Page 49 of Blue Eyes & Paris Vibes

“Do we need a condom?” I ask her, hands wandering down her back and coming to a stop on her ass.

She shakes her head, fingers in my neck playing with my hair, sending a shiver down my spine.

“Good.” I lean down and, before she can react, I hoist her up by the back of her thighs, pulling her legs around my waist.

“Reed!” she squeals before breaking into a giggle and holding on to me tightly.

“This,” I murmur, shifting her so I can hold her with one arm, letting my finger trail over the pale lace strap of her lingerie, “is the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen. And that’s the only reason I’m not tearing it off your fucking body right now.”

I carry her to the bedroom, my fingers kneading the warm flesh of her thighs. She runs a hand down my back, and I feel her soft giggle against the side of my throat.

“Fuck, you’re driving me crazy,” I whisper, kicking the door to her bedroom open.

She stretches her neck and leans in, her lips brushing my earlobe as she whispers, “Likewise, babe.”

Giving her ass a squeeze when she wriggles in my hold, I step into the bedroom and lower her onto the bed. As soon as her back hits the mattress, she tightens her legs around me for a moment before lowering them, and her hands slide under my t-shirt, pulling it up by the hem until I help her yank it over my head and blindly throw it behind me.

“Get up,” she whispers. I rise to my feet in front of the bed as she turns around, crawling toward me on all fours. When she reaches me, she lifts herself up, her breath grazing my chest. With practiced fingers, she unbuckles my belt and tugs my pants down in one confident motion.

Before I know it, I’m naked, and she’s still in that fucking lingerie.

“I don’t even want to take this off you,” I mumble, slowly running a finger down her sternum, between her breasts, then lower, face only a breath away from hers, watching the blush on her cheeks deepen. “Though I really want you skin to skin.”

“Then how about I take this off myself?” she whispers hoarsely, her hand wandering to the back of my neck and pulling me in, her teeth gently capturing my lip as she reaches behind herself to find the clasp. As soon as she releases my lip, my tongue darts out, chasing her touch as her bra falls to the mattress, eyes transfixed to her breasts while she shimmies out of her panties, the sight making my cock twitch.

“Fuck, you’re so beautiful,” I groan, palming my cock. Just seeing her naked has me rock hard and desperate for her.

“I don’t think I can be gentle,” I whisper as I climb onto the bed again, cradling her face between my hands. My cock brushes her belly, and she reaches down to palm it and give me a few gentle strokes.

“Who said I wanted you to be?” she asks breathily, biting that goddamn lip again.

And something in me snaps.

I push her back until she falls onto the mattress, my lips crashing into hers in a deep, desperate kiss that leaves us both panting for air, my hands running over every inch of her body I can reach and hers doing the same.

“Are you wet for me, babe?” I ask with a smirk, trailing a path down her front with my fingertips, brushing over her nipple, already perky and desperate for attention, drawing a soft moan from her lips.

“Hurry the hell up and find out,” she whispers, fingers running through my hair as my hand slips between her legs, drawing ribbons over the sensitive skin of her thighs, so softly my barely-there touch sends goosebumps over her skin.

“Fuck yes, you are,” I whisper when I finally slide a finger through her folds, groaning when I feel how hot and ready she is for me, my cock all but ready to burst.

“Fuck,” I groan against her neck, trying to calm myself down. She fists my hair, tugging my face up to meet hers, cradling my head in her soft hands.

“Breathe,” she whispers, a grin tugging on her lips. “I need you, so bad, Reed. I’m prepared.”

Her words have the opposite effect though, because all I can picture is her playing with herself and getting ready for me. Fuck. Her tongue flicks over her lips and I lean down to capture it with mine as I palm my cock and line myself up to her waiting entrance.

A pained sound falls from her throat as I begin to push inside slowly. I swallow it, intensifying the kiss to distract her as I inch deeper, filling her. Once I’m fully inside, I pause to let her adjust, kissing a path down her neck as she catches her breath.

“Fuck, babe,” I whisper, our faces only a breath apart, the pained crease between her eyebrows smoothing out. “You feel so perfect.” I draw back slowly, then carefully thrust inside her. “So perfect for me.”

Her pained groans turn into aroused whimpers, her fingers digging into my shoulder blades.

“There you go, give me more of those cute little moans. Fuck, I’ve missed those.”

“Not as much as I missed your cock,” she whispers with a grin, wiggling her eyebrows that makes me shake my head with a chuckle.

“Debatable.” I lean in for a kiss. “You feel so perfect,” I whisper. “So wet for me. So tight.”

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