“Yes,” I whisper, biting my lip as he adds more pressure.
He groans against my mouth.
“Tell me… have you missed me touching you?” He plunges two fingers inside me, and I cry out, but it’s caught on his lips as he kisses me again and curls his fingers, hitting my G-spot.
“Yes,” I whimper as he works me into a frenzy on his hand, rubbing my clit with his palm as he fingers me until I’m clenching around him and trying to climb up the wall backward as I writhe in his arms.
“Such a wriggler,” he murmurs, planting his free hand firmly around my neck, pinning me in place.
I gasp against his mouth as he sucks on my bottom lip, nipping it gently between his teeth.
His voice drops. “The nights without you have been hell.”
His hand flexes against my throat as his fingers delve deeper, causing my eyes to roll back in my head with pleasure. I can sense him watching me, and when I look back into his gaze, it’s fixed on mine with an intensity that makes my heart skip a beat.
“The days, too. But especially the nights. They’re so fucking long when all I can think about is being deep inside you.”
“Reed,” I moan as a familiar tightening begins gathering strength low in my stomach.
“Tell me you’ve missed me, Angel. I need to hear you say it,” he utters quietly.
“I have.”
He slides his fingers out and adds another, forcing me to accept them as he holds me still.
I swallow, relishing the resistance my neck meets against his hand. I love this. I love feeling like I belong to him. Relinquishing control to him doesn’t make me feel powerless. It’s the opposite. I feel cherished and adored when he takes command of me like this, struggling to hold himself together. I know he isn’t anywhere else right now except firmly in this moment with me. Our eyes lock together as I give my body over to him.
“I have missed you,” I whisper, staring into his darkened eyes. “I never wanted to leave. I’m so sorr—”
“Shh.” He slides his hand down my neck and over my t-shirt, grasping my breast, positioning it so he can dip his head and suck my nipple into his mouth through the fabric.
A moan catches in my throat as he bites.
“I’m going to make you come all over me, Angel. I need to feel you.”
The sound of his zipper hits my ears, and I rest my head against the wall, panting and high with anticipation for what I know is coming. He looks up at me under hooded lids as he sucks my nipple again, making me squirm against him.
I nod, my lips parted, unable to speak properly from how turned on I am. All I manage is a barely-there whisper of “Please.”
Reed tears my sweatpants and panties down my legs, dropping to his knees to pull them off my feet.
“Fuck. You’re so wet, I can see it on your legs.” He runs a tongue slowly up the inside of my thigh, sucking up my arousal with a tortured groan. “You’ve always tasted like heaven to me, Angel.Fucking heaven.”
I’m trembling and grabbing fistfuls of his hair as I ache to have his mouth where I want it.
“Such a pretty pussy,” he murmurs to himself, his voice low and gravelly.
He places his mouth on me, sealing it against my skin, and pleasure explodes instantly, sending shockwaves through my body as he sucks my clit. I crash spectacularly into a giant, shuddering orgasm on his face as my body almost folds in two over him.
“Reed…” I cry out, clinging on to his hair with my hands as he keeps sucking, extending my pleasure to the point where my thighs begin to shake around his face.
“More,” he growls, his tongue moving to rub fast circles over me. “Give me more, Harley!”
He sounds angry, his voice strained, but I barely have time to register it before my first orgasm rolls into another and I’m forced onto my tiptoes as he pushes his mouth against me.
“Give me fucking more!” he demands again, lifting both of my legs over his shoulders until I’m sitting on his face.
I straighten my back against the wall so I don’t fall on top of him. My heart is racing, and a trickle of sweat runs down between my breasts.