Page 53 of Dining for Love
He works me through pulse after pulse of sweet relief, then eases up as I come down, pulling his fingers out and kissing a path up my body. He takes my mouth in a deep kiss, and I taste myself on him. I go limp when he pulls away, and something incoherent leaves my mouth, and he chuckles, sliding up to lie on his side next to me and running his fingers up and down my body.
“You are so sexy,” he murmurs. “I could watch you come all day long.”
I turn on my side to look at him as his dark eyes flare. “More,” I say simply. “I am nowhere near done.” After a moment’s hesitation, I murmur, “Please.”
He grins wickedly. “You think you’ve earned it?”
I run my hand over his chest, reveling in its hardness, the way his tan skin contrasts with the paleness of mine. There’s no more bandage on his shoulder, just a neat pink circle of the healing scar. I trace my hand down to his dick and wrap my hand around it, delighting in the velvet over steel. He jerks with the contact, and I smile up at him. “Can I?”
His eyes darken. “You can do whatever you want, Willa.”
I bend to him, taking his dick into my mouth immediately. I’m probably a little too enthusiastic, if I’m being honest, and I wouldn’t doubt he’s had better head, but I don’t care. I’ve wanted this man’s dick in my mouth, and now it’s here. I taste his precum, then adjust my position, kneeling between his legs to lick and suck, enjoying the moans coming out of him.
“Fuck, just like that, Willa,” he growls. “You like my cock, don’t you?”
I release him with a pop. “I do.” I meet his eyes. And immediately, it’s crystal clear why he wanted me to look at him when the positions were reversed. The way he’s looking at me, as if his very world hinges on what I do next, is powerful. To have Reid’s attention on me, to know he’s waiting to see what I do next, that I have his desire at my disposal and can make him writhe with it, is a heady feeling. One I could definitely get used to.
I bend to him once again, tracing the thick vein running root to tip with my tongue before taking him to the back of my throat again. He whispers encouragingly to me. “That’s so good, Willa. Yes. Good girl, fuck, you like that, so do I.”
I feel his legs stiffen and think I’m going to get to bring him to orgasm the same as he did for me, but he leans down to pull me off.
I pout. “But you were so close.”
He grins. “Exactly.”
“Don’t you want to come?”
“Look at how easily you said the word,” he praises.
Naturally, I flush. He rolls over to the bedside table and pulls out a condom, and I watch as he puts it on. “I like to be edged, Willa.”
I blink, realization dawning. “Oh.”
“So I like the wait. The build-up. That way, when I do let myself orgasm, it’s more intense.” He rolls me onto my back and settles between my legs. “Have you ever been edged, sweetheart?”
I shake my head. “Can we not do that today?”
He leans to take my mouth in a kiss. “I’m in charge, sweetheart.” Then he pushes a finger into me. I gasp. “You ready for me?”
“Please,” I manage.
He withdraws his finger and positions his dick at my entrance. “Say it again.”
Something occurs to me. “Please, Officer.”
His features darken and he growls as he gives me a little bit of him.
I wiggle, trying to get more. “Please, Officer MacKinnon,” I say breathlessly. “Give me your dick.”
“Cock.”
“Cock,” I repeat without hesitation. I don’t recognize the person I am right now. “Please give me your cock. I need it.”
“God, yes. So good.” He pushes all the way in.
The pleasure is unlike anything I’ve ever felt, because of course it is. He goes deeper, fills me more, than anyone before him. Maybe it’s his experience, maybe it’s just him, but either way, it’s unreal. This is…this is…God. He pushes into me, again and again, his chest glistening with sweat above me, and all I can do is moan and writhe beneath him.
Reid’s eyes sear into mine. “Tell me.”