Page 96 of Distress Signal
“Belle,” I rasped. “You’re soaked.”
“Always am around you.”
I groaned, a low, throaty rumble that vibrated from deep in my chest.
“Can I…can I touch you?”
“I think I might die if you don’t.”
Everything within me settled, then ratcheted up again as her words, her permission, shot adrenaline into my blood.
The fire we’d banked to an ember between us with all the time apart flared into an inferno.
With her still above me, my hands crept slowly higher on her thighs, my mouth latching onto the pulse point at the base of her neck where it sloped out to her shoulder.
Twin sighs left us when my thumb brushed through her slit.
I withdrew my hand, holding it in front of my face. Even in the dimness of the room, which was lit only by the full moon beyond the windows, my thumb glistened.
Eyes locked on hers, I sucked it into my mouth.
Her flavor exploded on my tongue, and I moaned as my tongue swirled around my finger, collecting it all, not wanting to waste a single drop.
“Fucking delicious,” I murmured.
Before she could react, I shifted and flipped her off me so she landed on her back. I crawled between her legs, placing my hands on the insides of her thighs and pushing them wide. Reagan’s chest heaved, and I wanted her naked and spread out beneath me so badly, but at the moment, I had a single-minded focus for her perfect cunt.
Dropping to my stomach, I scooched forward so I was eye level with her sex.
“Do you have any idea how much I’ve thought about this pussy?” I mused, leaning in to swipe my tongue up one side, right at the crease of her thigh. She squirmed, trying to put me where she wanted, but I held her firmly in place with a palm spread wide over her stomach. “How many times I found a quiet corner on base to fuck my hand after our night together, remembering how good you tasted?”
“Probably about as often as I fucked myself with my vibrator, wishing it was your cock.”
“Fucking hell, woman,” I swore, blowing a stream of airacross her drenched cunt, grinning when she shivered and goosebumps broke out across her skin beneath my hands.
“Finn,” she gasped.
“Yes, baby?”
“Stop talking andeat, soldier.”
“Yes, ma’am,” I murmured, rewarding us both with a long, slow lick from back to front.
“Oh, goddesses,” she moaned.
I chuckled, having forgotten that about her. That she didn’t pray to God, but the ancient Greek goddesses.
As long as another man’s name wasn’t on her lips—the almighty or not—I didn’t give a fuck.
Adding to the teasing strokes of my tongue, I thumbed her clit with the head on her stomach, gentle taps and brushes. Reagan buried her hands in my hair and bore down on my face, hips circling.
Fuck, that was hot. Hertakingwhat she wanted from me.
I stiffened my tongue and drove it into her entrance, pumping in and out like I’d do with my cock, and Reagan’s ragged breath filled the air around us.
“Finn.”
My mouth didn’t leave her flesh, but I looked up her body, and our eyes collided.
