“Mmm.” He moans against me and the vibration shoots up my body and hits every nerve. His fingers slow their torture as he continues licking me, bringing me down slowly but not quite enough to ease the throbbing.

“Oh God. Reese, please.”

I knew that begging him to stop was of no use. Plus, did I really want him to stop? I’ve never had an orgasm from a guy’s mouth on me before and I knew my next one wasn’t far behind. I moan loudly and bite my lip as he glides one hand up my body, massaging my breast as he licks between my legs.

“You taste amazing. I could do this for days, love.”

I groan and arch away from the couch, his hands lifting my ass into the air. “Don’t stop.” My skin ignites and the fire that had been barely doused comes roaring back to life inside me. The only parts of my body touching the couch now are my shoulders and my head. Reese is supporting everything else as he moves his fingers quickly, slipping a third one inside and pushing with the perfect amount of pressure against my clit with his thumb. His mouth nibbles on the tender skin of my thigh and I cry out.

“Reese. OhmyGod.”

“Give it to me, Dylan,” he growls.

I come again and it’s even deeper than my last one. The leg that is hung over the couch is now resting on his other shoulder and I grip my thighs tight against his head. He sucks on my clit and rides out my orgasm with me, finally allowing me to touch back down after my trembling stops. Slipping my legs off his shoulders, he places them gently on the couch and this time, the cold leather feels welcoming on my now glistening skin.

“That was… that right there… was…” I have no words. No words have been invented to describe that. My breathing is so strained that I can barely speak even if I did have the words. I open my eyes and see him standing next to the couch, slowly pulling at his tie with his amused expression.

“Epic?”

I quickly swing my legs over the side and stand up, my wobbly orgasmic legs causing me to stumble against him and into his arms. “Jesus, you’ve rendered me crippled.”

“Lie back down. I’m nowhere near done with you, love.”

I slowly raise my eyes to his and lick my lips. “I figured, but I want to undress you.”

He arches an eyebrow and licks my arousal off his lips as he holds his arms out to me. I step out of my heels and drop down a few inches, the top of my head now falling just below his nose. Reaching up slowly, I pull at his tie and slide it off from around his collar, dropping it at my feet.

“I’ve been dying to see you naked. It’s all I’ve thought about,” I say as my fingers begin working at the buttons on his dress shirt. “You’re wearing way too many clothes for me.” I’m fumbling nervously, the anticipation of getting his clothes off causing me to fidget a bit but I don’t care. I focus in on my task.

“Yeah, I know the feeling. You look incredible, but I can’t wait to get you out of that.”

I glance up at him from under my lashes and part my lips, seeing his eyes on my chest. I haven’t thought about the fact that he hasn’t seen me naked yet. I’m still wearing everything I had put on earlier underneath my dress. Bringing one hand behind my back, I quickly unhook my bra while the other stays firmly planted on his chest. I slowly slide it down my arms and let it drop to the floor, hearing a soft moan escape him. My heavy breasts bob freely and tingle in the anticipation of his body on them. He brings his hands up and rakes them through his hair. “Problem?” I ask, continuing the unbuttoning of his shirt.

He shakes his head, his eyes lingering on my chest. “No, no problem. Those could never be a problem.”

I smile and push his shirt over his shoulders and down his arms, reaching quickly for the bottom of his T-shirt and pull it over his head. Holy shit. My breathing picks up as I run my hands over the sharp outline of his chest and down to his abs, tracing the lines of his six-pack. Or eight pack? Jesus. Never have I ever seen or touched a body like this. He’s hard and defined but his skin is smooth and it tenses as I graze over every inch of it.

“You’re so beautiful,” I say softly, licking my lips as I begin tugging at his belt. A soft laugh causes me to look up.

“Can I please be something a little more manly? Beautiful should only be reserved for you.” He brushes the back of his hands up my stomach and trails the underside of my breasts.

“Handsome then? Superbly handsome?” I smile up at him and he nods, the corner of his lips curling up.

His thumbs run over my erect nipples. Fuck the slow touching. I needed him now. My fingers spring to life and I unbutton and unzip him quickly, pushing his pants and boxers down and stagger back at the sight of his erection. Yup, just as massive as I remembered. A crazy thought enters my mind as he pulls his shoes and socks off, stepping out of his pants. Not crazy, fucking insane. But before I can think where the hell this thought came from, my mouth opens.

“I’m not sleeping with anybody else,” I say quickly, my eyes running over his naked body. His waist is narrow, the prominent V staring me right in the face. Long muscular legs run on for miles. Even his feet are perfect. Jesus, his body is deadly. I glance up at him and see his expression. He’s watching me, studying me. “I just, I know that this is just sex and nothing else, but I’m not going to be sleeping with anyone but you.” I’m talking so fast, I’m unsure if he’s catching any of what I’m saying. Where the fuck is this coming from? “I want to be monogamously casual, or casually monogamous. Fuck, is that even a saying? I don’t know. We don’t have to be. I mean, if you want to sleep with other women, then that’s fine. But if you don’t---”

“Dylan.”

“I’m sorry.” I cover my face and feel completely mortified but I don’t stop. It’s like word vomit at this point. “It’s just, I want to feel you. Just you. I’ve never done it without a condom before and I’m clean. I’ve only been with one other guy and we always used protection. And I’ve been on birth control for years.” Fucking hell I’m an idiot. “Christ, never mind. Forget I said anything. I’ll go grab a condom out of my purse.” I drop my hands and turn to walk towards the entryway where I dropped my purse in the heat of passion. His hand grips my wrist and stops me.

“Why are you so nervous all of a sudden? We’ve already had sex and you’ve had two orgasms tonight already. You should be completely relaxed with me.”

I look anywhere but his face. His chest is yearning to be touched, his broad shoulders, and his cut arms. I feel his hand on my chin as he lifts it to meet his eyes. “I don’t know, you’re naked.” I motion to the wonder that stands before me. His tight body is definitely making my brain scramble. “I’m having trouble thinking straight.”

He muffles his laugh. “Relax. I was sleeping with someone else up until the wedding, but I ended it. It wasn’t serious anyway. I don’t usually do serious.” Okay, that made sense. “I think monogamously casual is a saying, and if that’s what you want to be then that’s what we’ll be.” He pauses and I step closer to him, granting him access to my body. He snakes his arms around my waist and holds me against him, skin to skin. The sensation warms me instantly. “And I’ve always used condoms. Always. If this is what you want and you’re sure---”