Page 111 of Legacy

Her body reacts to that too. She’s so wet; my fingers slip right out of her as she rolls around and slides out of her shorts and underwear, climbing to straddle me. Her tank top is the next to go, and even in the darkness of the room, the moon lights her curves. Her full tits and hips are an hourglass over me. She’s soft and lush to sink my fingers into.

Reagan’s eyes lock on mine as she lifts and pulls my cock out, stroking it as she teases the head with her paradise. And then she’s sinking down over me, taking every inch as she seats herself.

The sight of her body taking me has my eyes rolling into my head. I’m gripping her with an intensity that will leave marks on her thighs. But as she grabs my shoulders, with her perfect breasts hanging over my face, I can’t find it in me to care.

I tease her nipples with my tongue. Moving from one to the other.

My hands caress her sides, and we explore each other. While my palms drift over her hips and sides, hers drag down the center of my chest. She rides me with slow strokes that tingle down to my toes. It’s a quiet exploration of kisses, touches, and skin in the darkness.

As much as I love watching her ride my cock, and seeing her lift and lower, I love it even more when she leans in to kiss me. Her breasts brush my chest, and I wrap my arms around her, taking over the movement as I piston my hips upward. Her thighs grip my sides, and she moans into my mouth.

I’m feeling and breathing in every inch of her, and as she gets close, she’s gripping my cock so tight I’m surprised I don’t black out.

Her movements meet mine, and we’re one in a way I’ve never been with anyone else. Because as her eyes look into mine, I don’t just feel her body but her soul. Her beliefs. The core of what makes her who she is.

The center of her heart.

The truth of what we can be together.

And as she falls over the edge and her eyes seal shut, it’s so intense that I chase after her, bursting over that ledge and absorbing every pulse as she rides hers out.

It’s the best feeling in the world.

Reagan collapses against my chest. It’s trust and truth. Her body with mine. Her heart with mine.

“Well, that’s one way to wake up.” She giggles against my chest, and it’s the sweetest sound.

“Too much?”

“Never.” She lifts, looking down at me with a smile before rolling to the side to catch her breath. “You love me, huh?”

I look over at her, unable to bury my grin. “I did say that.”

“And did you mean it?”

“Fuck yes.”

She laughs, shaking her head. “Good.”

“Lie down. Relax. I’ll be right back.” I hop off the bed to get her water and a warm towel.

Stepping into the bathroom, I grab a towel and run the water until it’s warm. Taking care of her is almost as big of a turn-on as her taking care of me. Once the cloth is damp, I wring it out. But as I’m about to step back, the box for a pregnancy test in the trash catches my attention.

Reaching down, I pick it up, standing frozen with all the things we haven’t been saying. She’s tried to tell me she’s not on birth control multiple times. I cut her off every single time because I didn’t want to hear it. Because longbefore I was willing to admit to myself what I wanted to create with her, my body knew it.

I carry the towel and the box out of the room and walk over to the bed. Her smile brightens when she meets my gaze but slowly falls as she spots what I’m holding in my hand.

“I meant to say something before you saw that.” She sits up taller, her eyes widening as she pulls the blanket over her chest. “I’m not on anything, and I wasn’t feeling well, so I thought maybe…” Her nerves are causing her voice to shake. “I’m not pregnant if that makes you feel better. It was negative. And I was going to tell you we can start using something before you came to bed—”

“Reagan.” I set the box down and climb onto the bed, stripping the blanket off her. “I didn’t ask you if you were on anything because I didn’t care if you were or not. I was well aware of what we were doing. Were you?”

“Yes,” she admits, sinking back onto the pillows as I climb over her and rest between her legs. “I know that sounds ridiculous. And you weren’t ready for anything. But I couldn’t help but think, what if…”

“I know.” And it’s completely reckless, too fast, and everything else she said, but I can’t find it in me to care. “You said it was negative?”

She nods, biting her lip.

I hum, kissing the center of her throat, slowly moving down her body. “That’s too bad, sweetheart. Guess I’m going to have to keep trying.”

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