Page 65 of Complete Me
My free hand rubs up the soft curves of her body until I reach her face, running the pad of my thumb across the bruise still blooming there. A feral rage stirs inside me, but I tamp it down, pressing my mouth back to hers instead, needing somewhere to channel this energy thrumming inside me.
She tastes so damn sweet, so simply her, as I drag my tongue along the seam of her lips. I tilt her head back as far as I can and devour her, my tongue spearing into her mouth and finding hers. She gives as much as she takes and it’s such a fucking turn-on, kissing me like she’s been waiting forever for it and doesn’t want it to end. Her hands thread through my hair, gripping and pulling. She swallows every single one of the moans she pulls from me.
My cock strains painfully against the zipper of my jeans as she grinds her little pussy against my stomach. Hell, I can’t wait to take her, can’t wait to claim her body, teach her how good this can be. There’s a quiet voice in the recesses of my mind reminding me to take this slow, that she’s a virgin and she’s just been through a traumatic event, but I trust my girl and she will have no problem telling me no.
“Fuck, sweetheart, I could kiss you like this for hours.”
“So do it.”
“There’s somewhere else I’m dying to kiss.”
Lifting her slightly, I effortlessly shift us so that Kinsey’s legs are thrown over my shoulders as I sink to my knees, leaving her back pressed against the door.
Kinsey gasps as my hands move to grip her thighs, spreading them open further and making room for my broad shoulders to fit between her legs. Once I have her where I want her, I lift her to my mouth. Nuzzling into the soft skin of her thighs, dragging my beard along her sensitive flesh.
“Reid, Jesus Christ. You’re really doing this? No one’s ever . . .”
Fuck, I knew she hadn’t had sex yet but she’s almost twenty-three, I assumed she’d done other things. What fucking idiots has she dated? I moan against her skin, peppering kisses along the inside of her legs.
I shove her skirt around her waist, leaving nothing but the thin pair of panties between me and the paradise that waits beneath them. I feel feral, possessed, an unhinged need to taste her, to have her scent covering me, to make her come as many times as her body will allow. Gripping her thighs, I spread her wider, dipping my head in and dragging my nose through her center, inhaling deeply. I groan loudly, my fingertips digging into the flesh of her thighs.
Then I do it again.
And again.
And again.
Until Kinsey is writhing beneath me, begging and pleading for more. Unable to deny either of us any longer, I quickly pull her panties to the side, then the flat of my tongue is licking up her center, pushing through her slick folds slowly and purposefully. Her taste explodes on mytongue and it’s the sweetest fucking taste I’ve ever experienced.
“You taste so damn good. No one’s ever kissed you here, sweetheart?”
“Never,” she moans as she grips the fabric of her T-shirt in her fists.
“Fuck, do you know what that does to me?”
“Tell me,” she begs as I lick her again, slow and methodical. I want to taste all of her; I don’t want there to be an inch untouched by my tongue. Pleasure spreads through my body like a wildfire, a warmth filling my veins, my heart racing behind my chest, as I devour her sweet pussy. Knowing I’m the first and only man to ever taste her, to hear her sweet whimpers, is pulling me closer and closer to the edge without any stimulation to my cock.
“Shit, Kins. It makes me feral. To be the only man who’s ever tasted you?” I shake my head in astonishment before dipping back down.
“Oh god, Reid! That feels sooo goood.”
My fingers dig into the flesh of her ass, my mouth pressing wet kisses over her center, switching between long French kisses and deep, slow licks. When her hand reaches down to grip my hair, I’m a fucking goner. I move quickly, carrying her the few feet to the bed and dropping her back down on it, ripping her panties from her body. I’m between her legs a moment later, my thumbs delicately spreading open her lips to look at her pink, dripping center.
Fuck, she is perfect.
My tongue darts out, rimming her wet entrance, collecting as much of her arousal as I can. I want to drown in her. Then I’m pressing inside her warm heat, fucking her with my tongue, winding her tighter and tighter into an orgasm that I want her to remember for the rest of her life. I pull out of her, licking upher center before swirling around her swollen clit, flicking it with my tongue.
“Your pussy is so damn sweet.” I lap at her again, torturously slow. “You taste better than I imagined.” More licks, pressing harder this time. “I’ll never get enough.” I rub my hands over her pubic area, over her navel, my thumb swiping back and forth over my ink permanently etched into her skin. I continue my ascent, rubbing between her breasts before I do something that I know will make her see stars, but worried after everything she’s been through.
My tattooed fingers wrap around her throat, looking up at her from between her legs. I’ve imagined what her dainty, flawless throat would look like with my fingers wrapped around her neck countless times, and my imagination didn’t come close to the real thing. Kinsey looks down at me, her eyes heavily clouded with lust, her hips chasing my mouth.
“Trust me, little fighter. Take a deep breath and let go.”
And then she submits, taking a deep breath just as my fingers tighten, cutting off her air supply at the same time as I suck her clit into my mouth, sucking in quick, gentle pulses. Her mouth falls open in a silent scream as she struggles for air, her hands gripping my arm, nails biting into my skin.
Then it happens.
An orgasm slams through her so hard, I swear the earth shakes below us. I release her throat the moment it happens, her lungs taking a heavy hit of needed oxygen. I swear I see the stars dancing behind her eyes as I lick her through wave after wave, pulling every ounce of pleasure from her tight, little body. Tears leak from the corners of her eyes as she shatters for me, her legs shaking, her stomach contracting.
