Page 48 of The Reaper
Then he lowered himself and whispered in my ear, “You want to talk to me about death, but right now, the only thing I’m interested in is this very alive, very beautiful creature lying underneath me.” His nose grazed my neck as he inhaled and then gruffly, he added, “I have dark thoughts too. Is that something you want to explore? With me?”
I nodded again, feeling no need for words.
He lifted his head, and then his hand skimmed up my side, over my chest, and he placed his hand at the base of my neck.
“I love how smooth you are. You’re so soft,” he said, his thumb brushing over the pulse in my neck.
My heart was beating furiously out of my chest, and I held my breath as he gripped my neck, squeezing lightly, but I wasn’t scared. I lifted my chin, exposing more of myself to him, and he smiled.
“You like my touches, don’t you?” he whispered as I shivered from the contact.
“I like everything you do,” I replied, surprised I could form words.
Smiling, he leant down, licking over the pulse in my neck and then kissing up to my jawline. When he reached my mouth, I opened to him, hungry for his kiss. He was hungry too, and he took what he wanted, kissing me hard, desperately. Tongues and teeth clashed as we writhed on the ground, devouring each other. The taste of his mouth, minty and deliciously him, was a drug I’d always crave. I couldn’t get enough. The warmth of his kiss, his body, all of it was so much more than I’d ever expected. Devon’s kisses had always been the stuff of my dreams. Thoughts of being his were what had fuelled every single one of my fantasies. But now that I’d experienced the real thing, a fantasy would never be enough. I’d always want more.
His hand moved from my neck to grab my waist and pull me closer to him.
“Use me,” he urged, and instinctively, I opened my legs, knowing that I needed him closer. I bent my knee, lifting my leg so I could wrap it around his waist, and he reached down to grab my thigh, pulling me further into him and grinding his hips against me.
“That’s it,” he said in a low growl as he broke our kiss to nibble on my earlobe. “Rub yourself against me, do what makes you feel good.” And then he bit my neck gently and moaned. “I’ll make you feel good, baby.”
I angled my neck, loving how feral it made him to kiss and tease me there. He licked over the skin he’d just bitten, and I hissed and moaned. There was a yearning, aching burn in my gut, and wetness between my legs. Everything he was doing was driving me crazy, and I felt like I’d die if he ever stopped. My fingers scraped the back of his neck, scratching, clawing, needing, and my hips circled against his, grinding to create the friction I craved to ease this ache inside of me.
“Devon, please don’t stop,” I begged as we lay together in the middle of the graveyard, in the dead of night.
Darkness was all around us, the moon and stars the only witness to the lust that was consuming our souls. Devon’s hips were rocking against mine, moving in a way that made me cling to him like he was my anchor. Faster and faster, he moved, kissing me, moaning, consuming me. I could feel how hard he was as he rubbed and ground himself against me. I ran my hands down his back, grabbing his jeans and pulling him closer, and as his kisses moved from my mouth back to my neck, I cried out into the night, feeling a burning, tingling sensation building. I felt like I was chasing something, something I didn’t understand yet, but I knew I couldn’t stop. I couldn’t stop my hips from grinding into his.
“I want you,” Devon groaned, and his hand stroked over my hip and then grazed along my thigh.
Tentatively, he brushed his fingers across my skin, tracing gentle circles under the skirt of my dress. I could tell he was holding back, and I didn’t want that. I didn’t want him to treat me like I was something fragile. I wanted to be owned. I needed him to take charge, and when I groaned into the night and begged, “You have me. Please. Touch me…” he heard me.
His fingers dug into my skin, his hand palming my thigh with rougher, more insistent strokes, and then he reached around to grab my ass and squeeze hard. I cried into the darkness, and he moaned too, moving his hand to rest in-between my legs, and then gently, he stroked his fingers over my knickers.
“So wet for me.” He gasped, and when his fingers teased the lace of my underwear, moving them aside, I felt like I was ready to explode. I had to feel his fingers on me, inside me. I couldn’t stand to be teased any longer. “I love the sounds you make, the feel of you under me, but this,” he said, slowly running his finger along my pussy. “This feels like fucking heaven.”
The moment I felt him touching me there, I moaned, pushing forward onto the palm of his hand. He stroked along my pussy, circling my entrance, and then trailing his fingers up to my clit, rubbing and stroking in delicate flickers that made me cry out in ecstasy. He rolled my sensitive nub between his fingers, and then circled it, drawing out the most delicious sensations from my body. Heat, desire and need coursed through me with an urgency I’d never felt before. His touches lit me up, turned me inside out, and as he slid his fingers lower to push one inside me, his thumb still circling my clit, I clung to him, desperate with a frenzied desire I couldn’t contain.
“Oh, Devon. Please don’t stop,” I cried, and he buried his head in my neck to kiss me as his fingers fucked me hard. My legs were shaking, and my body didn’t feel like mine anymore. I had no control. I belonged to him. He commanded me.
The burning intensified, the tingle became too much but not enough, and then, just as Devon lifted his head to look at me, I felt a burst, a spark between my legs, like a firework had gone off inside my body.
“Holy fucking fuck.” I gasped as my legs started to quiver. “What the fuck?” I’d never had an orgasm before, even when I tried on my own, and lying there, seeing stars dancing before my eyes and feeling the gentle pulse as my soul drifted out of my body, I knew I would never be the same again.
Devon placed his forehead against mine as he panted, trying to catch his breath. His hand was still between my legs and his fingers were massaging, caressing, exploring and making the explosions that I’d felt before flicker and spark back to life.
“That’s it, baby, close your eyes and ride it out. Feel what I’m doing to you. Squeeze my fingers and soak me with your cum.”
I’d never heard him talk like this, but I couldn’t deny it did things to me. I loved his dirty words, but the intensity of the moment and the feelings were becoming overwhelming. It was too much; I was too sensitive.
“I can’t,” I whimpered, and sensing what I needed, he slowed his strokes, bringing me back down to earth.
“Fucking hell,” he rasped. “That was the most intense, fucking unbelievable, mind-blowing, non-sex, sex ever. If it’s like that for us when we’ve got our clothes on, we are in for a crazy ride, and I am so here for it.” He smiled and slowly pulled his finger out of me. I gasped at the loss of him, but when he brought his hand up to taste me, licking and then putting his finger in his mouth, I felt my core clenching all over again. “You taste incredible.” He moaned, and I sighed. I never thought seeing something like that would be so sexy but watching him taste me was like nothing I’d ever seen before. It was dirty, taboo, filthy, and I loved it.
“Are you okay?” he asked, cradling me in his arms.
I nuzzled into him, knowing I’d found home in this man, and I replied, “More than okay.”
We lay together for a while longer, holding each other. I could’ve stayed in the graveyard all night, but as I began to stifle my yawns, Devon lifted himself off me and said, “I need to take you home. It’s been a long night.”
