Sweet Possession
Page 27
“Reese, please. Get in me already.”
He laughs softly and hovers there, running his length up and down my slick pussy. “Tell me what you want, Dylan. I wanna hear you say it.”
I moan loudly as he presses against my clit. But I don’t talk; no, I’ll let him ask me again. Because I know he will.
“Dylan.” He drops his head, pressing his forehead against mine. His neck rolls with a deep swallow. “Fucking say it.”
I close my eyes and tilt my head up, bringing our lips together. “Just you,” I whisper. “I never stopped thinking about you. Not for one second.” I open my eyes and see him studying my face as if he hasn’t seen it in years. He’s caressing me with his sight, delicately memorizing every inch of me. My hands grab his face, my thumbs lightly stroking his cheeks. We’ve been apart for eighty-five days.
“Eighty-five days. Did you…” I stop talking and see his eyes read what I was going to say. But I can’t say it. Because even though he had every right to be with other women, I suddenly realize I don’t want to picture it.
“No.” His hand brushes my hair off my forehead, tucking it behind my ear. “I tried, though. I wanted to forget you, because it was fucking killing me. Images of you, in my mind. They were constant.” His Adam’s apple rolls in his throat and he lets out a shaky breath, still holding himself at my entrance. “I went out a few times to pick up someone, but I’d end up leaving almost immediately after I got there. And then I’d just go home and give in to it. I’d let myself think of you. Or I’d go for a really long run, which only made me think of you even more.”
My eyes rake over his sculpted upper body, looking even leaner than it had a little over two months ago. His muscles are even more defined, the edges more rigid. “Have you been running a lot?”
He nods and swallows again. “Yeah. You have, too. You’ve lost weight.”
I shake my head. “No, I just haven’t really been eating. My appetite usually disappears when I’m an emotional wreck.” I run my hands down his neck to his shoulders, feeling his muscles flex under my touch. “What did you think about?”
He smiles the tiniest bit and eases forward, entering me slowly. I moan quietly and arch off the bed, my chest brushing against his. “That, right there. The sounds you make when I’m moving in you.” He begins thrusting in a slow rhythm, taking his time while he watches me below him. “The way you arch into me.” His hand brushes down my face and onto my chest. “Like you need to be touching me with every part of you.” His hand moves lower and grabs my leg, pinning it in front of him. “How fucking beautiful you look when you come. I couldn’t get you out of my head. You were always there. Every look you gave me, every moment I held you. I couldn’t let go of it.” He stops moving and runs his finger along my lower lip. “I could be without you for the rest of my life and I’d never want anyone else.”
I blink heavily, sending a tear down the side of my face. When I reopen my eyes, I see the pain in his, the memory of those eighty-five days and how it affected him. I reach up, laying my hand against his cheek. “You’ll never be without me again. I’m yours. I always have been. Even when we were apart.”
“So, you didn’t…”
I shake my head, seeing the tension that set in his features when he started to ask that question slowly release. “I could never be with anyone else. Not after you.”
He drops his head and kisses me like he needs my air to breathe. It’s urgent. Hungry. And I feel that kiss throughout my entire body, reigniting my ache for him. “I need you to move,” I whisper against his mouth.
He bends my knee and pushes it against my chest as he starts thrusting into me again. His eyes stay glued to mine, capturing my gaze, daring me to look away. I can’t. Even if I want to. I missed this look of his. The look I know he only reserves for me. The look that could make me do anything.
“You know what else I thought about?” he asks.
“What?” I reach above me and search for something to grab, wrapping my hands around my bed post. His slow thrusts are hitting every nerve ending in my body. The heavy drag of his cock as it fills me, pulsing against that spot only he has ever been able to find. I’m coming apart below him, and he doesn’t seem to be anywhere near done with me. “Reese, please.”
He growls through a moan. “That. How you beg me, over and over again. Like I’d ever deny you.” His hands grip the sheet next to my head as his thrusts become more forceful but still slow. I tilt my pelvis, bringing my hips up to meet him and giving him deeper entry. “I’m so fucking lost in you, Dylan. I always have been.”
“Fuck, Reese.” My orgasm rips through me, burning in my core and spreading out quickly. I’m clenching around him, my hands raking down his back and clawing at his skin. I’m sure I’m drawing blood but I don’t care, and he doesn’t seem to either. He lunges deeper, deeper again and continues the sweet torture. “I want you to come.”
“Not yet. Give me another, love.” His hands run down my sides and grip my hips as he thrusts hard, then harder into me. His eyes are locked onto mine, holding me, keeping me with him. “Too damn long. I’ve been without you and it nearly killed me.”
“Me, too. I… holy shit.” Bracing myself with my hands over my head, I feel my second orgasm building in my gut.
Again? Already? Of course, look who’s above me right now. Why the hell do I question this man’s skill level?
His grunts ring out around us, filling my loft. His forehead is creased and the sweat is building just below his hairline. A drop hits my chest and rolls between my breasts. I arch off the bed, pushing against him, needing the contact. Needing every inch of him touching me. I can’t get him close enough, not after eighty-five days, not ever. And then it happens. That second orgasm spreads through my body and I’m clinging to him, rocking against him as he pounds into me.
“That’s it. Christ, I love watching you like this.”
I’m shaking, trembling as I come down. And then I’m quickly flipped onto my knees, Reese bracing himself behind me. The movement’s so fast, I don’t have time to think before he enters me again. “Reese, I don’t know if I…”
“You will. You know I can do this to you all night.”
Oh, God. Death by orgasm. Is it possible to have three orgasms back to back like this and actually be able to function afterwards? Shit, who the hell cares? This is Reese Carroll we’re talking about. Plus, how sweet would it be to die this way? Screaming his name in ecstasy. Falling to a slow, post-climatic death. Absolutely. I’ll take that.
I bow my back and push into him, dropping to my elbows as his hands wrap around my waist. I feel his breath on my back, quick bursts of air. His lips kiss the skin there, trailing lower to my hips. He’s pounding into me, giving me every bit of him and I’m taking it. He’s so deep this way, his hips crashing against mine as I grip the sheets. My knuckles are stark white as I desperately try not to collapse under his power. I can feel him tense against my body, knowing he’s close and I’m right there with him. “I need you to come with me. Please. I don’t want to come again without you.”
He laughs softly and hovers there, running his length up and down my slick pussy. “Tell me what you want, Dylan. I wanna hear you say it.”
I moan loudly as he presses against my clit. But I don’t talk; no, I’ll let him ask me again. Because I know he will.
“Dylan.” He drops his head, pressing his forehead against mine. His neck rolls with a deep swallow. “Fucking say it.”
I close my eyes and tilt my head up, bringing our lips together. “Just you,” I whisper. “I never stopped thinking about you. Not for one second.” I open my eyes and see him studying my face as if he hasn’t seen it in years. He’s caressing me with his sight, delicately memorizing every inch of me. My hands grab his face, my thumbs lightly stroking his cheeks. We’ve been apart for eighty-five days.
“Eighty-five days. Did you…” I stop talking and see his eyes read what I was going to say. But I can’t say it. Because even though he had every right to be with other women, I suddenly realize I don’t want to picture it.
“No.” His hand brushes my hair off my forehead, tucking it behind my ear. “I tried, though. I wanted to forget you, because it was fucking killing me. Images of you, in my mind. They were constant.” His Adam’s apple rolls in his throat and he lets out a shaky breath, still holding himself at my entrance. “I went out a few times to pick up someone, but I’d end up leaving almost immediately after I got there. And then I’d just go home and give in to it. I’d let myself think of you. Or I’d go for a really long run, which only made me think of you even more.”
My eyes rake over his sculpted upper body, looking even leaner than it had a little over two months ago. His muscles are even more defined, the edges more rigid. “Have you been running a lot?”
He nods and swallows again. “Yeah. You have, too. You’ve lost weight.”
I shake my head. “No, I just haven’t really been eating. My appetite usually disappears when I’m an emotional wreck.” I run my hands down his neck to his shoulders, feeling his muscles flex under my touch. “What did you think about?”
He smiles the tiniest bit and eases forward, entering me slowly. I moan quietly and arch off the bed, my chest brushing against his. “That, right there. The sounds you make when I’m moving in you.” He begins thrusting in a slow rhythm, taking his time while he watches me below him. “The way you arch into me.” His hand brushes down my face and onto my chest. “Like you need to be touching me with every part of you.” His hand moves lower and grabs my leg, pinning it in front of him. “How fucking beautiful you look when you come. I couldn’t get you out of my head. You were always there. Every look you gave me, every moment I held you. I couldn’t let go of it.” He stops moving and runs his finger along my lower lip. “I could be without you for the rest of my life and I’d never want anyone else.”
I blink heavily, sending a tear down the side of my face. When I reopen my eyes, I see the pain in his, the memory of those eighty-five days and how it affected him. I reach up, laying my hand against his cheek. “You’ll never be without me again. I’m yours. I always have been. Even when we were apart.”
“So, you didn’t…”
I shake my head, seeing the tension that set in his features when he started to ask that question slowly release. “I could never be with anyone else. Not after you.”
He drops his head and kisses me like he needs my air to breathe. It’s urgent. Hungry. And I feel that kiss throughout my entire body, reigniting my ache for him. “I need you to move,” I whisper against his mouth.
He bends my knee and pushes it against my chest as he starts thrusting into me again. His eyes stay glued to mine, capturing my gaze, daring me to look away. I can’t. Even if I want to. I missed this look of his. The look I know he only reserves for me. The look that could make me do anything.
“You know what else I thought about?” he asks.
“What?” I reach above me and search for something to grab, wrapping my hands around my bed post. His slow thrusts are hitting every nerve ending in my body. The heavy drag of his cock as it fills me, pulsing against that spot only he has ever been able to find. I’m coming apart below him, and he doesn’t seem to be anywhere near done with me. “Reese, please.”
He growls through a moan. “That. How you beg me, over and over again. Like I’d ever deny you.” His hands grip the sheet next to my head as his thrusts become more forceful but still slow. I tilt my pelvis, bringing my hips up to meet him and giving him deeper entry. “I’m so fucking lost in you, Dylan. I always have been.”
“Fuck, Reese.” My orgasm rips through me, burning in my core and spreading out quickly. I’m clenching around him, my hands raking down his back and clawing at his skin. I’m sure I’m drawing blood but I don’t care, and he doesn’t seem to either. He lunges deeper, deeper again and continues the sweet torture. “I want you to come.”
“Not yet. Give me another, love.” His hands run down my sides and grip my hips as he thrusts hard, then harder into me. His eyes are locked onto mine, holding me, keeping me with him. “Too damn long. I’ve been without you and it nearly killed me.”
“Me, too. I… holy shit.” Bracing myself with my hands over my head, I feel my second orgasm building in my gut.
Again? Already? Of course, look who’s above me right now. Why the hell do I question this man’s skill level?
His grunts ring out around us, filling my loft. His forehead is creased and the sweat is building just below his hairline. A drop hits my chest and rolls between my breasts. I arch off the bed, pushing against him, needing the contact. Needing every inch of him touching me. I can’t get him close enough, not after eighty-five days, not ever. And then it happens. That second orgasm spreads through my body and I’m clinging to him, rocking against him as he pounds into me.
“That’s it. Christ, I love watching you like this.”
I’m shaking, trembling as I come down. And then I’m quickly flipped onto my knees, Reese bracing himself behind me. The movement’s so fast, I don’t have time to think before he enters me again. “Reese, I don’t know if I…”
“You will. You know I can do this to you all night.”
Oh, God. Death by orgasm. Is it possible to have three orgasms back to back like this and actually be able to function afterwards? Shit, who the hell cares? This is Reese Carroll we’re talking about. Plus, how sweet would it be to die this way? Screaming his name in ecstasy. Falling to a slow, post-climatic death. Absolutely. I’ll take that.
I bow my back and push into him, dropping to my elbows as his hands wrap around my waist. I feel his breath on my back, quick bursts of air. His lips kiss the skin there, trailing lower to my hips. He’s pounding into me, giving me every bit of him and I’m taking it. He’s so deep this way, his hips crashing against mine as I grip the sheets. My knuckles are stark white as I desperately try not to collapse under his power. I can feel him tense against my body, knowing he’s close and I’m right there with him. “I need you to come with me. Please. I don’t want to come again without you.”
