Reilly's Wildcard by Anne Rainey

When he reached her sweet center and began flicking his thumb back and forth over her clit, Lucy’s breath hitched. He plunged his finger into her pulsing heat, then kissed her gently on her parted mouth. “Mmm, so sweet.” Her hips began moving, arching into his hand as he fingered her.
    Reilly slid a single digit in and out of her opening. His cock ached to plunge deep. Her honeyed pussy was nothing short of paradise, and he craved it.
    “Oh God, Reilly, that feels so good. Please don’t stop.”
    “I have no intention of stopping. Ever.” Reilly slipped his finger out and spread her juices over her kiss-swollen lips. “I’ve missed your spicy flavor something fierce, woman.” He covered her mouth with his and slowly drifted his tongue over her bottom lip. As her body bowed, Reilly moved downward, tasting the skin of her neck first, then the ample softness of her breasts. She fit his mouth, his hands. This woman was made for him, and he devoured her.
    First licking and then sucking on her nipple, he luxuriated in her gasps and moans. Her hands fisted in his hair, pulling him closer. He toyed with one and then bit down on the other, giving equal attention to both beautiful tits. He could easily spend hours nibbling on her.
    “Do you know you drive me to the very brink of insanity?” he asked, wondering if she had any idea the effect she had on him.
    “It’s the same for me,” she whispered.
    Reilly lifted his head and stared at Lucy’s widespread thighs. She sat with her sex dripping wet, breasts red and glistening from the heat of his mouth. “So damn sexy,” he groaned and grasped her hips, pulling her to the very edge of the couch.
    He dipped his head between her legs and drank up her tangy juice. He kissed his way slowly upward and voraciously licked her nipples. Lucy groaned raggedly and arched into him, clutching at the cushion for support. He lapped at her clit and tongue-fucked her. Lucy slammed her hips against his face and cried out his name as her climax took hold of her. Reilly sipped at her pussy until he’d swallowed every last drop of her sweet honey.
    “Now, sweetheart,” Reilly demanded. He entered her in one smooth stroke. Lucy’s flesh molded to his shape. Her body was so hot, Reilly thought he’d go up in flames. He didn’t care; it’d be one hell of a way to go.
    “Fuck me faster,” Lucy whimpered, her need a live flame that burned Reilly from the inside out. He ached to pound into her. Fuck her hard, drive himself deep. But he was ever mindful of the baby she carried.
    “After the baby is born, then we can get crazy,” he promised. “For now, just let me make love to you, sweetheart.”
    A startled gasp escaped Lucy. “I’m such a terrible mother.”
    He reached up and cupped her breast as he slid gently in and out of her sweet pussy. “You will be a perfect mother to our child. I know it in my bones.” She appeared ready to protest, but Reilly hushed her. “Shh, just feel me inside you, Lucy. Only concentrate on the way we fit together. So perfect and right.”
    “Oh, Reilly. You make me want things. You make me want to forget my fears.”
    “Good, that’s the way it should be,” he replied. “I won’t let anything happen to you, sweetheart.”
    “Make love to me, then,” she murmured.
    He leaned near her ear and whispered, “Mm, yeah, that’s what I like to hear.” The only sounds in the room after that were of Lucy and Reilly touching and playing.
    He pushed into her gently at first, then built the pace by slow degrees. His hips thrust against hers as his arms caged her in. Deeper and rougher with each stroke, until their flesh seemed to meld together.
    Reilly leaned over her, covering her body with his, and pushed forward again and again. Her wet channel brought him to the stormy edge of pleasure. When she clenched one last time, they both came undone and flew apart. She sank her fingernails into his shoulders, and he curled his arms around her, holding