Page 97 of With This Kiss
I let out a small groan against her when she finally wrapped her arms around my neck and her blunt nails dug into my skin, as if urging me on.
My hands trailed down her body, moving over to the hem of her shirt and pushing underneath.
My palm found her soft belly and pressed down on it, loving the vulnerability of her position before I moved my hand up. Icupped her tit, playing with it in my palm a bit before tweaking her nipple. She pulled away from my kiss and looked me in the eye.
“I don’t think—” She let out a hiss in pain when I pinched her roughly. “Reign.”
“Yeah, baby?” I asked, not stopping my movements.
Her brows pulled together, and she shook her head. I moved my hand to her other tit and gave it the same treatment. She took in a deep breath, her legs rubbing up against me from the sensation.
Fuck, but this wasn’t enough.
I pushed the shirt she was wearing—my shirt—up to her collarbones, leaving it there and sitting up so I could see her.
She tried to pull it down, as if to cover herself from me. Yeah, that wasn’t fucking happening.
I gathered her wrists in one hand and pressed them up above her head. She flexed her wrists, like she was trying to escape me.
“Reign,” she said softly.
“Do you fucking know how pretty you look like this?” I asked, bending down and taking one hard nipple in my mouth, sucking on it before rolling it between my teeth. Her back arched.
Fucking hell.
I moved to the other nipple and gave it the same treatment, using my other hand to tug on the boxer briefs she borrowed from me to wear to bed.
She wasn’t wearing any panties.
Fuck, but she was driving me crazy.
I cupped her pussy and massaged my hand over her slit.
She jolted, letting out a low cry from the sensation. “Reign!”
“Does that feel good, baby? Do you like it when I play with your sweet little cunt like this? Look at how well you’re responding to me.”
Her breath hitched as I slowly pressed my finger against her folds, playing with her like that for a while, building her up and up and not letting her come. She let out a small huff of air every time I pulled back from her, her eyes nearly turning murderous.
Could she get any cuter?
I pulled back and lightly tapped her pussy. More wetness gushed out of her from the move, her arousal turning my palm slick. The realization made my cock throb painfully in my boxers. I circled her clit with my thumb before pressing down on it, watching her face contort with pleasure, her belly caving in as she struggled to take in a deep breath.
“You’re so fucking wet already,” I murmured, my voice dropping an octave lower. “Is that all for me?”
She bit her lip, refusing to answer, but her body betrayed her. The hard look in her eyes intensified—she was about as threatening as a newborn kitten. I moved my hand faster and faster against her, letting her climb higher and higher before I abruptly stopped.
“You fucker!” she yelled. Her hips bucked against my hand, seeking more friction. I laughed and slipped one finger inside her, feeling her walls clench around me immediately.
“Answer me,” I demanded, stilling my movements.
“Yes,” she finally breathed out. “Yes, it’s for you.”
I rewarded her with another finger, pumping slowly in and out while my thumb continued its assault on her clit. She made a sweet little mewl sound that nearly had me coming undone.
This was getting to be too much. I pulled out of her and shoved off my boxer briefs. She was looking up at me with hooded eyes as I grabbed my cock and stroked myself, pinching the tip to keep from coming too soon.
It had been a long time since I had been on the verge of losing control completely.
