Page 82 of Reclaim Me

We both know I want more than tonight, but it’s all I have the courage to ask for. Rae’s answer comes in the form of a searing kiss that steals my breath and causes me to stumble forward so I can sit her on the counter. The moment she’s on solid ground, my hands go to either side of her face, holding her mouth to mine so I can explore her thoroughly.

It’s been years since I’ve tasted her, but she’s still that perfect mixture of sweet and forbidden, of danger and destruction. When she moans into me, sweeping her tongue into my mouth to relearn the flavor of my desire, I can’t help but moan back, giving her more and more until the kiss is as filthy as the images that crowded my mind last night.

I pull back, which makes Rae whimper, and then sigh when I kiss my way down her neck, over her chest, and then go further still until I’m kneeling on the floor before her, her legs over my shoulders and my lips on the inside of her thigh, making their way to the soft heat of her core.

Rae has the kind of pussy you dream about eating for days. Puffy brown lips with a perfect pink center that you could get lost in. And my favorite thing about her is that she knows how good it is, too; she’s not shy or hesitant about offering it to you. As soon as I make my intentions known, she’s shimming down on the counter to get closer, putting that shit right in my face, forcing me to acknowledge that she doesn’t have any panties on.

“You’ve been waiting for this all day, haven’t you?” I ask, my lips grazing hers as they move. She rolls her hips but remains quiet, so I nip at her clit and repeat myself. “Haven’t you, Sunshine?”

“Yes,” she hisses, using one of those long legs to force my face closer. “So give me what I want, Hunter.”

Unwilling and unable to deny her, I dive in, using my tongue to part her folds and groaning when the sweetness of her essence explodes in my mouth. “Fuck, Rae, has this pussy gotten even sweeter?”

She doesn’t answer, just moans and writhes under my touch and the relentless thrashing of my tongue until she comes apart around me so quickly and quietly that I almost don’t realize that it’s happened. I might have missed it if it wasn’t for the quivering of her thighs and the fucking rainstorm of an orgasm that has her release dripping down my chin and onto my neck.

Puddles, I think, laughing to myself as I wonder how my girl can be sunshine and rain all at the same time.

Not one to waste a drop of the euphoria I worked so hard to wrench from her body, I lap at Rae until she’s squirming and reaching down to push me away.

“Enough,” she pants, chest heaving.

I shake her off, going in for more, desperate to make the moment last. “It’s not enough, Sunshine. It’ll never be enough.”

She pushes up on her elbows, looking down the long line of her body at me. “I can’t come again.”

I frown, knowing for a fact that she’s capable of more than one orgasm in a night. Once, on a really good day, I gave her five. I know because I made her count them.

“Yes, you can,” I assure her, standing up so I can curve my body over hers. She shudders out a breath when I rub my erection against her, and I consume the sound in a quiet kiss.

Rae breaks it, shaking her head as she glances toward the living room where the ending credits of the movie are now playing. “Riley could wake up, we should?—”

“Riley is sound asleep, Sunshine.”

“But she could hear?—”

I cut her sentence short by looping her legs around my waist and picking her up. Her eyes are wide as I carry her the short distance to the laundry room and kick the door closed. The dryer is going again, and the gentle hum creates a noise barrier that will make it impossible for any sound to escape. I pin Rae against the door and kiss her again.

“There. Now, you can be as loud as you want when you come again.”

She lets her head rest against the door. “I already told you I can’t.”

“With him,” I say, my voice a lethal whisper. “That might be true with him, but that’s never been true with me, and you know it.”

To demonstrate my intent to show her, I let my hands move from her hips to the band of my shorts and push them down just enough to free my dick. Rae gasps when she feels the tip brush her ass, and she moans when I drag it through her folds and up to her entrance.

Her hands go to my shoulders, nails digging into my skin. “Hunter.”

“Do you want me to stop?”

She bites her lips, her body already betraying her act of hesitance as she rocks against me. “No,” she says finally, the heat of her breath fanning over my lips. “I don’t want you to stop.”

I push forward, giving her just the tip first and loving the way her eyes flare with determination as she adjusts to the feel of me. Widening my stance, I stroke up, giving her a few inches more before pulling back and starting the maddening process all over again.

Rae’s teeth dig into her bottom lip as one set of fingers leaves my shoulder to trail up my neck, gripping the back of my head to pull me down for a kiss. I love kissing Rae. I always have, but tonight, when I’m trying to be patient and careful, it’s the kind of distraction I don’t need. Still, I indulge her, worshiping her with reverent kisses while I feed my length into her inch by inch.

When I’m fully seated, she breaks the kiss with a hiss.

“You haven’t gotten bigger, right?” She asks, panic in her eyes. “That’s not a thing, is it?”

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