Page 50 of Resurfaced Passion

“I want to kiss those fucking lips. To have the right to kiss, bite, suck and fucking devour them, Paige.”

He needed to shut his damn mouth is what he needed to do but it all poured out of him, with his forehead to hers, their breaths mingled and her eyelids shadowing at half-mast. He was too far gone to care about his reasons anymore. He wanted her, badly. “God, the things I want to do to you, Paige.”

When she inhaled, he thought he’d gone too far.

She couldn’tnotfeel how he wanted it. It was pressed hard into her leg.

Beneath him, he felt her fingers move over his waist. “What—what things? Tell me.”

Fuck.Fuck.

“They’re sinful things, Paige. Wicked and dirty. They’re so bad, I want you to remember it every single day of your life. I want you begging me for more, to make you as sinful as I feel when I look at you.”

“Reaper…” His name sounded like a plea; one he was fighting against listening to. She pressed her lips to his again. An innocent touch and he was ready to blow.

“Oh,fuck,” Reaper groaned as she rubbed herself against his too-hard-ready-to-blow dick. Her motions were hurried and eager as she stroked like a cat in heat, grinding her lower half, and his chest felt like a balloon thanks to all the surprised air he was gulping in.

A smile from her lips touched his, then her teeth tugged on the corner lip ring and started to grab at his shirt while he held her up with his hands under her little butt, so she’d go on grinding his crotch.

She wanted to be touched and Reaper’s brains nearly detonated into several thousand chunks because that was all he wanted to do. Touch her all over.

Shit. He’d already gone too far, and the world didn’t end, now he had every intention of indulging her in everything she wanted.

Mouth, lush and pliant, inviting him, downright perfect as he worked it with his needy tongue from one corner to the other. She moaned, then popped her hips into his, and he couldn’t take it anymore.

He needed some part of himself inside some part of Paige, before he went insane altogether. He’d been dangerously close to that edge for years but feeling her writhing and letting go of those raspy little sounds was going to send him to the funny farm, as his dad called it, if he couldn’t fuck her soon.

Dizziness swam behind his eyes.

“Give me the go ahead, Paige.” He issued, feeling raw from head to toe as he looked down at the angel laid beneath him, sure he was fucking dreaming. But then she started to yank at his wifebeater, yanking it off in seconds.

He wished she knew how she’d painstakingly kept all his pieces together. The girl with the pink hair and the forever smile. He wished he could say so much to her, so she’dknow.

“What does the go ahead look like?” She asked, a hot twinkle to her eye. “Is it this?” Her mouth went for his throat and Reaper nearly came. His cock thick and full again, pressed down hard between her legs.

“Yes,fuck. Paige. Tell me.”

“Go ahead,” her whisper was his prayer.

There was no time in between when he remembered getting her out of her clothes, and most of his own, he left them scattered on the floor while his mouth did some indecent shit to the whimpering, clawing woman. Thank fuck he left his shorts on, or this would have been game over had there not been some semblance of distance between her body and his. Now he could explore for a few minutes by running his mouth up the length of her body, through the valley of her gorgeous tits before sucking a nipple deep onto his tongue.

“Beautiful,” he groaned, going for the other one. “Fucking beautiful.”

He could have gone on like that for hours, worshipping her body with just his mouth, licking, kissing, sucking. But then she raised those spectacular eyes, shining like lavender jewels and he was toast. He needed more.

Reaper wrenched himself up … dear god, hardest thing to do was to separate their bodies … and sat in the corner of the couch giving them more room before lifting her over to straddle his lap. She was dreamy-eyed, flushed and began touching him all over. His hair, his face, his lips, his collarbone, and down his check where he knew she was stroking a tatt that if he looked down would break his fucking heart. So instead, he latched onto her lips.

“Reaper, please give me something before I wake up.”

Oh, baby. If she was dreaming, then Reaper was right there with her, but he wouldn’t deny her.

Heavy pants shared, he placed one more kiss on her breast and used his hands to widen her legs over his.

Goddamn, so pink and wet, she glistened coating her own thighs and he couldn’t wait a damn second longer, taking several breaths to control himself, he fed his eager fingers to her pussy, prying the soft folds open, he went right for the prize by circling a fingertip on her very hard clit.

Paige gasped a puff of air and rose up an inch off his lap. The move meant he could take his other hand to her ass, squeezed it, and then slid between her legs, working her from both angles.

“Oh…” she murmured, her eyes drifting closed before pinging open the moment he pushed two fingers into her from behind and his other hand plied circled pressure to her pleasure point.

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