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His raw honesty cut through me like a knife.
“Okay,” I said, pressing a gentle kiss to the corner of his mouth.
Wordlessly, I took his hand, and led him into my bedroom.
•••••••
It had been a longtime since I’d had a man in my bed. Under normal circumstances I’d probably have been nervous about my body, worrying about whether Reggie would like what he saw when the clothes were gone.
It was hard to be nervous about anything at all, though—it was hard to even think—with the way his mouth moved hungrily against mine. It was like he was determined to worry away at all my insecurities with the tip of his tongue, until there was no room left for anything but him.
He walked me backwards through my bedroom, steering me with one hand on my hip and the other at my waist, until the backs of my knees hit my mattress.
“Lie down,” he murmured. It was dark in my room, but there was enough light from the hallway, enough moonlight streaming in from my bedroom window, that I could see him clearly, broad shoulders silhouetted against the darkness. “I want to touch you.”
I complied, eager for the same thing, then closed my eyes, expecting to feel the mattress dip when he got in bed with me.
Instead, I heard him kneel beside the bed. Felt his hands wrap around each of my ankles.
“What—?” I began. Then yelped as he tugged me towards the edge of the mattress.
“I want to see you let go,” he explained, hands snaking beneath my skirt to tug at the edge of my underwear. “And I want it to be because ofme. I want you to fall apart on my tongue, feel your legs quivering beside my ears as you shout my name.” Hedrew my underwear down my legs and threw them over his shoulder. Then he shoved my skirt up to my waist. “I want to taste you. Everywhere. So badly.”
“Reggie,” I whimpered. I shivered as he pulled my legs over his shoulders, tilted my hips up with his hands. I was splayed open for him, naked and vulnerable, heart thundering so loudly that surely he must be able to hear it.
His mouth was just a hairsbreadth away from where I ached for him. I could feel each shaky exhalation of breath against my core. His beautiful, expressive eyes met mine. “You want this. Don’t you.” He closed his eyes, rubbing his cheek against the inside of my thigh. The delicious scratch of his stubble pulled a groan from me before I realized it had happened. “I cansmellhow much you want me.”
I whined, wriggling in his grip. “Reggie,please.” I could tell he needed verbal confirmation from me that I wanted to be with him like this. But if I didn’t have his mouth on me immediately, I was going to lose my mind. “I want this. I want you.Please.”
His mouth quirked up into a half smile. His eyes darkened. “As my lady commands.”
Then his mouth wasright there, electric, flooding me with sensations I could scarcely remember feeling before and couldn’t name. He was relentless as he devoured me, sucking my clit into his mouth a moment before laving it with the achingly soft flat of his tongue. I tried to cry out but couldn’t, made mindless by pleasure and pure desperate need as I lay helpless on the bed before him, held together only by the determined way he worked me and the vise grip he had on my hips. My breathing was way too fast and growing shallow, my chest heaving, my blood pounding in my veins as he teased and drew out my pleasure.
“Please,” I begged again, my voice raw. I didn’t even knowwhat I was begging for. For him to stop. For him to never stop. I wanted to come. I wanted to makehimcome so hard he would never forget it. With what was left of my sanity, I wondered: Was this something we could actually have? Despite our differences, despite what he was, could we actually be together like this, not just tonight but tomorrow night, and the night after—and have it be real? “Reggie,please.”
My pleas seemed to spur him on, his grip on me tightening as he hauled me up even closer to his mouth. I tried to buck against his face, his clever tongue, desperate for more friction, for release. But his hold on me was too strong. He pinned me in place, keeping me right where he wanted me, preventing me from moving at all as he drove the tight coil of pleasure inside me higher, and higher.
And then—
He pushed one rough finger inside me, and then another,so tight, the delicious intrusion forcing every sentient thought from my head. I needed this—him—all of it. I needed itnow.
“Hades,” he growled against my cunt. “I cannot wait to fuck you.”
His filthy words, mutteredright there, were all I needed to hurtle headlong into orgasm. I scrabbled at the sheets, at Reggie’s hair, clinging to anything I could to anchor me as the waves of bliss came again, and again, and again. Reggie coaxed me through it with his lips and tongue, holding me as he urged my body to keep going. I moaned his name, mindless, back arched like a bow above the bed, locked in pleasure that seemed to stretch on forever.
When I collapsed to the bed, boneless, he was on me in an instant.
“You are sofuckingbeautiful.” His growl was visceral, animalistic. “The way you looked when you came—fuck. I nearly cametoo, just from that. I just—” He was tearing at my clothes in his haste to get them off me, quickly losing patience with the buttons of my blouse. They skittered to the floor as he tugged my arms out of the sleeves, and fumbled with my bra for two seconds before he had that off, too. I was too wrung out, too limp from the aftermath of what he’d given me, to help him. He didn’t seem to care. Nothing was going to get in the way of what he wanted.
Which, apparently, was me—naked.
Suddenly, it was vitally important to me that I not be the only naked person in this situation. I sat up and groped for the hem of his shirt.
“Off,” I mumbled. He didn’t seem to notice. He gently pushed me back down onto the bed, unbuttoned my skirt, tugged it down over my hips. Taking my own clothes off was good, very good—but it wasn’t enough. “It’s not fair that I haven’t gotten to see you yet. Take your shirtoff, Reginald Cleaves.”
At my use of his full name he stared at me, a smirk on his lips. “Impatient, are we?” But he did as I asked, lifting his shirt over his head and tossing it over his shoulder in one fluid movement.
He never broke eye contact with me, keeping his gaze trained on my face even as I let my eyes roam over his body.
