Page 43 of Fear the Reaper
But he didn’t go right for it. During love making, Reaper loved making me wait, making me burn. He kissed my lips gently at first as though testing me. When I moaned, he cradled the sides of my neck and plunged his tongue into my mouth. I whimpered, melted into his chest and gripped the waste of his pants. His hard body backed me toward the bed and we stopped when my thighs touched it. I toppled backward with him on top of me. I took his weight but he pulled away to kneel over me like Hercules. I stared up at him, marveling at the fact this gorgeous soul could be mine if I fought for him. This man, with the brown eyes that saw through to my soul could belong to me.
Sighing, I dropped my hands against his jean clad thighs and dragged them upward and across to his belt. Reaper caught my hands to stop me and I met his gaze.
“I don’t want to go back.” Reaper’s voice broke. “I want you, Nova. Tell me I can—”
“Then take me.”
“That’s not what—I want to be by your side.” His eyes shimmered down at me. “I want to wake up to you, come home to you—to be yours. I never thought I’d want any of this.”
“You have to be able to trust me if this is going to work.”
Reaper sighed and nodded. “I can.”
“Then, we can work something out.”
It seemed that was the answer he wanted. Within seconds he had me moaning and arching up at him as he nibbled at my throat, my shoulders, the valley between my breasts. He parked there, pinching my nipples, tugging them, rubbing the work roughen balls of his thumbs across them. I sighed his name, spread my legs for him and dragged my nails down his shoulder. Reaper cupped my breasts, pushed them together and licked from one to the other. Every thought I had before was gone as I kissed his head. I was never a fan of a mouth on my nipples but Reaper—
“Shit!”
He used everything—his lips, his teeth, the tip of his tongue. I knew I was sopping wet, I could feel it and I wanted him to know it was all for him—because of him. Spreading my legs wider, he fell intimately against me. Reaper found my mouth again, but didn’t stay long. He moved down my frame, dragging his tongue in a wet line along my flesh. He circled his tongue around each tattooed butterfly against my side, kissed my hip and continued his descent. Reaper passed where I needed his mouth and lifted my right leg to trace the butterflies there with a fingertip.
“What is it about these creatures that you love so much?”
“I’m Hopi Indian,” I explained. “The butterfly means life to me—but I can explain to you more about my people—after.”
He laughed softly as he placed a soft kiss to my ankle then lowered my leg to the bed. “Okay, darling.”
Reaper crept up my body. He paused to drag his mouth against the soft insides of my thighs. He toyed with me, played me then listened to his reward of me pleaded—begging him to take me, taste me.
The moment his tongue found me I bit into my bottom lip. It was better than the first time he went down on me. The motion of his tongue was strong, drawing back and forth over the most tender part of me. He sucked, licked, played me like an instrument until I sang for him.
From somewhere in my passion filled mind, the sound of a belt buckle followed by the crinkle of plastic seeped in. I tried bringing my mind back to the present but I was still trembling against the bed from one of the most powerful orgasms I’d ever experienced.
Reaper returned to me and gripped the neck of my clothing and tugged. Soon the cool air from the air conditioner flowed over my flesh followed by the heat of his body. My nipples tightened in anticipation.
“I’ve been waiting for this.” Reaper spread my legs and knelt between them.
He slid into me, nice and slow.
“Oh.” I sighed. “Me too.”
Reaper held me down and rode me hard. One orgasm lead to another as his sweat spilled against my body and mingled with my own. I couldn’t keep my hands off him—from digging my nails into his muscular body, to biting at his nipples. He growled as my teeth sank into the tight bud.
His body stiffened over me and with his head tossed back, Reaper came for me. I released his nipple to suck the pain away as he trembled powerfully.
“Fuck, Nova.” Reaper panted. “How did you…”
He slumped beside me and drew me into his side. As I cuddled into him, I sighed.
“Did I hurt you?” Reaper asked.
“In all the best ways,” I said. “Let me catch my breath and we can do it again.”
Reaper laughed. “We have so much to talk about. From the living situation to life in general.”
“I’ve been thinking about that.” I shifted against him. “You told me about the little girl you brought home from your mission.”
“Mhmm.”
