Reed's Reckoning

“So fucking incredible. This image will be burned into my brain forever. I don’t mean to embarrass you babe, but you’re drenched. I feel it through the silk touching the tip of my dick. Hope you aren’t fond of these panties.” He yanks on both sides roughly and they tear in two.

We are skin to skin with only my sandals wrapped around his waist. The heat in his eyes puts butterflies in my stomach because making love to Reed Matthews now is going to be a lot different to the Reed Matthews I used to know. He’s demanding and in control. The anticipation is killing me.

“Ari, I need you to trust me. Can you do that?”

I nod slightly.

“Good, baby, because I am going to spend all night worshiping your body. I’ve wanted to fuck you in these shoes since you walked into the kitchen, but now, I want to feel them dig into my back as I lick every inch of you.

“Lie back, Ari, and hold onto the edge of the bar.”

Doing as he says, I squeal when I feel the freezing condensation of the Champagne chiller on the tile bar top. He grins naughtily and grabs the bottle then backs up and nudges my legs free of his waist. I try to keep my head raised to watch him but can’t. Goose bumps cover my body when the cold liquid pours over the bottom of my stomach and then trickles down my hips and legs. I clinch my core trying to ease some of the excitement. At this rate, he won’t even have to touch me before I come from sensory overload.

Both of my feet are lifted and placed around Reed’s shoulders. His eyes rake over my body with animalistic hunger. “I’ve always wanted to drink champagne off your skin.” He licks from my ankle to my knee before switching legs then takes his time reaching the hip bone on both sides before finally kissing my stomach and sucking on my belly button. I’m still squeezing my vaginal muscles as hard as I can, trying not to explode. His mouth lowers and finally reaches my entrance. “I think I missed some.” He swipes his tongue along my slit and I can’t help but cry out.

“Absolutely delicious.” He resumes kissing, licking, and teasing me until I arch up and push down on his mouth. The anticipation is unnerving. I feel the vibration of his chuckle but I don’t care because he finally grabs my ass and concentrates on my center. His tongue swirls inside of me as he massages the skin below his mouth. The sensations shooting through my body are too much. The orgasm builds in my chest and works its way down. I try to move but he holds me still and inserts one finger, scraping the sensitive wall as he pumps it in and out. I thrash against the tile trying to hold out and make this last as long as possible. I pant and moan, and feel him doing the same against my skin. He bites lightly down on my clit then sooths it with a kiss. This sets me over the edge and I scream his name. My thighs tighten around his neck but he doesn’t stop licking, prolonging my release.

“Shit, babe, I think the heels broke skin.” He says against my stomach and moves his hands to loosen my legs gripping around him.

My hands hurt from holding onto the edge of the bar so tightly. I let me legs fall but decide that’s all the movement I can take right now. My vision is spotty and my body shaking. Reed’s hands slide under my shoulders and he lifts me up gently so our faces are inches apart. I expect him to kiss me, but instead he lifts me and turns around.

He walks us into the pool and over to an edge closest to the cascading fountain. The water sprays us slightly which helps cool my overheated skin. Our chests are pressed together and his heart beats in rhythm with mine.

“Is this alright Ari? Are you ready?”

“Yes.” I whisper against his lips.

His hands move to my hips and he positions me so his tip is at my entrance. He slides in very slowly, stretching me as he fills me. I push back trying to ease him all the way in.

“So tight, baby, let me do this.”

“I’m not sure I have a choice.” I moan when he’s all the way in. He doesn’t move for a second letting me adjust to him. The expression on his face goes from soft to completely possessive. I move against him as much as our positions allow.

“Stop, babe, you can ride me later. I’m in control here. Don’t move. Right now, right here, feels like heaven–it feels like home. You and I connected as close as we can get. Your heart beating against mine is the closest I’ve come in all these years to feeling whole.”