Page 63 of Reformation

“What am I going to find if I keep going up? Am I going to find you wet for me?”

My hand slides from her ankle to her calf, and then to her knee. Her skin is the softest thing I have ever felt. When I look up at her, her eyes are closed and she is frantically nodding at my questions, begging me with her body that is now quivering under my touch.

“I’m going to need words, Angel. What am I going to find when I make my way up this dress that has been teasing me all night?”

“I’m… I’m wet.”

“Are you shy now?” I say as my hand continues its way up her thigh, my other hand beginning to lift her dress up so I have complete access to her. “You weren’t shy earlier.”

“I-I want you so bad, Garrett. I-I can’t… been so long…”

I place a small kiss on the inside of her thigh, and fuck, I can smell her arousal. I’m going to go mad soon if I don’t get my mouth on her.

“I have never wanted anything more in my life. Relax, Angel. I’ve got you.”

I lift her dress over her hips and kiss my way up from her thigh, across her hip bone, and down until I’m tasting Paige for the first time.

“Oh God, Garrett… Oh, fu—”

Her words die out as I lick her from back to front, tasting every inch. I knew she would be sweet, and I should have known just one lick would get me addicted.

I could stay here all night. My tongue is working her wet center, quick flicks working her up before I suck on her clit. The change in sensations makes her hips buck and before I know it, Paige is riding my face.

It’s the hottest moment of my life.

She’s so close, I can tell. I insert one finger and… fuck, she’s already squeezing me like a vise.

“Garrett, please… I’m going to… Oh God, don’t stop.”

Stop? How could I stop now? I couldn’t if I wanted to. Instead, I pick up the pace with my finger, adding a second, trying to find that spot that will send her off as my tongue continues to worship every inch of her pussy.

The second her orgasm begins, I can feel it, and I don’t know how I don’t come in my pants just from her reaction. Her head falls back against the door and her breathing is heavy. Her hands are gripping my hair so tight I think she’s about to rip out a few chunks. The sounds she makes are like none I’ve ever heard. I want to hear them again every day for the rest of my life.

I will never get enough of this woman.

I slowly bring her down, leaving gentle kisses around her center as her breathing slows.

“Garrett, take me to bed.”

Her wish is my command.

I scoop her up, carrying her to her bedroom. I place her down on the mattress, and as I begin to take off her shoes, I’m overwhelmed by the sight in front of me. Her hair fanned across her mattress, her dress still around her waist, and the evidence of her release still there.

It’s the most erotic image I have ever seen.

“You are beautiful,” I say as I take off my tuxedo jacket. “Every day I see you, you are more beautiful than the day before.”

“Come here.”

And I do. I can’t resist her, or her outstretched arms. I lie down on top of her as she brings me in for a kiss, and I know she can taste herself on me. But that doesn’t stop her. In fact, I think it spurs her on. Her hands are pulling at my hair and her legs are wrapped around my waist, as if her body is begging me for more.

This woman is going to be the death of me.

“Clothes,” she says breathlessly. “I need them off. Now.”

Who am I to argue?

I bring her up so we are both on our knees. She begins by slowly lowering the straps to my suspenders.

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