Page 50 of Painless
His kiss was warm, a soothing balm without its usual rough, biting edge. The weight of him leaned me back on the bed, and his hand was quick to support my head on the mattress. A quick shimmy of my thighs around his waist made his towel drop. His naked, freshly bathed skin covered mine with a delicious heat.
When his mouth moved to my neck, I stared at the ring on my hand. It was mesmerizing, shifting greens and pinks as it caught the light. And it looked so perfect and regal on my hand, which now rested on his shoulder.
“I love this stone,” I whispered, dancing my fingers on his skin. “What is it?”
“Watermelon tourmaline,” he answered, lips between my breasts.
“I’m honestly relieved that you didn’t give me a diamond.” My hand flattened and sailed down the wide muscles of his back. “Always thought they were kind of boring.”
“Huh. Mom said the same thing.” His rough, calloused touch swept over my flesh, bringing my nipples to hard, aching peaks. “She liked stones with colors and flaws. Depth. Hidden character, she called it.”
“Funny.” I sucked in a breath, sensation pulsing through me as his teeth and tongue grazed over my nipples. “I like my men the same way.”
His laugh sent ripples of goosebumps along my skin. “That’s why you’re so perfect for us.”
He made it as far down as my navel before I touched his cheek. “Come back up here.”
“Not happening, woman. You know my rules.” He smiled lazily, dragging his fingers down my belly, teasing toward my entrance.
As tempting as it was to lay back and let him work his magical tongue and fingers, tonight my body called for something different.
“Would you believe me if I said I didn’t feel like coming half a dozen times before you get inside me?”
“Hmm.” He pretended to think. “No.”
“Reaper,” I sighed. “Will you please come up here?”
He slid up my body with a frown, green eyes hovering above me while his cock rested on my hip. “Something wrong, sugar?”
“No, my love. Not at all.” I wrapped my arms around his neck to pull him down. “Kiss me.”
His arms slid around my back, the heat and weight of his whole body lowering gently as his mouth pressed to mine. Our lips moved against each other, tongues caressing and penetrating, a perfect prelude for what we were about to do. I shifted my hips underneath him, nudging my thighs up so his silky head kissed my entrance.
“I can’t fuck you before you’re warmed up,” he groaned, forehead heavy on mine.
“Reaper, I’m warmed up every time I look at you.”
He kissed the bridge of my nose with an amused huff. “On top of everything else, you’re good for my ego, too.”
“I just want to feel you inside me,” the confession came out with a light whimper. “I want to come wrapped around you. I want to look at you and feel you on top of me.”
He paused, looking at me with curiosity. Then a corner of his mouth quirked up as he dragged one finger down the length of my body.
“My dirty girl wants to make love to me, is that it?”
“I know. Kinky, isn’t it?”
His finger found my core, nudging his cock out of the way so he could touch me. He dipped inside, releasing a groan at the discovery of how wet I already was. The pad of his thumb circled lazily around my clit as he pressed another finger into me, stroking my pussy in a way that brought my hips lifting off the bed.
“Reaper,” I whined.
“I know, babe. Just checking you.” His grin was wolfish as he withdrew his hand, aligning his hips with mine again. “I don’t think I’ve done this before.”
“Huh?” I stared at him.
A deep kiss pressed me down into the mattress. A full-body shiver wracked me as his cock slid across the aching wetness between my legs.
“You’re a lot of firsts for me,” he admitted, settling over my body. “The first woman I really loved. I loved your mind first, I think. Then this smart little mouth.” He traced my lips with his thumb before skimming down my chest. “Then your heart.”
