He paused, kissing the spot between my shoulder blades, and then smoothed his hands up the sides of my legs as he rose, stopping long enough to press a kiss at the base of my spine.
"Reece," I whispered.
"Yes?" Those hands dragged up to my waist.
"What are you up to?"
The tips of his fingers toyed with the strap of my thong as he leaned his hips against me. I could feel the hardness against my back. "What does it feel like?" He didn't give me much of a chance to answer, because he glided one hand down my belly, under the skimpy panties. He cupped me. "In case you need a helpful hint. You said you were mine. I'm acting on that."
Oh God, he totally was acting on that. He slid a finger inside me, where I literally throbbed for him, gliding through the wetness. My hips jerked as he brushed against the spot I thought only my trusty vibrator knew the location of. His thumb circled the bundle of nerves with exquisite skill. I surged against his hand shamelessly, my body completely taking over.
He ground his hips as he continued to work me with his fingers. "I could come just with you riding my hand."
My body burned at his words. There was something truly hedonistic about this, raw and new to me. And I was so close to exploding, so much so that when he pulled his hand away, I whimpered.
Then I heard the heavy sound of his equipment belt hitting the floor, the tinny sound of the zipper. My heart pounded. "Hurry," I urged him.
He kissed my shoulder as his arm circled my waist. "Babe, if I hurry any faster, this will be over before I get inside you."
I reached down to tug my panties off, but he stopped me. "Leave them on," he ordered. "And put those hands on the counter. Keep them there."
Surprised and turned on way too much, I placed my hands over the countertop, biting back a moan. I kind of-okay, I really did-like when he got all bossy like this.
Using his foot, he spread my legs while he blazed a path of hot kisses down the side of my neck. Then he lifted me onto the tips of my toes, pushing my front down across the counter.
"Stay right there," he said. I shuddered as I heard foil ripping. There was a pause and then he smoothed his hands over my bottom, kneading the flesh. I cried out as he yanked the thin strip of material to the side. "I wish you could see yourself right now. So fucking beautiful, Roxy."
I closed my eyes, letting the words wash over me. In this moment, I never believed the words more than I did now.
"Oh God," I panted, feeling him between my legs. His arm circled my waist again and he lifted me up until my toes barely touched the ground.
There was something irrevocably sensual about having sex still somewhat dressed and oddly, I felt more exposed than I ever did while naked. Those thoughts fled quickly as he rocked his hips against my rear, stopping as he slid in maybe an inch.
Then he slammed his hips forward, entering me swiftly and deeply, going as far I could take him. He surged inside me, forcing a scream of unfettered pleasure out of me.
"Hell, you're so tight," he said, sealing us together. "This way isn't hurting you, is it?"
"No. No way. Not at all." I swiveled my hips just in case he missed the point, and when he groaned, I did it again . "Please, Reece, I need it."
"No." He withdrew his hips, pulling out until only the head remained in. "This isn't what you need."
"Yes, it is. Like for real."
He rocked those powerful hips, hitting that spot. "You need me. Not just my cock. Me."
I wanted to scream my denial, but those words died on my tongue like ash. He pulled me back against him, forcing my weight onto my arms. His hand balled into my hair, twisting it until my head turned to the side. The kiss was hot and aggressive, enough to get me right to the edge and he knew it.
Stretched as I was and because of the height difference, I couldn't move. Not even when he began to thrust fast and deep, setting a pace that pushed me to my limits. The hand in my hair let go and moved between my thighs.
"That's it," he urged, doing something truly shattering with his fingers at the juncture of my thighs. "Come for me."
His deep thrusts, his words, and what he was doing with his hand sent me flying over the edge. Crying out, I reached up and over, dragging my fingers through the soft brush of his hair. The release rolled through me, one tumultuous wave after another. It was like every nerve ending had fired at once. My body trembled with the force, the beauty of it.
"God, I feel you coming," he breathed. "It's fucking perfect. You're perfect."
I was boneless as he guided me down so I was bent over the counter once more. My fingers slipped over the granite as I rested my weight on my forearms. I looked over my shoulder at him. Through a mess of my hair, I saw his striking face strained, jaw locked tight.
Reece was beautiful.
"I can't hold back any longer," he said, voice strangled.
A shiver whipped its way down my spine. "Don't."
He gripped my waist and he didn't hold back. My hips hit the counter, and he was wild as he pushed into me. My muscles clenched and before I knew it, those tiny shivery aftershocks exploded into another release that wringed a sharp cry out of me.
Reece curved his body over mine, his hips pumping once more, and then he shouted hoarsely. I rested my cheek against the cool countertop, eyes closed as I panted. The roll of his hips slowed as his lips pressed against the corner of mine.
"That's the best damn dessert I've ever had," he whispered. "I'm thinking this is going to be a requirement after every meal."
"Mmm," I murmured. It was all I was capable of.
"Though I'm not sure that's a good idea." He kissed my cheek. "You might not be able to walk if we kept this up."
So true.
Reece eased out of me and disposed of the condom. I didn't move while he tucked himself away and zipped up his pants. I was just a puddle of postcoital bliss as he turned me around and gathered me close against his chest.
He kissed me softly and it was such a beautiful, tender kiss. Brushing my hair back from my face, he moved that sweet kiss to my brow. "You should get some rest. In my bed, not that damn couch. We have a big day tomorrow."
"We do?" I looked up at him.
"Yeah." His features softened, and it pulled at my heart and it made me think crazy things like forever. "Tomorrow we talk to your parents."