Page 11 of The Charmer
“Tell me, Jayde.”
I work a swallow, my throat dry. My body is so tight, my limbs all arching into Reese, my body wanting to be fucking swallowed by his if I can just come, just feel, just?—
“Let go, baby,” he encourages. He moves his mouth over mine and draws me into a passionate, deep kiss that leaves me whimpering. Then, he places the softest kiss to the corner of my mouth and his thumb presses against my clit. I nearly scream.
My hand around his cock releases it to grip the bedding. I throw my head back, squeeze my eyes closed, and come harder than I ever have in my life. Spasms wrack my body as I convulse around Reese’s fingers. He’s pumping faster now, letting me ride the wave of my orgasm, drawing it out longer.
“Oh my God,” I gasp, coming down from the most intense sexual experience of my life.
Reese moves into my line of vision, his eyes studying my face, his fingers still inside me, my walls still trembling against them.
“I’m falling for you, Jayde,” he says the sincerest words while we’re in the most intimate of positions and my heart lurches.
“Please fuck me, Reese,” I nearly beg, unable to be any more real than that.
He chuckles. “It’d be my fucking pleasure, baby.”
Then, he slips his fingers out of me and uses my arousal to coat his shaft, working himself over for a few pumps. My eyes nearly fall out of my head because—Lord, is everything he does erotic in its intimacy? Reese rolls on a condom and lines up at my entrance and thrusts inside, inch by inch, allowing me time to adjust for his size.
His hands, sticky with my want, lace with mine and he moves our joined hands above my head as his body shadows mine.
Once he’s buried inside me, he begins to move, and my eyes roll back in my head.
“You’re so wet for me, Jayde,” he moans.
“I want you, Reese,” I tell him, my words coming out between gritted teeth.
It’s happening again. The tightness in my nipples, the heat between my legs, the coiling of nerves and aching of limbs. Reese drops one of my hands to brush my hair out of my face.
“Wanna see you. Always want to look at you,” he grits out.
I force my eyes open, force myself to meet his gaze and fall into the depths of his eyes, two pools filled with more want and care than I’ve ever known.
“Please, Reese, don’t stop,” I cry out, my body so tight, my release so close.
“Come for me, Jayde. Break for me, baby.”
His words are my undoing and I come hard, again, as he chases me into release.
When we’re both spent, sated, deliriously happy, Reese rolls onto his side. He grips my leg and hooks it over his hip. His touch is soft and caressing and my body is putty in his hands.
“You’re it for me, Jayde,” he whispers, kissing me chastely. He looks at me for a long moment, so long it’s as if he can see all the way to my heart, read the hurt that lingers there from too many bad breakups. After a moment, his mouth hitches into a half-smirk and he shakes his head, telling me that they don’t matter. That he’s here now, and he’ll take care of me.
Want me and care for me and give me all the things I’ve been missing out on. Security. Stability. Love.
“You’re it,” he murmurs again before sliding from the bed and going to the bathroom to clean up.
I roll onto my back and stare up at the peaked ceiling. “Fuck,” I mutter. What the hell was that?
What am I supposed to do?
Reese Keller just made fucking love to me and I—what?
I want him to do it again. And again and again and again and again.
But how long will he want me for? Don’t we have an expiration date? In my past relationships, there’s always been one.
But what if this time, it’s different? Reese is different than any man I’ve ever been with before.
