Reeve (The Henchmen MC 11)

His hand pulled at my hair, dragging me back up, urging me to straddle him once again as he reached between us to stroke my clit for a moment. "Got a sweet fucking mouth," he told me, burying his face in my neck, nipping the soft flesh there. "Bet your pussy is even sweeter," he said as his fingers slipped inside again, curling fast, and tapping hard against my G-spot once, making me slam forward into him with the intensity.

His other hand left me, reaching outward toward the nightstand. I heard shuffling, then the sound of a condom crinkling open.

I pushed back, watching as his fingers slid out of me, then both hands went between us, making short work of protecting us before fisting his cock with his hand, and rubbing it between my lips, tapping it hard and fast against my clit until I couldn't seem to find my breath with the intensity of my need.

"Please, Reeve, please, I need..." I whimpered, close, so intolerably close. But I didn't want to come like this. I wanted to come with him inside me.

"You need what?" he asked, voice low, but rough, as needy as I felt, I was sure, for the torment to be ended.

"I need you inside me," I told him, watching as his eyes flickered closed for a second before opening, watching me intently as he dragged his cock back down between my folds to press it against my entrance, pausing there, waiting.

"Take me in, Rey," he demanded, one hand slipping down my hip to sink into my ass.

I shifted slightly, then, eyes on his, I lowered myself down, feeling his cock press past the entrance, stretching me wide to accommodate him. His eyes bore into mine as I took him, inch by perfect inch, until he was settled deep, claiming every inch of me.

This.

God, this this this.

This was what was so amazing between lovers.

Not the sex.

Not just body parts inside body parts.

The connection.

The connection that was bodies and minds and hearts.

This was what I always held out for.

But even so, even though I had always been that choosy, demanding depth in the action, it had never felt like this did.

This was something else, something new, something I didn't have a name for. But it felt important. It felt vital.

"Babe," he said what seemed like ages later, as I settled into the moment, into the almost overwhelming rightness of it. "You okay?" he asked, brows creasing slightly.

My arms slid slowly around his neck, holding on, but loosely so my eyes could stay on his.

"I've been waiting forever," I said, watching as his eyes went melty.

I don't think he knew the depth of that meaning. I was sure he thought I meant that we hadn't been able to have sex because of his injuries.

I meant that too.

But I meant something else as well.

I meant that my whole life, I had been searching for this type of connection, this depth of feeling, this overwhelming rightness with another person.

And it was finally, finally here.

"You don't have to wait anymore," he told me with a slightly bemused smile, seeming to think I was dumb with need. Which, maybe I was too.

But at the reminder, I could feel him again within me, stronger, deeper, fuller.

And the need became what it had been moments before - clawing, demanding.

My hips rose and paused when he was only halfway within me before pressing back down, taking him deep again, eyes on his the whole time.

And, what's more, his eyes were pinned on mine, both of us seeming to share the weight of the moment as I kept riding him, slowly, despite everything in my body begging for completion.

"Fucking beautiful," his voice rumbled when my head fell back on a moan as I got closer, as my body got nearer to the edge. "Let me feel you come," he added, voice so rough it barely made it out of his mouth.

I knew that as soon as I did, he would follow.

I would take him with me.

As if my body wanted that as much as my heart did, my walls tightened around him hard, teetering me on the edge.

"That's it, babe. Come," he told me, voice soft.

And then I did, the waves crashing hard and deep and slow, rolling until I couldn't take it; I had to collapse forward into him, crying out into his neck, holding on way too tightly.

But he wrapped me up too, holding me together as I fell apart.

Then, on the tail of the last crash, his body tensed, and my name came from his lips as he found his own bliss.

But it wasn't a curse of my name.

It was something deeper.

Almost reverent.

The sound brought a rush of unexpected tears to my eyes, making me close them tight, fight them away, knowing it was too soon for that, knowing I needed to be careful.