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My dick jumps to immediate attention at the thought of my Reina in lingerie, but I’m also damned happy to have her just as she is, and I tell her as much. “I happen to think anything you wear is sexy. And I have a pretty good imagination. Right now, all I’m thinking about what’s under those clothes.” Probably should have kept that to myself, but oh well.
She stands up and leans over to whisper in my ear. “What if you didn’t have to imagine?”
Chapter 29
He sparks something within me. I want to be his, and his only. -Reina
Reina
Brian’s blue gaze sparks with desire and he licks his lips. “Are your sure, Princess?” asks in a gruff voice. “Because once you’re mine, I’m not letting you go.”
I wait for panic to set in, or for some voice inside to say I’m not being smart about this, but at this point nothing matters. All I feel inside is passion and warmth for this man who waited so long to have me and listened while I spilled out my hopes and fears.
I tug at the bottom of the sweatshirt and pull it over my head. Brian’s breath comes out in a long woosh when he sees my bare breasts beneath.
“God, Reina, you’re so damn beautiful.” His voice is strangled as he looks up at me.
He parts his legs and I stand in between his knees, my breasts at his eye level. “In case you haven’t guessed, I’m sure. Positively fucking sure.”
A grin lights up his face. His arms wrap around my waist and pull me in closer. He takes one nipple in his mouth and suckslong and hard. I tangle my hands in his short hair and let out a long moan. “Fuck, that feels good.”
By the time he switches to the other breast, I’m soaked, and my hips are rolling instinctively. I feel so empty and needy. I’ve felt empty for months without him. I need him inside me, right now.
I tug at his hair, and he unlatches from my breast. “Now, Brian, now. I need you.”
His hands pull at the drawstring on my pants, and they pool at my feet before I have time to say anything else. I stand there in my black lace panties, waiting for his next move. My body feels so alive. Every nerve stands on end, waiting for his hands, his mouth, anything. But he looks me up and down in silence until I want to scream in frustration. I send him an irritated glare.
“I’m getting there, sweet girl. I’ve imagined this moment for so many months. I just want to enjoy it.”
I almost reach down to wrap a hand around the large erection that’s tenting his sweatpants, but I hold myself back. It’s not in my nature to be submissive, but something within me tells me to let him run this show.
He finally hooks his fingers into the side of my panties and pulls them down. I obediently step out of them and stand naked now in front of him with no self-consciousness at all. The lust burning in his eyes is my encouragement. I’ve never felt more desirable in my life.
He lifts one hand to stroke across my lower abdomen, skirting close to the patch of hair right above my pussy. “I can smell you. You smell like I knew you would. Sweet. So damn sweet.”
Before l have time to respond, he nuzzles his face into the skin below my belly button and places a soft kiss there. I can literally feel my juices leaking down my legs as he breathes me in and takes his time.
He finally pulls away. “Get on the bed, now,” he says in a commanding voice.
Whoever this meek, obedient girl is that I’ve become, quickly obeys and lays down on the bed, without a word.
He watches me, like a predator watches his prey, from the end of the bed. I ache to touch myself, but when I move my hand lower, he barks, “No touching, Reina. You don’t touch what’s mine.”
I inhale a shaky breath and remove my hand, reaching for the sheet instead, and curling my fingers around it.
I watch through a desire-filled haze as he palms his long, thick erection through the material of his sweatpants. He finally, lazily almost, pushes the pants down and his cock springs free.
Fuck me, is my first thought. Which is ironic since that’s just what he’s about to do. It’s the most beautiful cock I’ve ever seen. Long, thick, and sticking straight up. It beckons to me. Fuck, what I wouldn’t give to my mouth around him, to feel the spurts of him at the back of my throat and know that power. But, for now, I watch him, feeling anticipation and a want so intense it steals through my entire body.
He strokes himself, and I fist the sheets harder. I can see he’s leaking at the tip, and I want to suck those drops off so bad that I tangle my legs together to keep from exploding.
“Open those legs, Reina. Let me see the pretty pussy I’m about to feast on.” His voice is pure gravel and I do as he commands. I open my legs and let him look his fill.
When his knees hit the bed, I suck in a long breath. My thighs have already begun to shake in anticipation.
He strokes a finger along my opening, barely touching me, but making me feel him everywhere. “So pretty,” he murmurs.
I should feel self-conscious that this man is examining my folds as if I’m an art sculpture, but instead I lay there, completely at ease with his eyes on me.
