Reid shivered as I handed him the lube, and I took his chin between my thumb and forefinger. I kissed him slowly, thoroughly, passionately, telling him in that kiss exactly how much I wanted him, and as I did, the trembling subsided. This time, he was the one to push me onto my back, and the wicked grin curving his lips told me he was looking forward to this just as much as I was.
Scooting down the bed toward him, I bent my knees and spread my legs. With his cock jutting out in front of him, ready to take me, Reid looked at me—all of me—for the first time, and then he did something that had a smile curling my mouth. He licked his lips.
“Christ, you’re sexy,” he said, as he settled in between my thighs and poured more lube onto his sheathed dick. He angled his erection down as he poured, and I felt the liquid where I needed it.
“Get inside me, Reid.” The guttural sound coming out of my mouth didn’t sound like me, but it had Reid biting down hard on his lip as he lined his cock up against my hot hole.
I was ready, oh so fucking ready, and I was about to tell him so, when he slowly pushed the head of his erection inside me. On a gasp, he pulled back out, but I reached up for his hips and held him there.
“Just do it. Slowly. You won’t hurt me.” I guided him back to my entrance, and as the tip nudged against me, I took a deepbreath, letting it out as Reid pushed inside and kept going this time.
“Oh wow,” he said under his breath when he paused, and I grabbed his hips again and forced him to keep going. I welcomed the burn that came with not being stretched beforehand—and from not having had a partner in months. The pleasure bordered on the edge of pain, but I welcomed it. I not only wanted it, but I needed it. Had it not been for the sting, I would’ve thought I was hallucinating Reid’s gorgeous, leanly muscular body above me, his lightly tanned skin a contrast to my pale white.
“Oh God, I can’t,” Reid said, his brow beading with sweat. “You feel too good…too tight. I’m gonna come.”
“Look at me,” I said, and waited until he did. “You’re not coming until I feel you inside me.Allof you.”
With his eyes still on mine, he followed my command, grunting and pushing inside to the hilt. Once we were completely joined, I ran my hands down to the smooth curve of his ass and gave him one last instruction: “Now take me.”
If I’d thought Reid would hold back with me just because it was his first time, I was dead wrong. He knew exactly what to do, exactly how to take me and make my toes curl with every thrust of his hips.
Leaning down over me as he continued to move, he seized my lips, plunging his tongue deep inside so there was no part of him that wasn’t joined to every part of me. It wasn’t enough for him, the sex. He wanted to be connected completely, the physical, the emotional, intertwined. I’d wanted him inside me for so long, and now that he was, it was so much…more. More intense, more emotional, and more consuming than I ever could’ve imagined.
The rise of an impending wave threatened to crest over me just as Reid cried out, “I’m gonna come… I can’t hold back?—”
“Come with me,” I growled, the cords in my neck pulled tight as the most powerful orgasm of my life overwhelmed andthreatened to consume me. Faintly, I heard Reid call out my name, felt his hips jerk erratically, but I was too far gone into the ecstasy of my climax to urge him on. A few seconds later, Reid collapsed on top of me, the evidence of my orgasm between us, and both of us slick with sweat, but neither of us could be bothered to move. My limbs felt heavy, like I’d run a marathon in sweltering desert heat. We both lay there, catching our breaths and waiting for the carnal fog to lift.
“How are you real?” Reid’s words were muffled against my chest.
“I’d been thinking the same damn thing about you.”
“That was”—he lifted his head to look up at me—“un-fucking-believable.”
I let out a weak chuckle, my body still weary, but he was right. “Intense” wouldn’t cut it to describe what had just happened between us.
I pulled open the bedside drawer then reached inside and grabbed a towel, and Reid grudgingly moved to his back so I could wipe him down. After I cleaned myself off, I tossed the towel in the laundry bin and pulled the covers back. Reid had never stayed over before, not the whole night, and I hoped he wasn’t about to throw on his clothes and leave.
When he tugged the sheet up over his hips and patted the empty space beside him, I let out a relieved sigh and slid in under the covers. Reid snuggled into my side, one arm over my waist, and his cheek resting on my chest. From my angle, I could see the scar on his head, and I brushed my fingers ever so lightly around it. “Seems to be healing well.”
“Mmm,” he said.
“I’ve got some wicked scars as a keepsake, too.”
That got his attention. “Oh yeah? Where?”
“You mean you didn’t notice? Guess you’ll have to find them.”
“Next time. I’ll make sure to do a thorough body check.”
I smiled at the thought of there being a next time. “You do that.”
“I will,” he said, and then he yawned. He was silent for a long time, and I thought he’d gone to sleep, but then he said, “Ollie? Is it always like this?”
My arm tightened around him. “No, Bluebird. No, it’s never like this.”
He placed a kiss on my chest, and within seconds, his body rose and fell in the deep, peaceful breaths of sleep.
It had been a long time since I prayed, but as I lay there with Reid in my arms, I sent up a quick thank you to whoever was listening. Nothing and no one had ever fit me as perfectly as Reid Valentine, and I made a vow then to do whatever it took to keep him in my life.