Page 88 of The Chances We Take

“Are you still cold?” He pressed his head between my breasts, his words muffled.

“Not anymore!” I attempted to push him off, but he was too heavy.

He lifted off of me, but not before blowing a raspberry on my chest.

I rolled my eyes. “Mood killer,” I teased, squealing when he palmed one of my breasts, running his thumb over a nipple.

“Are you sure about that?” He slid his other hand down my body, running it under the waistband of my pants and hem of my underwear. “Your body says otherwise.”

I sucked in a breath as he inserted a finger, my core clenching at the pressure. He started moving, and my eyes fluttered shut, a soft gasp escaping my lips.

Wrapping my arms around him, I pulled him closer to me so I could undo the zipper on his jeans, making it easier to pull them down his thighs.

He was still working me with his fingers, and my breathing hitched as he pulled his hand away and got off the bed, standing at the foot of it.

“Pants. Off.” He breathed out before he discarded his own, taking his underwear off with them to put his erection on full display.

I hooked my fingers in the waistband of my pants and pulled them down, bending my knees toward my chest so Icould slide them off. Before Reid could come back to me, I spun myself so I was on my knees facing him.

“Since you didn’t let me last time,” I purred as I crawled toward him and grasped his length, eliciting a sigh from his lips. I looked up at him through my lashes before lowering my mouth onto his cock, swirling my tongue around the tip.

“Oh, God, Isa,” he moaned as he fisted my hair, pulling me closer to him.

I let out a breath before taking his cock further, bobbing my head as he tightened his grip on me. I moaned with each movement, creating vibration with my mouth and getting into a steady rhythm as Reid bucked his hips against my face.

“Mmm you’re taking my cock so well, letting me fuck your mouth like this,” he praised, his words causing the warmth between my legs to pool.

I looked up at him, my eyes watering with each thrust. I wrapped one hand around the base of him, rubbing it up and down, while the other hand cupped his balls.

“Fuck,” Reid cursed before pulling completely out of my mouth. “Trust me, as much as I’d love to come in your mouth, I’d rather be inside you right now.”

He walked away momentarily to get a condom and slid it on before walking back to the bed. Spinning me around so I was facing the headboard, he grabbed my hips and pulled me closer.

“May I?” he asked, prompting me to look over my shoulder to see him stroking his length.

“Yes. Please.” I gasped as he plunged two fingers in and fucked me with his hand for a few moments then lined his cock up with my entrance. He pushed inside me, and I let out a moan.

“You’re so tight, baby.” As he began to move his hips in slow, hard thrusts, he reached forward and played with my nipples, each sensation building toward my orgasm. “You feel so good, you know that?”

I nodded, squeezing my eyes shut as he moved his hand down to play with my clit. “Oh my God, Reid!” An intense, warming sensation built in my entire body, flowing from my core to the tips of my toes as he brought me closer to release. “Please, keep going.”

He kept his pace steady, ramming into me and rubbing circles on the most sensitive part of my body as waves of my orgasm washed over me. But he wasn’t done. He grabbed a fistful of my hair and pulled my head back.

He leaned close, planting a kiss on the side of my neck before biting my ear then whispering, “Give me one more, Isa. I’m close, but come for me one more time.”

Oh, fuck.My eyes rolled to the back of my head as he pounded into me harder than he had the first time, the force of it causing my walls to clench around him.

“That’s it, baby. I’m going to come.” He gasped as he pulled another orgasm from me again, not stopping his thrusts until I came down from my high. I could feel his dick twitch as his release spilled into the condom, and he collapsed on top of me.

We took a few moments to catch our breaths, and he kissed a line down my back before standing and taking care of the condom.

I turned over, my elbows resting on the comforter, and when he came back, I murmured, “I’m not sure if I’ll ever get used to that feeling.”

“What feeling?”

“Being with you. Feelingwanted.”

“Any guy who didn’t make you feel like the most specialgirl in the world is a fool, Isa. A damn fool. You’ll always be wanted by me. I’ve wanted us for a long time. And not just the sex—although that’s obviously been amazing, too. I’ve just wanted to hold you in my arms. And now that I have you, I’m not letting you go.”

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