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I was having the time of my life and made no effort to hide it. I'd seen plenty of stories hinting at Reese's sexual prowess, so I'd known in advance that sex with him would be something to remember. But I had never imagined that it would be…well, fun.
Hewas fun.
In fact, I was having more fun than I had in years.
I was still laughing when he pulled me into his arms and whispered into my ear, "If you wanna go slow, tell me now."
"Forget that," I laughed. "I want you to speed up." But then I caught myself. "But not so fast that…well…youknow."
This made him chuckle, and he gave my ear a playful nibble before saying in a voice dripping with sin, "Oh, I'm gonna have fun withyou."
Chapter 34
Reese
As I said it, I came to a shocking realization.I'd meant every word.
Iwashaving fun and planning for more.
Sex was always a good time, depending on how you looked at it. But it had never been like this, warm and playful, with someone who made me smile when I would normally be getting right down to business.
Her laughter had warmed the suite like a crackling fire, making me want to get naked in more ways than one. Physical was fine enough, but if I wasn't careful, I would soon be baring my soul along with my ass and the family jewels.
Lucky for both of us, this wasn't gonna happen, because I knew damn well when to stop, just like I knew how to please a woman as well as myself.
I pulled her close and kissed her with all of the hunger that had been building ever since that moment on the dance floor, when she had let me know that she was mine for the taking in spite of my warnings.
And Iwouldtake her. No doubt aboutthat.
But first, I wanted her good and ready. As we kissed, I reached between us and started working at the button of her tattered jeans – jeans that I'd made her wear even though I'd known in advance that the club trended more formal.
I'd had my reasons, and those reasons still stood.
And yet, as I undid the button, I found myself wishing that I'd clothed her in something more worthy – a designer dress and expensive heels along with some nice jewelry, too.
But all of this was superficial at best. No matter what Emily had been wearing – jeans, rags, or hell, those ridiculous shorts –she would've put those other girls to shame, because Emily had an inner beauty that those girls would never have, no matter how hard they tried to fake it.
I knew, because I'd met too many of that type already – girls with hungry eyes and hollow hearts. I'd fucked plenty of them, too.
Fuckedandforgotten.
But now I was thinking of the girl in my arms, wondering how I'd gotten from there to here in such a short time. I'd known Emily for a less than a week, but it was feeling like ten times longer – or hell, maybe twenty or more.
For once, this was actually a mark in her favor – and not a sign to end it early before boredom took its toll.
I was still kissing her when I tugged down the zipper of her jeans. As I did, she made a sexy little sound, moaning into my mouth as her hips rose and her hands slid over my back.
Working with a single hand, I gave the jeans a good, hard yank, pulling them down just far enough to expose her silky panties to my eager touch.
With our lips still kissing, I couldn’t see the panties with my eyes, but I could feel them with my fingers, smooth in texture and warmed by her skin.
In the end, it was Emily who broke the kiss, pulling back as she fumbled with my jeans, unfastening the button just as I began stroking between her thighs.
Already she was warm and welcoming. I could feel it in the heat of her center and the telltale slickness beckoning me inside.But I wouldn’t go there yet.
With my size, she needed to be ready and then some. When I rubbed her clit, she gave a delicious little moan that made me throb in her hands just as she reached for my cock.
In a breathless whisper, she asked, "You have protection, right?"
