
“Mm.”
I rub my clit faster, my other hand pumping his dick, following the path of my mouth.
Yes, I do love this. I’ve sucked Reed off before, he just doesn’t remember. I know what he likes. Pain mixed with pleasure, just enough to push him to the edge.
“Beth,” he groans, thighs clenching, the delicious lines of his stomach forming deeper grooves as he sucks in quick breaths. “Fuck, take it. Take my dick. All of it. So good. Goddamn, you suck my dick so good.”
Oh, God. His filthy mouth. I love it.
“Is your pussy wet? God, how wet is it? Are you dripping on the mattress? Mm, fuck, I’m so hard. So hard it almost hurts.”
It almost hurts.
I suck harder, faster, needing it. Needing him. I let him hit the back of my throat, tearing a growl from deep within his chest. His grip tightens on my hair, his dick pulses. “Gonna come,” he warns, his voice strained. “Beth.” He floods my mouth, hips thrusting, my name rolling off his tongue between moans.
Wiping my lips against the back of my hand, I sit back, chest heaving, legs shaking as my fingers press against my clit.
“Reed,” I gasp.
His eyes drop between my legs. “Get up here,” he orders, pulling at my thigh, guiding me with greedy hands until I’m straddling his face.
I rip the shirt above my head and toss it. He moans, looking up at my breasts, then into my eyes as he lifts his head and slowly licks my slit.
“Oh my God.” My hands grip the headboard. I’ve never done this before. I’ve never ridden someone’s face, and Reed senses my hesitation, my embarrassment that has me tensing against his mouth.
“Take it, Beth. Fuck, just take it.” His hands grip my thighs, urging me down until his voice is muffled. I gasp, tossing my head back when he slips his tongue inside me. My hips begin to move, hesitantly rocking. Faster, just a little faster.
“Reed, my God.”
I stare down at him, looking into his eyes as he lets me coat his mouth, as my wetness drips down his chin. His tongue is everywhere, inside me, on my thighs, flicking my clit. He begins to moan, his hands falling away as I move with eagerness. I fist his hair, holding him still as I shamelessly grind against him, chasing my orgasm.
Faster. Almost. So wet. Oh, God.
My head falls back. My breath hitches. Reed slaps my ass, shoving me over the edge as a burst of colors explode behind my eyelids. I chant his name. I beg him to give me this.
I gasp when I feel his teeth sink into my thigh. My head snaps down.
His eyes are pinched shut as he moans against my wet skin. His arm is moving against my calf.
Looking over my shoulder, I catch the first spurt of cum shooting onto Reed’s stomach, the next rolling onto his hand.