Page 43 of Love on the Ice
I’m ready for him to kiss, lick, suck, and devour me. I don’t really want to stop and have any kind of conversation right now. The time for conversing was dinner, and that’s over now. I want kisses, touches, goose bumps, and I know he is the only man who can give them to me.
“I just wanted to tell you that I’m really glad we met. I like you.”
My heart squeezes. My stomach flips, and my hopes… they skyrocket. I should not allow myself to feel this way. But his words, they’re everything.
“I like you, too, Reid,” I whisper.
It’s a vulnerability that I promised myself I would not allow, and yet, here we are. Here I am, telling him that I like him. Of course, I like him, but probably a bit too much. He leans down and touches his mouth to mine. Unfortunately, he doesn’t deepen the kiss the way I want, but he grunts against my lips before he lifts his head and looks into my eyes.
“My place?” he asks.
There it is.
My once skyrocketing hope dashes straight to the ground. I know normal relationships will end the night this way, too, but I don’t know. Maybe it’s me. It feels different. It feels exactly like what I’ve suspected I’ve been this whole time. A booty call. No matter how many different ways I want to spin it, that’s how I always feel at the end of the day.
REID
Burying my face between her thighs, I suck on her clit. Lorelai reaches down, gripping my hair with her fingers as she pulls me closer to her. Fuck. If I could crawl inside of her body right now, I would. She tastes amazing. The best dessert I’ve ever had.
Her legs are draped over my shoulders as I spread her wide for me. Reaching up, I curl my fingers around one of her breasts as I moan against her pussy. Fucking epic. That’s what she is. She lifts her hips, meeting my tongue over and over. She’s fucking my tongue, searching for her release, and it’s incredible.
Every part of her is out of this world.
“I’m close,” she whimpers.
She doesn’t have to tell me. I can feel it. I can taste it. I know she’s close, and I can’t wait for her to come on my tongue. No warning necessary. I want to taste all of her. I’ve never been one who was particularly into eating pussy. It was just always part of foreplay, expected and appreciated. But when it comes to Lorelai, I want to consume every inch of her.
“Reid,” she breathes, her voice washing over me. I pinch my eyes closed as her taste floods my tongue.
The. Best.
Her thighs tremble against my shoulder, she pushes her pussy closer to my face, and her fingers grip my hair even harder, causing my scalp to burn. It’s perfection. She is perfection. When Lorelai has come down from her orgasm, I turn my head and touch my lips to the inside of her thigh.
As I climb up her body, I realize I haven’t talked to her about birth control, and I curse myself. I want to be inside of her and feel all of her bare. I am falling in love with her, and I want to feel every inch of her body.
Reaching into my nightstand drawer, I take out a condom and quickly roll it down my length, then slip my fingers between her legs and glide them through her wetness to ensure she’s ready for me.
Her back arches, her head flies back, and she lets out a long groan.
She’s ready.
Aligning myself with her center, slowly, I sink inside of her wet heat. Once I’m rooted completely, I lift my hand, cupping the back of her head with it. The other I place next to her shoulder on the mattress as I hover above her.
Lorelai lifts her knees high, pressing her shins against my ribs. I search her gaze with mine, then dip my chin and touch my mouth to hers, keeping my lips touching hers as I begin to move inside of her.
This isn’t just having sex. This isn’t exploring. This moment right here, with her breath exhaling into my body, the way my hips are moving so fucking slowly, I’m memorizing every single millimeter of her body with my own.
This is making love.
And I never want to stop.
Lorelai's nails scratch from my shoulders to my lower back. I hiss, loving the way they feel against my flesh. I hope they left marks. I want them for the game. A goddamn badge of honor to have her marks on my skin.
I try to keep a steady rhythm, my hips moving in and out of her slowly, an even-paced tempo even though inside, my body is screaming for me to fuck her hard and fast. My control is slipping, and my balls are aching for release.
Shifting my mouth to her ear, I nibble on her earlobe before I murmur, “You feel amazing, baby. Are you going to come for me again? I want to feel you squeeze me. Show me just how good I make you feel.”
Her eyes open, her breath gasps, and then I feel her cunt squeeze me. She almost squeezes the goddamn life out of me, and I wouldn’t be mad if she did. Because it would be the best way to die ever.