49. REEMA

"Fucking hell," he snarls. The mattress dips with his weight as he climbs on, getting close enough to bat my hands away. "My job."

"I know how fanatic you are about your jobs," I say, my words ending in a moan as his mouth captures my nipple and sucks.

His response is to lave at the sensitive skin harder. He's talented with his tongue, alternating between long pulls with his mouth and slow circles around the nub. I'm shuddering with the attention, hot desire rushing back down to my pussy again. I want to keep talking and being witty with him, but I'm pretty sure if I open my mouth and try to make this casual, I'll start blathering nonsense. Instead, my hand goes to where it's been wanting to be this whole time. I run my palm along his thick cock, thinking how empty I feel and how fully it's going to stretch me.

"Wait," he grunts. Leaving the bed, he locates his pants and retrieves his wallet. A foiled square is pulled out. Deft hands do the rest, sheathing him with the appropriately named condom. Then Coleman comes back and tries to arrange me, so I go on top of him, but I resist. "I don't want to do the lap thing. Not this time."

"Oh?"

I grab a pillow and put it under my hips. Then I decide I need another and stack one more. He is watching me so intensely the whole time.

"What now?" he wonders.

I tilt my head up with bold confidence, but my voice is soft. "Make me… take it."

Something starved etches into his face. His palms widen my knees again and he positions himself closer. How the length of him covers my mound is delirious. He seemed to enjoy torturing himself by running himself along my seam, nudging his head against my clit and making me whimper.

"You want to be my good girl?" he rumbles. "You like being the best, don't you? You want me to award you top marks for taking me like this for our first time?"

He's so fucking arrogant, but everything he is saying only makes me wetter.

"Make me forget everything," I plead.

"With pleasure," he croons, slowly sinking inside me. The first few inches slide in easily, but after that is a much tighter fit, as if I'm made exactly to his specifications and there isn't any leeway for anything else.

When I start mumbling something about oh and god and him, his head drops down beside my ear. "Such a good girl, already taking me so well," he whispers, as if I need the encouragement. "You feel so fucking good. Fuck. What are you doing to me?"

The steady tilt of hips pushes him in deeper, and this low wail comes out of me. He brings his head up, wild green eyes searching mine, checking in on me.

"So good," I gasp. For some reason, I don't want him holding back. I don't want this to be any less between us. I need to be mindless.

"There's still more to go, baby." His fingers stroke my face. "You need to relax. Accept my cock. Accept me."

It sounds stupid simple, and not at all what should work, but somehow it does. His gentle order relaxes some coil inside me, and finally he seats himself completely. There's no more talking between us, but I read how frayed this impeccably controlled man has become from being inside me. He groans loudly until his mouth seeks mine, and we plunder each other there. It gives me time to get used to his cock. Not that I will. For how can I when I feel him literally everywhere? It's as if he is inside of me in every way that matters.

When he finally starts to move, his mouth leaves mine and kisses its way to the top of my temple. He's swearing and mumbling other things, but I can't understand any of them because I'm burning up completely. I try to meet his thrusts halfway, but he doesn't need help. He's taken over, increasing the pace until it reaches a speed that leaves me reeling. His rhythm is relentless and I'm flying because of it.

It feels so good that my pussy becomes a glove around him, not wanting him to pull out. But then it rejoices when he's back again just a moment later. I think there is some water leaking from my eyes. Another release is coming as I'm dragged up this mountain of pleasure.

I'm not ready. I don't want this to end. More unsteady kisses worship my skin. They're so tender compared to the almost brutal snapping of his hips as he fucks me. My fingers dig into his back, making him go even faster. I've got no idea how he's done it to me, but I've got no control left. I'm about to break and so I cry out how close I am.

When his hand reaches down to circle my clit, the second orgasm hits me all at once.

I scream his name.