Page 70 of Dirty Daria
I stiffen slightly, not sure yet if I’m embarrassed about that or not. But as soon as his fingers bypass my clothing and sink inside me, I find that I don’t really care.
“Ohmigod, Reed. Oh, that feels so good.”
“You want to come, pretty girl?”
I nod dumbly.
He recaptures my lips with his and works another finger inside me.
HOLY SHIT.
I have to stop kissing for a minute as my entire body stiffens and I hit that moment, on the precipice, right before everything releases, my mouth open, a squeak escaping my throat, and then heaven. Absolute heaven as my orgasm roars through me, I cling to Reed’s shoulders and ride it out.
“Good girl,” he murmurs in my ear. “That’s my good girl. Take it. Just take it.”
I can’t catch my breath. I can’t stop the world from spinning. “That. Was. Amazing.” I lean my head on his shoulder and let my body fuse to his.
“Which way to the bedroom?” He stands, taking me with him.
“That way.” I point to the doorway of my room. It’s a small place, he doesn’t have to travel far. I’m just grateful I changed my sheets today and my bed is made.
He tosses me to the middle of the bed, then removes his clothes, everything but his boxers. I can see the tip of his length peeking out from the waistband. I felt that it was large when we were kissing but seeing it like this is a whole different story.
He kneels on the bed and crawls toward me, I scoot back until my head is on the pillows. When he reaches me, he undoes my shorts with one hand and yanks them, along with my panties, down my legs.
“Take the bra off,” he commands.
I scramble to get it unhooked and let it fall down my arms. I’m not sure if I feel confident or a little scared.
“Spread your legs, I want to see you.”
Both. I definitely feel both. Still, I lay back, put my forearm over my eyes, and spread my legs.
“Oh, fuck yes.” His voice is low and gritty as he moves up my body with his hands on my thighs, stopping at the apex and spreading them wider. “So. Fucking. Good.” He licks at my inner thighs, then buries his nose and breathes in deeply. “Oh, hell yes, Quinn. You are perfection.”
One second he’s talking. The next he’s sucking on my clit and entering me with his tongue.
“Ohmigod!” I sit up straight and grab at his head. I’ve only had a guy do this once before, and it was nothing like this. “Oh, shit, Reed. Oh god!”
I’m coming again. Just like that. His mouth is everywhere at once. Lips, tongue, teeth. It feels incredible. He feels incredible. Holy shit, I feel incredible.
He sits back on his knees looking pleased with himself, his mouth glistening with my juices. Barely hesitating before he takes my legs and props them over his shoulders—my muscles like Jell-O— and before I can squeak out “condom” he’s inside me.
My breath leaves me with a whoosh. The pain is intense, but as soon as he starts to move, the pleasure is so much more. He’s so deep and so thick. I feel like he’s going to poke through to my throat.
“I’m gonna come, pretty girl. You gotta come with me.”
“I can’t do it again.” I roll my head back and forth.
“Oh yes, you can.” He works his hand between us and finds my clit, alternating between pressing down and rubbing, and what feels like rolling it between two fingers. Whatever he’s doing, it makes me come again, just as quickly as before. And when I thought I had nothing left.
He pulls out of me and jacks himself until he comes all over my stomach and chest with a roar. He looks so virile like that. So primitive and out of control. It’s sexy as hell. When he collapses beside me on the bed and says, “You are so fucking fantastic.” I can’t stop the grin that spreads across my face.
* * *
I wake up slowly, feeling deliciously sore between my legs, and stretch. Last night was amazing. The best of my life, hands down. We had sex twice more after that first time, with Reed giving me more and more compliments, telling me how pretty I am, how much I turn him on. It was perfect. Absolutely perfect.
I turn to his side of the bed to see if I can talk him into going again, only to feel the sheets are cold. He’s not there.
