17. Reese

If I was nervous about being naked in front of Skyler, having his head between my legs shouldn’t be much better.

But it is. Fluttery desire, like a pack of excited butterflies, storms around my midsection. His breath cascading over my apex has my hips twitching.

He hooks his arms under my thighs and spreads them apart. I’m so thankful he didn’t run for it after my initial freak out.

That may have sent a fissure down our relationship that couldn’t be repaired. It’s a little like playing with fire, this whole thing. I’m becoming increasingly aware of that. But he’s being so patient and sweet and…

His tongue parts my folds and there’s nothing sweet about the groan that rumbles in his throat. My hips twitch violently when his tongue circles around my clit.

His hands anchor my ass and my hips to the bed, holding me steady while his tongue, broad and soft, runs from my center to my clit and back down. When he covers my clit with his lips and sucks, I have to stifle a moan.

He pauses, laughter in his voice. “Doing okay up there, Reese?”

“Mm-hm.”

My agreement comes out in a squeak.

His finger joins the party, slowly dipping inside. “I’m going to need more than that.”

“Yes. It’s good, Skyler. Keeping doing whatever it is you’re doing.”

He chuckles, returning his tongue to my clit.

I cry out. I’ll keep talking, if only to keep him from poking his head up again. “Faster.”

I murmur, sighing when he obeys my command. “Just like that. Oh shit. Don’t stop.”

He adds a second finger to the first, kissing my inner thigh. “Too much?”

“No, not at all.”

My hips buck under his firm grip. “Deeper… please.”

He forces his fingers deeper, curling them inward. When he finds my G-spot, my hips twitch. “Yes.”

I gasp. “Right there.”

No hiding, he said. I couldn’t if I wanted to. His touch is overwhelming, possessing. Where I would turn back, timid and inexperienced, he plunges forward. Literally.

My body is twitching, quivering under his ministrations. He carries me to the top, spiraling higher and higher, until I crash down around him, his name on my lips.

And even then, his tongue lashes at my clit, stretching out the pleasure in ways I didn’t know was possible.

When he’s satisfied that he’s wrung every last drop of bliss from my shaking body, he works his way up until he’s lying beside me. His fingertip slides across my lips. “Open up.”

I part my lips for him, and he slides his fingers over my tongue. “See how good you taste, Reese? How sweet?”

Sweet isn’t the word I’d use, but there aren’t really words to describe it. It’s like a color no one has ever seen. Or a word no one has ever spoken.

And it is sweet, but not like honey and fruit; but sweet like a warm breeze on a summer night, or like the way it feels to kick off my heels after a long day at work.

Good. Satisfying.

Sweet.

I curl my tongue around his fingers, lavishing him with attention. His body trembles against mine, and my eyes fly up to his, noting how dilated they are. Practically black.

I pull his fingers out of my mouth and press a hand on his shoulder until he’s lying on his back. Slipping a leg over his torso, I climb over him, straddling his hips.

Nobody would call me graceful, but he’s a big guy and can handle a clumsy knee to the stomach as I settle in.

His cock is like a steel rod, pressing up against my naked pussy. Only the thin layer of his boxers separates us. I lean forward, capturing his lips with mine.

He raises his head to meet mine, those big hands curving over my back. I can taste myself on his tongue. Sucking his lower lip into my mouth, I let it go, charting a path down his jaw. Nipping at the crook of his neck.

My intention is to work my way, all the way down. So I can return the favor. So I can see what he tastes like on my tongue.

I slip my hand between us, curving it over his boxer-clad shaft. He groans, thrusting his hips up through my hands. It’s captivating to feel his desire and all thoughts of a blow job go out of my head.

I want the real thing; I want to know what it feels like to have him pumping his hips, moving inside me.

I shove his boxers down, wrapping my hands around the real thing. His skin is hot and soft, but the flesh beneath is incredibly hard. His breathing is shaky, coming fast.

He lifts his head to watch my attempts at jerking him off. “Is this okay?”

His head flops back, and he nods, squeezing his eyes shut. “It’s more than okay.”

“Skyler?”

I squeeze his cock and he grunts. “What’s up, baby?”

That’s the second time we’ve called each other baby, and it makes me absurdly happy. I lean forward, letting my tummy press into his cock. “I want you inside me.”

His eyes open and he slips his hands through my hair, cupping the back of my head. “Are you sure?”

I slide forward, letting my slick pussy run the length of his shaft. “Very, very sure.”