I didn’t know much about how to handle a penis, but I knew men liked just about anything down there. The warm water rained over us, and I worked my fist back and forth over him.

He groaned again, his eyes closed.

“Make me come,” I said again.

He trailed one hand down my abdomen to my vulva. Then—

“Oh!”

When his fingers met my clit, I wanted to explode. Every particle of energy became my pussy. Empty, so empty. I never knew how empty I was and how much I longed to be filled.

Too much. Too soon.

But his fingers swirling over my clit…

Heaven, pure heaven.

My breathing became more rapid, and soft moans escaped my throat.

Please. Please. Please.

The only word I could manage.

Still his strong fingers circled that most intimate part of me that was sprouting all kinds of pleasure.

“Fuck it,” he finally said and dropped to his knees before me.

He slid his tongue over my clit—so soft and slick—and then something crawled along my flesh. Something so fresh and vibrant…

A new feeling…

A new feeling I wanted more of…

Another swipe of his tongue. One more, and—

I crashed. I yelled. I broke into glorious pieces.

My fingers found their way to his hair, threading through the wet silk, pushing his face against my pussy, as words floated in the air around us. In my voice.

What words? I couldn’t say.

More. More. More.

The feelings intensified, and the hot water showering me glittered like diamonds.

More. More. More.

Never want it to end. Never… Never…

Until Reid moved away, and the feelings became less intense, less magnified…

And I floated back down to reality, landing as if a soft blanket had been laid out before me.

I felt satisfaction in the most beautiful way.

He’d done what I asked. He made me come.

And I knew my life would never be the same.

28

Reid

Her pussy tasted like her mouth, only more so. And all I’d done was lick her clit. I hadn’t dived between those long, lean legs and shoved my tongue into her wet heat. I’d wanted to, but I held myself in check.

She asked me to make her come, and clearly she’d been ready.

I was good, but yeah, this had been amazing.

My dick pulsed between my legs.

I remembered…

How I’d felt when she grabbed it, worked it…

How hard I’d gritted my teeth together to keep from exploding from her mere touch.

How was it possible that I wanted her so much? More than I’d ever wanted another woman?

Her new blond hair was wet and stuck to her shoulders and neck. Her nipples were still hard and taut. And her pussy… So pink and swollen… An invitation if I’d ever seen one…

But she was done. Complete.

And I’d been left unsatisfied.