Page 89 of Reins

Her abs twitch, making her hips buck as she strokes. All I can imagine is her doing that against my face when I’m buried between her thighs.

“You should pull down your leggings so you can open up that pussy.” Fuck, did I go to far?

She freezes, chest heaving with her panting. “Help me take them off?”

This will be the first time she’s bared herself.

“As you wish.” In a single stride, I pause with my hands outstretched. “I’m going to touch your waistband.”

Her arm slips off her eyes to meet my fevered gaze. “Okay.”

Then she lifts her hips letting me tug them down in a steady pull, leaving only a scanty pair of black panties.

I can’t hide my gasp as the marks appear. “There’s my beautiful girl,” I murmur, freeing her feet from the spandex.

Everything in me wants to run my palms down her thighs but I force myself back into the chair. “I want to kiss every inch of you. Show me where you want my mouth.”

Her finger rises, pushing up her shirt to show me one of those perfect fucking nipples. “Here?”

“Mmm, yes. I’d flick one with my tongue and one with my thumb.” I can’t take much more. The heel of my hand presses with all my strength on my groin.

“Lower,” I grunt. “Pretend it’s me kissing down your belly.”

She traces the indent of her pelvis, flirting with the elastic of those dainty silk panties.

“Push your fingers down to where I want to taste you.” I need to find a pillow. I can’t reach my dresser.

I need something to block her view so I can free my agonizing cock from its prison.

The arm over her eyes falters, sliding down to reveal the fear and panic on her features.

I can tell she’s on the edge of spiraling. “You’re in control, Ros. You don’t have to do this. You’ve done such a good job.”

Her bottom lip rolls between her teeth. “I want to.” And she pushes beneath the lacy hem.

“Can you feel how wet you are?” I need her more than oxygen. “Use your middle finger and stroke slowly up and down.”

The outline of her hand moving beneath the black fabric should be hung in a museum. It’s the most beautiful thing I’ve ever witnessed.

Every time she reaches the top, her knees jerk.

“That part, baby. That firm little button that sends fire through your body? I want to taste you there. Show me how fast you can run your finger around it.” I’m salivating wanting to suck her tight clit between my teeth.

I’d flick it with my tongue until she ripped my ears off.

“Cade…I’m…so hot.” Her breathy pants move to a whine as her thighs fall wider.

“Fuck, Ros. You’re gonna make me come in my jeans. This is the most beautiful moment I’ve ever seen. Faster, baby. Don’t stop.” I have to give in and drop my zipper to let my throbbing length spring free.

“Cade!” Her cry makes her chin reach for the sky and her arm flail, fisting the tangled sheets as her hips jut into her frantic palm. She heaves another harrowing inhale, then stiffens, every muscle quivering with her throaty moan.

My nuts spasm and I erupt with her, spraying my belly in an agonizing release.

As she collapses, I quickly tuck myself away. She isn’t ready for me yet.

“You did so good for me, Ros. Did you like it?” I want to go to her so badly.

“Yea,” she pants, a smile tugging up her cheeks. “I did.”