Chapter Eighteen

CHAPTER EIGHTEEN

Riff

I slept that night in the bed beside her, dreaming of her—the taste of her, the feel of her, the sounds of her, making me wake up so hard it hurt, the first tendrils of daylight just starting to streak across the sky.

I lay there, taking slow, deep breaths, trying to bring some calm into my system.

"Did you have a nightmare?" Vienna asked, voice sleepy, making me realize I must have jerked awake, stirring her as well.

"No, darlin'," I said, taking another deep breath, hoping the room was still dark enough to hide my problem. "I'm fine. Go back to sleep."

Maybe that was her plan.

But she snuggled close to me, her head going on my chest, and her leg starting to slide over my midsection. Which was exactly where I needed her not to be.

Reflexively, I reached down to push her leg, making her body tighten.

"What's the matter?" she asked, her sweet voice sounding wounded, making me feel like an asshole.

"Nothing you need to worry about," I told her, reaching for the covers that had fallen off of me in my sleep, thanks to the fact that Vienna was a complete and utter blanket hog, despite having no fewer than five of her own already.

"What?" she asked, but I guess the room was just bright enough for her to finally understand. "Oh."

"It's fine. Go back to sleep, V," I said, praying she would, so I could sneak out of bed and handle the situation because it was uncomfortable as fuck, especially with her all cuddled up to me.

Vienna sucked in a deep breath. Then her hand was sliding from its position on my chest and teasing over my stomach, heading lower.

"Hey, no," I said, catching her wrist. "I wasn't asking for anything," I said, giving her elbow a reassuring squeeze.

Honestly, we'd already gotten further than I thought we would so soon. As happy as I was about that, and as much as I was dying for more, I wanted to take things slowly, so we didn't do anything that made her progress in therapy stall or, worse yet, regress.

"I know you weren't," she said, turning her face to press a sweet kiss to my chest, then pulling her wrist free and continuing her exploration lower.

Her finger moved out, sliding into the indent of the V that disappeared into the waistband of my pants, almost like she'd been dying to do just that for a long time.

Then her fingers were teasing along the skin above my waistband before she was sliding over the material, her palm gliding over my cock, making a low groan escape me.

Vienna's head tilted, looking up at me, watching my reaction as she did it again, making my breath sigh out.

Emboldened by that, she rubbed her palm over the head. Once, twice, then over and over until my breath was coming in quick huffs and my fingers were digging into her hip.

Seeming to enjoy that reaction, her hand slipped up, then under my pants, grabbing my cock with her bare hand, making my hips jerk up into the sensation, craving the friction.

"Fuck," I groaned as she started to stroke me. Slow at first, just enjoying watching me react, then faster as my desire grew.

My own hands didn't stay still, sliding down from her hip to cup her ass, squeezing the flesh until I got a little mewling sound out of her.

Tentatively taking that as the desire for more, I let my hand drift between her thighs, finding her hot against my touch, then within minutes, wet through the material.

"Reid, please," she begged, her own hips rocking much like mine were.

I didn't need more encouragement than that.

My hand went up, sliding under her pants and panties, and stroking up her wet, needy pussy as she continued to stroke me.

When I felt no hesitation, my fingers slid inside of her, and a groan escaped me at the idea of someday feeling my cock inside of her like my fingers were right then.

On a strangled little whimper, she was suddenly moving, going up on her knees, but angling down. Like she was going to…

"V, you don't have—" I said as she yanked my pants out of her way.

"I want to," she said, her voice a throaty sound. Like it was physically paining her not to have me in her mouth right then.

All thoughts flew out of my head a second later as I felt her lips close around me, sucking me into her warm, wet mouth, groaning around my cock as she slid down.

Fuck.

I saw white for a second.

And then I was grabbing at her too, roughly yanking her pants and panties down, waiting for her to lift up, so I could remove them fully, then reaching to pull her in position over me.

Grabbing her hips, I yanked her down until her pussy was just where I needed it.

Then my lips and tongue were on her as she worked me, her moans as I flicked and circled her clit vibrating around my cock as she sucked me off.

My fingers surged inside her pussy, feeling her walls tighten around me as I started to thrust, driving her toward that edge faster as she worked me there herself.

Within minutes, I groaned hard as she sucked me deep, sucking down my release as I came so hard that my vision blanked in and out for a second, my hips thrusting up into her mouth.

She was still riding my face, and I felt the way her pussy was clenching my fingers, knowing she was almost there herself.

So I sucked on her clit, and I felt her legs give out as a surprised, gasping moan escaped her and her body trembled, as her pussy pulsed around my fingers over and over.

I kept working her, milking the orgasm for all it was worth as she cried out her face rested on my thigh.

She moved one of her legs so she wasn't straddling my head anymore before she collapsed down at my side, boneless, body racked with aftershocks.

I reached out, massaging her bare ass as she struggled to catch her breath.

"Can we wake up like that every morning?" she asked, finally pushing up to shoot me a bleary-eyed smile, all come-drunk and glowing.

"I'm game if you are," I said, sliding my fingers up from her ass, teasing over her ribs as she leaned over me on all fours.

My gaze slid to hers, gauging her reaction but only finding interest and heat.

So my hand moved up her belly to close over the swell of her breast, loving the way she gasped and her breathing immediately went quick and shallow.

My hand squeezed, and her lips parted on a silent moan.

Emboldened, my fingers moved toward her nipple, taking it between my forefinger and thumb and doing a roll that had her letting out a little whimper.

"Come here," I demanded softly, using my free hand to guide her to straddle me, giving me a better view, more access.

Her ass pressed down on my pelvis as my other hand rose to her other breast, teasing her with rolls, then circles with my thumbs. Before knifing up, and sucking one of her nipples into my mouth, loving the way she cried out and arched back, pressing herself more fully into my mouth, begging for more.

Her hands went to my hair, holding me against her as I sucked and licked, then moved across her chest to continue the torment.

Her hips were already writhing on my pelvis, her body aching for more.

But I was going to go ahead and enjoy the fuck out of getting to know every inch of her.

Wrapping an arm around her hips, I rolled her onto her back and moved over her, my lips on her neck, over her shoulders, down her chest, her ribs, her stomach.

"Reid…" she whimpered, and, fuck, did it sound good to hear my name on her lips.

But I wasn't going to be swayed so quickly.

I still had a fuckuva lot of her to explore.

My tongue traced over her hipbones, my lips teasing over the triangle above her sex, but not moving between, not giving her what she was begging for as her hands pulled at my hair, trying to move me where she was aching for touch.

I moved instead toward her thighs, loving the pillowy softness that had filled in thanks to months of as much food as she wanted to eat.

Did my tongue maybe trace that ultra-sensitive crease between her thigh and her pussy?

I mean… yeah.

And she almost flew off the fucking bed as a tremble moved through her.

So close, but not quite what she wanted.

But I was already moving down her thigh, teasing the inside of her knee, her calf, ankle.

Then pressing a kiss to the arch of her foot, getting a surprised whimper out of her.

Encouraged by her reaction, I moved down, slipping her toe into my mouth. She curled them all reflexively, unsure, before she relaxed into the sensation, letting me suck and bite each of them.

Then moving across to her other foot.

Her ankle. Calf. Knee. Thigh. Crease. Belly. Ribs.

She was practically vibrating with need as I pressed a kiss between her breasts, then rested my head there, smiling up at her, her cheeks flushed, her eyes hooded and hazy.

Her hands grabbed my head, pulling me until my lips were sealing over hers.

I was holding my body up off of her, not wanting her to feel the way my cock had decided it was rested enough, and was straining once again.

But her legs went around my hips as her arms closed around my back, pulling me down until my weight was pressing her into the mattress.

I had no time to try to shift away.

My thick cock pressed against her pussy.

And her whole body jolted.

I was trying to pull away when I saw her eyes open.

Her lips parted.

Her eyes still full of desire.

"We can stop," I said.

"I don't want to," she said, pulling me down once again, her lips desperate on mine.