Page 91 of Resurfaced Passion

“Fuck, you’re adorable.”

And he was perfect.

“We’ve made a fucking mess of your bed. Stay right there,” he told her hopping off.

“Couldn’t move even if my apartment burst into flames.”

He paused in the bathroom doorway and looked back at her spread eagled, trying to regain her composure.

He looked magnificent.

Naked and long with muscles in the right places and a smattering of chest hair that led down to his trimmed groin and soft but yet still thick cock.

He was utterly magnificent.

“I’d piggyback you out,” he told her, causing her heart to trip over itself.

“Really?”

“Really.” Then he disappeared into the bathroom and came back with a washcloth. Climbing onto the bed she watched his movements.

He propped an elbow up by her head and she turned her face his way.

“Open up, baby.”

She thought for a second he meant her mouth and she slaked her lips ready for the kissing of a lifetime. But when he laughed and nudged the cloth against her thigh she turned red and did as he asked.

She got the kiss too, his mouth dropped on hers as he cleaned her. Slow and with tongues.

“Beautiful girl, aren’t you, baby?”

“Reaper… please.”

He growled and dove into a hotter, deeper kiss. Before she could crawl on top of him something soft and warm touched between her legs. He was nudging her with a fluffy towel. “Open again, baby. Don’t want your skin to get sore.”

Oh, god, this man.

He patted her dry, Reaper’s eyes darkened watching her mouth. She wriggled and bumped against his hand and he rubbed her harder.

Though the towel was thick and fluffy, and his fingers had no chance of digging through to touch her entrance she would swear she could feel them all the same and she began making little mewling, needy sounds as a fresh orgasm began to creep and them fizz through her body. She pleaded with him again, bit his shoulder as she curled her body into his much larger one and just like that, Reaper brought her to orgasm just by rubbing her sex with a towel.

When she came down and opened her eyes he was smiling. “Yeah, beautiful girl when she comes hard for me.”

He all but threw himself against the headboard, spreading his legs wide. It was then Paige noticed his arousal. Big as a tank speared up towards his navel and wet at the tip before he covered it with a condom.

“Climb on, baby. Time to ride me.”

Oh, shit! She’d come so much that her pleasure-gorged body was both excited and tapping out, but it didn’t stop her from scrambling up to her knees or throwing a leg cautiously over his thighs.

Reaper did the rest by using her waist to drag her all the way to his hips, she bumped into that big thing, swallowed her whimper.

Suddenly all her knowledge of sex flew out of the window and she blinked nervously down at him. “Just take it in, baby. Your body will do the rest.”

She lined him up, loving the feel of the wide tip, more so when she saw how much he enjoyed her putting him in place.

For a first-time rider … that she could remember …she settled onto his lap like her legs were made to straddle him. It opened her up, made her feel a little vulnerable, but her body was buzzing toridehim.

She loved the coating of pleasure in his eyes when she pulled him through her new wetness.

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