Page 48 of Resurfaced Passion

The low-level feeling in her stomach that might have been fear, but most probably was desire bubbling up kept her right there, lip to lip and in seconds it was Reaper’s hands pulling her in, making her go up on her tiptoes as he turned it into a full-on kiss. Her mind danced with memories of their first kiss, sending her pulse into a gallop because this one was even hotter when his tongue swirled around hers and captured it for his own.

She wanted to experience his brand of kissing over and over until her lungs protested.

And a whole lot more, that wasfar dirtier.

The rough, hungry noises emitted from low down in his throat hyped her up until she felt the only way she could cope was to kiss him harder. Her tongue in his mouth was hell bent on consuming him whatever way she could.

He filled her up, every breath he pushed into her lips, closed the gaps she’d felt raw and gaping within herself for years. Reaper’s perfect mouth filled them with dirty, tangible desire while he thrusted his tongue, claiming her mouth. Déjà vu clawed at the crevices in her head. Desire consumed her.

His taste flooded through her system, touching sensitive nerve endings, restarting her heart a million times over, causing her to sway and Reaper clasped onto her waist with his two massive hands. His head hauled up a breath away and that sand-roughened voice rolled against her cheek, his mouth stayed connected to her skin. “Did I do wrong?”

“God.No.” she flushed, her cheeks becoming a million degrees hotter. “It was… it was really nice, Reaper.”

It was perfect.

It must have been what he wanted to hear, because in the next second, Reaper’s hands were on the back of her thighs, lifting her into the air. It was an immediate knee-jerk reaction to wind her legs around his hips and hold on tight as he walked them through to the living room and he fell onto the couch with her.

His mouth on her neck.Sucking.

* * *

Catching his own reflection in the bathroom mirror almost felt like an accusation looking back at him when he saw the ladybug tattoo among dozens of other inks on his torso. It always stood out, but more so tonight and his heart ached and yet was full at the same time.

He fingered the design, remembered the day he got it and how in love with it she was.

“Reaper, you okay in there?” He heard from the other room and he let his shirt move back into place to cover the tattoo. He’d needed a second to breathe after that powerful kiss, but he’d been in the bathroom too long.

Strange that he felt guilty.

But then, he thought, nothing had felt normal for a long time anyway.

* * *

A devious expression crossed his face, daring her to stop her wanting hands tracing the edge of his shirt, almost grazing his crotch. Reaper’s mouth parted and the gravel in his sleep heavy voice stirred her to greater heights when he said. “Don’t stop now, Paige. Touch me, grab me, make it do what you need from it.”

His cock. He was talking about his cock and Paige suddenly became dizzy.

Some heavy petting for the last thirty minutes had suddenly turned into …more.

She didn’t think twice, just moved her fingers, pulled down the waist of his sweatpants, slid into his boxer briefs and let his formidable cock spring free into her fingers.

Paige was never taken to the vapors, but she could so easily dive into a swoon right there because he was spectacular.

Big and beautiful. The most satisfying cock she’d ever felt in her whole life.

His hands pushed the sweats down further, so they caught under his hanging sac, giving her so much more room to explore him. She gave him a grateful stroke.

Had she known he was housing a natural disaster sized cock in those track pants she might have limbered up her fingers first with digit-yoga ... hell, she just went for it, even when she couldn’t get her fingers to meet her thumb on the other side, she grasped and got to know the pulsing length intimately.

His ruptured grunt was all the encouragement she needed to take bolder strokes over the seeping slit, brushing the creamy liquid around until he shunted his hips forward into her hand.

Is that what he wanted, to fuck her hands? She brought both up and surrounded him, one underneath the other. God, he was so warm, she couldn’t help squeezing the thick shaft.

He emitted a hoarse “fuck” and then threw his hips forward again, this time his cock drove through all of her fingers until it almost poked her in the face.

She was so wet, if she still had panties left by the end it would be a miracle. Slick pleasure sliced through her stomach and throbbed between her legs and when he next fucked her hands she leaned her head down to capture a lick of his emerging tip.

He hissed.

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