Good heavens. His touch was sure and gentle, his mouth warm and wet. He seemed to know how to apply just the right amount of pressure in precisely the right spot. Though it took her a minute or two to relax, she soon surrendered to the exquisite sensations he ignited inside her.

He nudged her legs farther apart and grabbed her hips, holding her like he’d never let her go. His mouth and tongue teased her mercilessly, and a lovely, insistent pulsing began to echo in her core. The feeling was so intense that she might have pulled away, but then Reese reached for her hand and laced his fingers through hers. “Stay with me,” he murmured, renewing his efforts with an enthusiasm that humbled and enthralled her.

Every wicked flick of his tongue and brush of his lips carried her higher, lifted her closer to the sun. Her belly tightened, her breath caught, and, suddenly, she was floating. Drifting through the air like a dandelion seed, blissfully light and free.

He held her all the while, ensuring she drew out every ounce of pleasure to be had. And when her body was deliciously sated and limp, he lay beside her and pulled her close, trailing his fingertips over her back in light, soothing strokes.

“You were right,” she said with a smile. “I did like that.”

He shot her a wicked grin. “So did I.”

She nuzzled his neck, kissing his warm, salty skin. Never had she felt so close to someone, so safe, so … loved.

With a contented sigh, she reached between their bodies and curled her fingers around his smooth, hard length. A low groan escaped his lips, and she swallowed it, kissing him with all the fervor in her soul.

She found the rhythm he liked and stroked him till his eyes closed and sweat beaded on his brow. Knowing he was hovering on the edge, she gave a long, slow caress from the base of his shaft all the way to the top.

“Soph,” he said raggedly. “I can’t…”

“Yes, you can,” she whispered, increasing the pace and pressure. She continued stroking as she lowered her head to his chest and ran her tongue over a flat nipple.

Stifling a curse, he placed his hand over hers and tensed as he climaxed, pulsing, hot, and wet in her palm. For several seconds, they lay together without moving. Her cheek rested on his chest, and his heart beat wildly. “You are amazing,” he said, looking at her with awe and affection.

“I think it’s more accurate to say that we’re amazing,” she said. “Together.”

He pressed a kiss to her forehead. “Wait here. I’ll fetch a wet towel.”

When he returned to the bed, they laughed as they took turns washing and drying each other. And when they grew chilly, they snuggled beneath the sheets, her back to his chest.