Page 100 of Give Me a Reason

Anne buried all her fingers in his hair and held him to her. Her climax was already swirling in her belly, fluttering in her core. His touch became featherlight, his lips and his breath brushing against her mound. She whimpered and tugged his hair hard enough to hurt. His response was a low, dark chuckle that vibrated against her. He pushed two fingers inside her, deep and hard, but his hand stilled.

“Frederick, please.” She thrashed her head from side to side.

“Show me what you want,” he rasped. And she rode his hand, holding his face against her. “There’s my good girl.”

Working his hand between her legs, he sucked her clit into his mouth. She screamed until her voice became hoarse as wave after wave of her orgasm crashed through her. He was relentless, extending every jerk and shiver of her climax with his tongue and fingers until her pleasure bordered on pain. Her eyes rolled back in her head as she came a second time. This time, he eased her down until she was a limp rag doll on the bed.

“You okay?” Frederick loomed over her, a tender hand brushing her hair out of her face. “Do you want to stop?”

Laughter wheezed out of her winded lungs. “Not on your life.”

Chuckling, he kissed her forehead. “I don’t want to wear you out too much.”

“Liar.” She smiled lazily. “You would like nothing more than to wear me out.”

“Yes. Yes, I would.” He dragged his lips down the side of herface and dropped kisses on her neck. Impossible as it seemed, desire buzzed through her veins again. “I want to be inside you, Anne. I need…” His voice broke. “I need to know you’re mine.”

Anne nodded with a tremulous smile, fresh tears seeping out of the corners of her eyes. She pushed him on to his back and unbuckled his belt. Then she slid his jeans and boxer briefs past his hips and down his legs. He kicked them off the rest of the way.

“Damn it.” He cringed, pushing up to his elbows. “My condom. It’s in my wallet.”

“No.” She shook her head. “I’m on birth control, and I don’t want anything between us. Okay?”

Frederick swallowed as he watched her crawl over his body on all fours. “Okay.”

Anne rose to her knees, her entrance lined up with his cock. She took him in her hand and squeezed. She smiled when he hissed, jerking his hips into her fist. Holding him still, she lowered herself onto him until she took all of him inside her, until he filled her.

His fingers squeezed her ass, urging her to move. And she gladly obeyed. She rocked against him, the delicious friction drawing a ragged moan out of them both. Frederick arched his hips off the bed, surging deeper into her. She gasped and rode him faster, harder.

His brows were furrowed in concentration, and a vein in his forehead bulged from his restraint. But he let her control the pace. When her breaths came in pants and her movements became erratic, he pressed his thumb against her clit, circling it with deep pressure.

“Come for me, sweetheart,” he coaxed in a dark, velvety voice. “I got you.”

“Frederick,” she cried, clenching around him.

He sat up and kissed her hard, stealing his name off her lips. He flipped their positions, pushing her onto her back, andplunged into her with one swift thrust. Planting his hands on either side of her head, he drove in and out of her until sweat dripped down his chest and forehead.

When it seemed as though their delirious dance would go on forever, his rhythm became rough and graceless. He pounded in and out of her in desperate jerks, their skin slapping against each other. His lips pulled back in a snarl, he angled her hip with one hand so she could take him deeper.

“Frederick.” Anne dug her fingernails into his shoulders and bucked her hips to meet him thrust for thrust. “Come with me. Frederick, come with me.”

He buried himself inside her with a hoarse shout, and her back arched off the bed. They fell apart together, holding each other tightly, and it was the most perfect thing Anne had ever experienced.

When it was over, he collapsed over her, panting for air.God.The weight of him on top of her, and the feel of him inside her, made her feel so complete that she didn’t mind not being able to breathe. But with a muttered curse, Frederick flipped them onto their sides, remembering she needed air. She sighed with relief when he didn’t pull out of her just yet.

“Let’s stay like this for a little longer.” She burrowed against his chest.

He tightened his arms around her. “Let’s stay like this forever.”

“That sounds perfect.” She sighed.

“You’reperfect.” He kissed the tip of her nose. “I love you, Anne.”

“I love you, Frederick.”

Anne drifted off to sleep with a blissful smile on her face. If being just Anne meant she was perfect for Frederick, then she wouldn’t have it any other way. But she knew she would never bejustanything to him. She would be his everything, now and always, as he would be hers.

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