Page 8 of Distress Signal
When I dipped the tip of my tongue into the hollow of her belly button, she arched against me, my name leaving her in a breathy gasp.
I fucking loved how responsive she was. How every inch of her body seemed to be an erogenous zone.
Shifting backward, I dropped to my stomach so I was face to face with her cunt, the tip of my nose nudging her panties right over her clit.
“If you taste as good as you smell, I’m about to be ruined.”
“Never had someone talk so much in bed.”
“You want me to stop?”
“Fuck no.”
Grinning, I brushed my thumb over her mound, and she twitched, her hips arching up, seeking more when I pulled my hand away. I was about to shift the soaked fabric covering her pussy to the side and dive in when she stopped me.
“Hey Finn?”
“Yes?”
Lifting onto her elbows, she looked down at me, her bottom lip stuck between her teeth. She batted her lashes, though her lids were at half-mast, a lust-filled expression that made the feralbeast in my chest who loved nothing more than pleasuring a woman roar in satisfaction.
And she hadn’t even come yet.
“Would you mind taking your clothes off, please?”
Her drawl had gotten thicker than it’d been when I first clocked it earlier. The vowels stretched the more we drank, and now they were pure honey.
“Such manners,” I said, rising to stand, my hands going to my belt.
“Well, I am a southern lady, after all.”
Kicking my pants off and whipping my shirt over my head, I returned to her, leaving us similarly clad in only our underwear.
I knelt on the bed and smirked down at her. “My sexy little belle.”
“Nah,” she said, shaking her head, her blonde hair a corona on the ugly paisley comforter beneath her. “You’re the sexy one.”
“I think we can both be sexy.”
“Stand up,” she demanded, and I did as she asked. “Now spin.”
Though confused, I followed that command as well, turning in a slow circle.
When I faced her again, she groaned, throwing her head back.
“Goddesses, your body is unreal.”
“Goddesses?” I asked, brow raised.
“You don’t think I’m going to pray to aman, do you?”
I chuckled. “Fair enough. Now let’s go back to the part about my body being unreal.”
Reagan huffed out a sigh, but her lips twitched in amusement. “What do you do for a living?”
“What doyoudo?” I retorted.
“Currently, I’m in college,” she answered quickly. “But my sister and I are starting our own photography business once we graduate next month.” Then she stood on the bed, tall enoughthat she had to duck to avoid bumping her head on the drop ceiling, and peeled her panties off. Leaving her completely naked—and me drooling. Her underwear flew at my face. “Your turn.”
