Page 107 of Reign
It turns me on so much that I have to reel in the tingling warning at my balls, the tightening in my shaft. I want to draw this out. It’s been too long, and I’m not about to play the game of delicacy when she looks so damned hot spread out on the counter.
I start hard, but I won’t finish fast. Our skin smacks together. My tie hangs open at my bare neck and at each thrust, the Briarcliff colors bounce.
“More,” Callie whispers through her cries, her hands scrabbling for my pecs as she arches and pulls me closer. “More, more, more.”
“Always,” I groan near her ear, then sit her up so she’s draping over me and I clutch her thighs and pound.
The edge is near, that placid sparkling surface below begging for me to make waves.
“You with me?” I ask her between thrusts, surprisingly breathless.
I could blame it on my recovery, but…
It’s her.
She’s done this to me.
“Yes,” she whispers back, just as starved for oxygen.
“Then come,” I order, gripping the back of her neck, her hair tangling against my fingers. “Come with me.”
“Yes,” she says, her back arching as the first wave hits her, then the next.
I take some pleasure for my own, my lips peeling back at the first fractal impact, my vision blacking out right about the time my entire being comes alive.
When it’s over, we collapse against each other, breathing heavy, the fabric of her dress curling and tickling my ass cheeks.
I take my time leaving her, since she feels so good and right, but I also don’t want to take away the moment she’s been waiting for—the moment we all want.
Graduation out of this motherfucking school.
I kiss her before I draw away, her lips swollen and reddened with my scruff. I love that I’ve left my mark on her and that when she accepts her diploma from the acting Headmaster, our sex will be all over her.
Callie pops down from the counter, smoothing her hair. “I should probably straighten up.”
“You look perfect.”
“Sure.” She scoffs. “If you like the whole scruffy possum look.”
“I love the scruffy possum look.”
She catches my stare and smiles.
In that moment, I’m lost.
I’m hers.
“Fine, but only because we’re a million minutes late,” she says, then helps me dress, especially as I can’t bend down so well anymore.
Callie fixes my tie around my collar in between stolen kisses, then scrapes back my hair from my face and laughs when it pops right back into tousled position as soon as she lets go.
“I think we’re as ready as we’ll ever be,” she says.
“Agreed. Let’s go.”
She takes my hand, but as we stroll to the door, something through her open door and under her bed catches my eye.
A green stem.