Holding Her Hand (The Reed Brothers 9)

She freezes. “Why?”

“The others…they were nothing. What I feel for you… I can’t even describe it. I feel like I’m coming home after a long trip. Like this is where I was always meant to be.”

“Even though I’m hearing?” she asks.

“Yes.” I nod at her. “You’re you. I never realized you were missing. But you were. And now you’re here and I feel like I’ve come home. Is that stupid?”

She laughs. “No.” She stares into my eyes. “It’s perfect.”

I kiss her belly and pop the button on her jeans, taking a minute to run my hands over the scars on her belly. “Can I kiss you down here?”

She nods and helps me take off her jeans and panties, lifting her bottom before I slide them down her legs and over her feet. Her legs are slender like her arms, and there are more spatter scars from the hot oil accident. Her belly is bumpy from actual burns and skin grafts, and I take the time to run my hands all over it, letting her know that it’s okay, that I like every inch of her.

I kiss her over her mound, letting my lips linger until she squirms and opens her thighs ever so slightly. I push them wider, skimming my fingers up and down the soft, supple skin of her inner thighs. She wiggles her hips and I blow gently across her folds, which are glistening and pink and waiting for me to taste her. Her pussy is bare and damp, with just a tiny tuft of hair at the top of her crease. I would take her pussy any way I could get it, but I particularly love that she shaves.

I lick her slit, watching her face closely. She closes her eyes and fills her lungs with air as her hands fist in the quilt under her. I can’t get quite close enough, so I palm her ass, lift her to my mouth, and suck her clit between my lips, tonguing it gently but fiercely, because I need for her to come quickly. I need for her to come before I come in my pants. I need to feel her shatter.

Her hips find a rhythm against my tongue, and I use the flat of it to lick her clit. Her thighs begin to tremble on each side of my head, and they lift to press against my ears as she thrusts against my mouth.

Then she falls apart. I feel it when it happens, and I watch her all the way through it, not releasing my grip on her ass or my frantic pace against her clit until she tries to pull away from me. She’s probably sensitive now that she came, so I slow my tongue, bringing her back down. Her belly clenches in small spasms and I wish my dick was inside her so I could feel them. Some men say they can’t feel the tremble in a pussy, but if you’re inside a woman and you just made her come like crazy, you pay attention and you enjoy every second of it. I watch her body, and stop moving my tongue when she falls replete against the bed. She lays a hand on her chest and stares up at the ceiling, her breaths falling harshly, her chest heaving.

I wipe my face on the quilt and climb up to lie beside her. “You came like crazy, right?” I gloat and pretend to pat myself on the back.

She rolls toward me and hooks a leg over my hip. My dick pulses, already reaching for her heat. “Do you have a condom?” she asks.

I nod and reach behind me, pull open a drawer, and get a condom. She takes it from me and rips it open with her teeth.

“Can I do it?” she asks.

I nod and watch her as she sinks down a little lower in the bed. Her fingertips play around the head of my dick.

“I’m afraid I’ll hurt you,” she says.

I take her hand in mine and squeeze it. “It’s a dick,” I tell her. “You’re not going to break it. Be as rough as you want.”

She laughs and rolls the condom down until it’s snug at the base of my cock. I tug it a little lower, and then I roll on top of her. I press against her center, and she freezes.

“Are you sure?” I ask, using my voice.

She tilts her hips. “Yes. I’m sure.”

“I don’t want to hurt you.”

She hooks her legs around my hips and pulls me with her heels, and I slide into her slowly. Her mouth falls open and a breath of wind escapes her, and then nothing. She clenches her eyes tightly closed, and the greedy walls of her pussy suck at me.

“Are

you okay?” I ask.

She nods and nudges me forward again with her heels. I go a little deeper. I’d be lying if I said I didn’t want to pound into her. But she’s precious to me. I want to make this okay for her. I want to make it memorable. I want to not bust a nut until she’s satisfied too. But I’m not sure that’s going to be possible, not with her wrapped so tightly around me, taking me inside her.

When I’m as deep as I can go, I lift up on my arms and start to move. Her eyes open and she stares into mine. “Yes,” she says. I can see the word on her lips and feel it in her body, feel it as she takes all of me again and again. She arches to meet me, and she’s so damn tight.

“I can’t hold back,” I warn. She looks at me and shakes her head. She doesn’t know what I said. “I’m going to come,” I explain.

She nods. I stop and look at her, really look at her. She’s breathing hard, and sweat dots her forehead. But she’s not satisfied.

“Are you hurting?” I ask.