My little angel

His hands wandered all over her body.

"Reggie," she whispered his name softly, unable to fight urge to be with him. "We shouldn't do it." She said, but he grinned as he saw her eyes begging him to touch her.

"You don't have to do anything. Let me, Monica." He whispered, while he replaced hands with his lips. He worshiped her sore numb body with kisses. Every single touch made her forget the pain. Like he wanted to be the one to carry it and take it away from her.

She felt like drugged, like addicted to him in that moment. Maybe the last bits of adrenalin have caused this or simply just the fact, that she didn't want to be alone after everything, that happened. He filled her mind with him and only himself.

He was whispering her name in a silent voice, it seemed like he was almost singing it. Tender kisses showered her face, he kissed bruises, he kissed her wounds.

Monica unbuttoned his shirt and her hands found the way on his chest. His firm body, which she wished to absorp her in that moment.

He was barely touching her skin with his lips as he started to move down on her neck, she felt her body swallowed by burning heat and covered with goosebumps - what a paradox, she thought. His mouth stopped above her collarbones and he burried his face into the curve of her neck inhaling her scent. That intoxicating metallic smell of her aroused body escaping through her skin was telling him, that she wanted him just like he did.
He sucked her nipples with startling tenderness, slowly, sliding in and out in his mouth. Meanwhile his hand found the way on her hip, he followed curves of her body caressingly, like it was for the first time, like it should be for the last time. Like for this one night only.

Everytime he leaned to kiss her lips and looked into her eyes, she felt lost in his even more than before.

Hand on her side slipped down, caressing her and fluently moved even lower on her thigh opening her legs more and through her groin, he let his hand trail the path leading between her legs. That sweet spot already craving for his touch. Her silent moans drove him crazy, everytime he touched her, he felt her body shivering. His fingers met her pearl and she closed her eyes enjoying the moment to the last bit.

Slow steady circles. He stopped kissing her, instead of it he focused on her face and observed her expressions, the way her lips were shaking, the way her face got tensed from sudden waves pleasures. He slipped one finger inside her and slide with it few times inside her, then pulled it out.

"Open your mouth," he said softly and put his finger inside her mouth letting her taste herself.

"My brother was right, it's like in honeypot," he said before he leaned and his tongue sneaked in her mouth. His hand was placed between her legs again, he just laid it there, teasing her her with his palm, he was patient and he waited until she desperately started to move with her hips rubbing her slit against his hand.

First finger slipped into her and then second. Her back arched and she whimpered blissfully. His hand was joined with his lips as he moved down and started to kiss her over her inner thighs. And when he felt she got tighter, he slide out his fingers and replaced them with his tongue. Quick breaths, silent pleading Monica's velvet voice creating symphony together with sound of Reg eating her alive. Her wetness all around his lips, inside his mouth, his tongue inexorably hitting the spot inside her, that made her sob loudly. That made her to beg him to continue, to have her, to ravish her. She grabbed him by his hair, when she came and pressed her lap even closer to him, made him to dig even deeper during the blustering moments, when time stopped to exist and second seemed to last forever.

Monica opened her eyes, her chest lifting up and falling down in deep breaths and she saw Reggie moving on top of her. She stopped him, raising her upper body to sitting position and took off his shirt. He helped her to took down his pants and underwear.