Page 68 of Watch Me
“You can do it,” I smirked. “You like to take control.”
She snorted. “I did take control, huh?”
“I’m not complaining.” Igrinned.
“In that case …”
Reagan ripped the packet open and straddled my hips again. This time she faced away from me and my dick jerked with approval. Grabbing the base of my shaft, she slid the latex over it and then lifted before sinking down all the way. There were no words spoken as I held her hips, her hands on my shins, and once again Reagan rode me to herliking.
“God, you’re beautiful,” I gushed as Reagan moved back and forth over my cock. My hand went to her clit, and I rubbed, needing her to be close again because I was. If she hadn’t come when she had, I would have erupted after a few moretugs.
“Fuck,” she hissed and picked up her pace. “This … is … better … than … karaoke.”
I chuckled. “Yeah, baby.”
Her pace increased again, and Reagan threw her head back. I grabbed a fistful of her long brown hair, making her back arch. Her rhythm didn’t falter, and I didn’t let up on her clit. She was slick with her cum and arousal as I used two fingers to work herfaster.
“I’m gonna come again,” shepanted.
“Yeah, baby,” I coaxed, trying to hold off from losing myself first. “Me too.” I felt her pussy clench and then pulse, making me blow my load as she milked me with her ownclimax.
I fucking loved thatwoman.
As we lay in bed, both of us on the brink of sleep, I asked, “Move in with me?”
Reagan lifted her head from my shoulder. “I have.”
“No, I mean officially. Even after I catch the killer. I want you here every night.”
She stared at me and then slowly smiled. “Okay.”
“Okay?” I asked, making sure I’d heard hercorrectly.
“Yes, I will move in with you.”
I rolled us, so I was on top of her. “Best day of my life.”
“Even better than—”
I silenced her with my mouth, knowing she was going to ask if it was better than the days my kids were born and whatever else was technically better. I didn’t care. This one was in the top ten forsure.
When I graduated college the first time, there were caps and gowns and flowers and speeches and tossing of said caps. That wasn’t what happened the last day of class. Instead, I simply got a signed certificate from my teacher saying I passed. Ethan made sure to make dinner plans at a nice steakhouse to celebrate, and I’d switched with the Monday night bartender so I could have the night off.
“Order whatever you want, Buttercup. You’ve earned it.”
I smiled. “Thank you.”
“How does it feel being a crime scene investigator?”
“I have to get a job as one first.” Ichuckled.
Ethan grinned. “We’re gonna work on that.”
“Yeah?”
He leaned back in his chair and set the menu down. “I told you that first night that I’d help you.”
“You also told me that you’d help me study,” I reminded him. We’dstudiedtogether, but not mycoursework.
