My legs immediately began shaking the second he touched me there. It was like magic, his mouth taking me off this fucking earth.

My hands moved through his hair, he wasn't close enough, it wasn't enough.

He stood, lifting me onto the vanity, spreading my legs as he moved back down, getting exactly where I need him.

"Oh my god." I gasped, his hands keeping my thighs open, my head falling back.

"Reid, don't stop I'm gonna come." I said through airy whispers, his tongue encouraging me to orgasm, as he swirled my clit.

I tensed, my breath being held as I tried to not yell, my hands clutching the edge of the counter.

"Oh fuck." I drew out the breath, it coming shaky as he stood, kissing me, I hummed, tasting myself mixed with him.

His body kept my legs open, his hand moving down my body and his fingers immediately pushed into me.

I gasped, overstimulated, my arm going around his neck as I held him to me, his fingers moving quicker, giving me the upmost pleasure.

"You're so beautiful. I'm only here to please you Victoria." He whispered, I bit into the cloth covering the bare skin of his shoulder.

I moaned, trembling with each movement of him.

"Deeper." I mumbled, clutching onto him, knowing I'd lose my balance if he moved.

He did, knuckles deep making me shriek as his cold wedding ring hit my bare skin.

I began grinding on his hand, orgasming so fucking hard.

"Good girl, fuck baby." He moaned himself.

I smiled, relaxed as he pulled his fingers from me, putting them into his own mouth.

I stood, holding my dress up as I cleaned myself with wet paper towels.

"I can't go out there yet, go without me." He washed his hands and I frowned.

"Why not?" I asked, my hand squeezing his hard on over his pants.

He groaned, his eyes falling shut the second I touched him.

"You're coming out with me." I told him and he looked down, nodding.

"Thank you." I smiled.

-

We were finally home, after the goodbyes and Reid nearly yelling at everyone who talked to him.

I love sexually frustrated men.

I laid on his bed, in a night gown, listening to him moan, jacking himself off in the shower.

I wondered what it would be like to have him all to myself. Not like I've had him.

I'm talking, maybe tie his hands behind his back and ride him.

Women are so often praised for our beauty, which I understand completely.

But men are stunning when done correctly.

The height, the rough skin, the muscles carving out their bodies like a god, their broadness, their jawlines and throats, their shoulders and backs.

I wanted Reid to sit still, to let me admire him.

I wanted to know all of him, I wanted to know how to move my hips to give him the best pleasure, I wanted his hand around my throat while he tells me he loves me, I wanted to be familiar with the taste of his cock and how it felt running down my throat.

I sat up when the door from his bathroom opened and he stood there, steam rolling off his skin from his shower, towel so loose around his waist.

I wanted him. In every way.

He didn't make eye contact with me as he walked to his closet.

I knew he was embarrassed. Or shy. There was a fine line between those two emotions for him.

He made them equivalent in his mind.

"Take off your gown." He told me, and I tilted my head.

"Ever heard of snuggling?" He asked and I hummed, lifting my hips so I could pull my gown from under my ass before pulling it over my head.

He walked back to the bathroom, walking back to me completely naked and I was... wow.

"I have everything you've seen before." He teased getting in his bed beside me and I froze.

"Come here." He laid down, opening his arms.

I scooted to him, our bodies now intertwined, my leg over his hip, my face in his neck.

I took in his warmth, he smelt so good, his skin soft and slightly damp.

He pulled his head back, mine moving back as well.

He leaned down, pecking my lips.

My hand moved up and down his side, feeling each engravement of any scar or muscle.

"I have a very long day tomorrow. So if I come home in a bad mood, I will try my best to be good to you." He told me, one of his hands coming up and touching my face, his thumb grazing my lips.

"It's okay. You're allowed to be upset. If there's anyway I can help, let me know." I hugged him, loving the way our bodies fit together.

He kissed my hair, my eyes shutting.