Page 22 of Blue Eyes & Paris Vibes

“I’ll give you patience, get the fuck on with it,” I hiss and dig my fingernails into his shoulders, making him chuckle. Finally, he has mercy on me and kisses a path down my body, taking his sweet time. He licks my breast and blows where his saliva coats my skin, making a shiver run through my body as he pushes two of his fingers back inside me.

“Fuck, yes, Reed!” I moan breathily and arch my back, burying my hands in his hair as he kisses his way further down my body, pumping his fingers inside me with a lazy rhythm, grazing my walls until he finds just the right angle to hit the spot that makes me scream out a moan and tighten my grip on him.

He pulls my legs over his shoulders, leaning his chin just over my pubic bone, his tongue flicking over his lip as he watches me trying to meet his fingers thrusting inside me.

I force my eyes open, and when I look down, I meet his eyes, twinkling with hunger and mischief. He nudges his chin over my inner thigh, making me whimper as his five-o’clock shadow scrapes along my skin, before he leans forward. His tongue dips inside me to join his fingers for a moment, then he licks his way to my clit, and when he gives it a flick with his tongue, my hands tighten in his hair, and I moan loud enough to wake my neighbors.

“Oh, God,” I cry out and my legs jerk around his head as a tingly sensation in my core announces my orgasm building. “Yes, Reed! Fuck. Just like that.”

Quickly, he grabs my legs and holds them in place with his arms, his fingers driving me closer and closer to my release. Drawing circles around my clit with his tongue, he adds another finger inside me, preparing me for his girth by scissoring my insides and I feel the familiar tingle intensifying as he plays me like we’ve been doing this all of our lives.

“I’m so close,” I press out through a moan and he grunts, increasing his efforts and lifting his hand to my breast, roughly squeezing it and sending a jolt of pleasure through my body that makes every nerve in my body tingle with what feels like an electric shock. Only a few more seconds and I’m there, ready to burst.

“Yes. Reed, oh fuck, yes,” I scream as my walls start to convulse around his fingers and my whole body trembles with pleasure as I fight for each breath. But he doesn’t let up, increasing the speed of his fingers inside me and his tongue on my sensitive clit.

Keeping my eyes open takes effort, but when I look down, I see a cocky grin tugging on his lips, a smug expression on his face as he crawls up my body. He pulls my lip between his teeth, watching me as I try to catch my breath then takes it away again when he kisses me.

I moan when I taste myself on his tongue, aftershocks of my orgasm still making my body tremble. My hands trace patterns down his body, exploring his chest, his abs, and his ass. And I can’t help myself. I’ve seen so many asses today, I just have to slap it, the sound louder than I anticipated.

“You have a really nice ass.” I giggle into the kiss and then I squeal, suddenly on top of him. That’s perfect though, giving me ample opportunity to explore his body while I recover from this doozy of an orgasm. I still feel like I’m on cloud nine and at the same time like a truck just ran me over.

I sit back, his cock nestled against my ass, and look at him, fully aware that my pussy is dripping onto his abs. He’s beautiful, his body as perfectly toned as the statues we saw this morning. But he is real and warm, and soft, and now thrusting his hips up, making me groan when it causes friction against my sensitive pussy.

Fair to say, I’m ready to continue.

But first, I want to make him squirm a little. So I lean down to kiss him while my hands move over his torso with feathering touches, feeling goosebumps form under my touch.

His hands wander up my thighs, then around my hips until they find my ass and he grabs it roughly, squeezing it and pulling my pussy snugly against his abs. He swallows my groan, exchanging it for one of his own when I reach back and fist his warm cock. It’s hot and velvety, hardening more in my hand as I gently start stroking it.

“Yes, baby,” he groans, gripping my ass harder and thrusting into my loose fist. “Need to be inside you.”

“Please tell me you have a condom,” I whisper against his lips and he nods fervently. I climb off him and he pushes me on my back again before he leans so far off the bed I’m afraid he’ll fall off in an attempt to reach his pants without having to get up. While he fumbles, trying to find his wallet, my hands wander over myself and I moan obscenely when I circle my clit with my finger, trying to make him hurry.

“Hands off, that’s mine,” he growls, finally having found his wallet and ripping the tiny foil package out of it, throwing the wallet over his shoulder and probably knocking something off my table. I raise my eyebrow at him and narrow my eyes.

“Make me.”

Heat blazes in his eyes as he watches me throw my head back while circling my clit again, watching him through my eyelashes as he rolls the condom onto his dick. Then, before I get another chance to tease him, he pounces.

In a flash, he is between my legs. Pushing them apart, he teases my clit with the head of his condom-clad cock as he gathers my arms and pins my wrists above my head with only one of his hands.

Fuck, that’s hot. I already liked it in the elevator but this? I’m intrigued. And really fucking turned on.

"Ready?" he asks, the teasing in his voice making room for gentleness, and when I nod, he pushes inside me slowly, carefully gauging my reaction to taking him bit by bit and biting his own smile when he is finally fully seated inside me.

I’m not going to lie, it stings. But in the best way. In a delicious, ‘I’ll definitely feel him tomorrow’ way.

"God that feels good," I groan when he adjusts his balance and moves slightly inside me. "I’m good. Give it to me."

"You want it hard, little tease?" he taunts me playfully and pulls out painfully slowly. I slap his chest and his smile turns dark. His hand is still unrelenting against my wrists, but the other one pulls my leg around his hip and then he slams back inside me so roughly it almost knocks the air out of my lungs.

“Ohh fuck, yes!”

"God, the way you feel around me," he mumbles against my neck, and I push my other leg around his waist too, locking them behind his back, caging him to me as he pulls out, to thrust again just as roughly.

I moan and writhe, feeling myself move up the bed until my head almost hits the headboard. He curses under his breath and pulls me down again. Then in a blink, I'm on all fours, face-down into the mattress, and he drives himself inside me from behind, hitting the perfect angle as he fucks me.

"Yes, right there!" I shout as I feel my orgasm build. His fingers tangle in my hair until he suddenly makes a fist and pulls me up with it until my back is flush against his chest, his head leaning on my shoulder, face right next to his. He lets go of my hair and instead grabs my breast, keeping me upright and giving it a rough squeeze, his other hand wandering between my legs, circling my clit until my groans become incoherent and the smile on his face widens.

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