Holding Her Hand (Reed Brothers Book 15)(37)

“You don’t have to,” he tells me as he palms the back of my head.

“I know. I want to.”

“Next time,” he says, as he grabs me under my arms and lifts me up so that our faces are level. I spread my legs around his hips, and he nudges at my entrance. “I don’t want to hurt you.”

I sink down on him slowly, watching his face as I take him inside me. His mouth falls open and the rush of his groan hits my ears. I revel in his pleasure, that I can make him happy. But this is about so much more than hearing him find pleasure. It’s about feeling it.

With a quick jerk, he pulls the t-shirt I borrowed from him over my head and I lift up, resting my palms on his chest as I rise all the way to the tip of his cock. Then he grabs my hips and slams me back down. He cries out a guttural curse. Then he freezes.

I’m fine, I tell him without words. I rise and fall, matching the frenzy of his hands on my hips. He sits up and pulls me forward so that he can tongue my nipple. With teeth, tongue, lips, and heat, he takes me higher, while I ride him roughly down below. He arches to meet me, and I’m sure he won’t be able to get any closer and it can’t feel any better, but then his fingers slide between my lower lips and strum my clit. He slows my hips a little with the palms of his hands, guiding me. “I’m going to come too fast,” he says out loud.

He pinches my clit gently between his thumb and forefinger and rolls it. And the combination of him moving inside and his ministrations on my clit have my movements growing jerky and unwieldy. I suck in a breath and stare into his eyes as my orgasm washes over me. I stop moving, grinding down as hard as I can on his cock, pressing against his fingers, which haven’t stopped moving yet. I brace my hands on his chest and ride it out, and he stares into my eyes, and then he looks down at that place where we’re joined, wraps an arm around my back and flips us over.

I squeal as I land flat on my back. Then he’s moving over me, slow and measured, and I’m so sensitive that I can feel every slide and every grip, rubbing me from inside, taking me to a new state of pleasure. I close my eyes, squeezing his cock inside me, and he catches my face in his hands and says, “Look at me.”

My eyes open under protest, and what I find staring down at me startles me. Ryan’s eyes are full of something I understand, because it’s how I felt the first time we did this. It’s not just my body opening up and taking him inside. It’s also my heart.

A tear runs down the tip of his nose and drips onto my cheek. I pull him closer, and he wraps his arms under mine, his hands on my shoulders, his face in my neck, as he chants, “Yes yes yes yes yes.”

Then he comes apart in my arms. He burrows in, splintering into pieces, and I take all the shattered bits into me. I take him into me. I take all of him, and I’ll be damned if I ever want to give it back.

When his thrusts begin to slow, I wiggle and he stops moving. He sits up a little and stares into my face. “I understand,” he says.

“I know.” I brush a lock of dark hair from his forehead.

“It’s not too fast?”

“No, it’s not.” I run my hands up and down his naked back, which is sweaty and wonderful.

“It’s not too much.” He sniffles.

“It’s just us.”

“Just us,” he repeats with a nod.

“Just us,” I say again. He falls down beside me and pulls me to lie on his chest. I sink into him and wrap my arm tightly around him. I can feel him shift and remove the condom and he throws it in the wastebasket by the bed.

His fingers stroke down the length of my hair and I close my eyes. He holds me tightly, like I’m precious to him, as I fall asleep.





Ryan

I wake up in heaven with the feel of a warm mouth wrapped around my dick. I look down and see a brown head of hair. “Lark,” I say.

She nods, one side of her face pressed against my belly, her hair wild and out of control as she tests how far she can take me in her mouth. I never want her to stop. But she does. Damn it.

She lets my dick pop out of her mouth, and gets up on her hands and knees to look up at me. I want to cry when she lifts her hands to talk to me, but I want her to talk to me at the same time. And then again I don’t. Because I just woke up and I came twice last night and I’d really like to do it again. In her mouth.

“I’ve always wanted to try this,” she says, and then she grins at me.

“Don’t let me stop you,” I say, biting back a grin as I adjust my pillow, sitting up a little taller so I can watch her.

“It’s so soft,” she says, and she wraps her hand around the base of my dick.

“I’m offended,” I say and I pretend to pout.

“Why?” She laughs, her shoulders shaking.

“You called me soft.” I point to my dick. “That is not soft.”

She laughs again and licks me from base to tip.

I tap her on the shoulder. “In your mouth?” I suggest. Enough with the tongue action. It’s not an ice cream cone.

She wraps her lips around the head of my dick and gives it a quick suck. “Like that?”

“Yes, please.” I can’t take the grin off my face.

I settle back to watch her. Her eyes meet mine as she gives it another lick, like she’s an owl and it’s a lollipop, then she grins. “You look awfully comfortable.”