I lick a line up each side of his hard cock, lapping and nibbling on his velvety-soft flesh before I take him into my mouth and suck hard. His hands are gentle in my hair as he holds me to him while I show him how much I’m dying for him too. “Viv. I’m not going to last long, and I need to be inside you.”
He helps me to my feet, and I lean back against the sink as I bunch my dress up to my waist. I don’t care if it wrinkles. I need him inside me more than I need air to breathe. Removing his pants and boxers, he stalks toward me as he strokes his straining length. “I love you,” he says, wrapping one of my legs around his waist and pushing my lace panties to one side. He lines his cock up at my entrance. “And I wish I had all night to show you how much.”
“You’re here, Reeve.” I run my fingers through the stylish layer of stubble on his cheeks. “That’s all the proof I need.”
He slams into me in one powerful thrust, and I cry out as he fills me with his love. Our kisses are passionately frantic as we fuck with an edge that’s new. I sit up on the counter, so Reeve can pound into me harder, placing both my legs around his trim waist, rocking my hips forward to meet his thrusts. “Oh God, Reeve,” I pant, in between kisses, “you feel so freaking good.” My orgasm is building fast, my neglected body rejoicing in our reunion.
“Fuck, Viv. I want to stay buried inside you forever. This feels incredible.” Reeve holds my hips steady as he drives his cock into my pussy, plowing into me like he’s trying to embed himself so deep I never forget the feel of him as he lays claim to me in all the ways that count.
My climax consumes me without warning. I hit my peak and fall over the ledge, shaking and crying as I cling to him while wave after wave of pleasure rolls through me. Reeve grunts, shouting my name when he finds his own release, spilling his hot seed inside me.
“Wow,” I whisper, holding him tight as his head drops to my shoulder. “I think we needed that,” I add, grinning. Sex with Reeve has always been amazing, but that was something else.
“I love you,” he says before welding his lips to mine. This kiss is softer, sweeter, and I’m drowning in sensation as he worships my mouth, reassuring me of our love with every glide of his lips. Slowly, he pulls out of me, reluctantly breaking our kiss. “I would love nothing more than to spend my time balls deep inside you, but it’s prom, and I believe I promised you some dancing.” He stares adoringly at me, and my heart does cartwheels behind my rib cage.
“You did.” I’m smiling as I fix my panties and my dress while Reeve tucks himself back into his pants. “You look gorgeous,” I say, watching him through the mirror as I smooth my hair into place and tidy my makeup. His broad shoulders fit snugly in the tailored black Armani suit, and the red tie looks vibrant against his crisp white dress shirt.
“Stop stealing my lines,” he purrs, circling his arms around me from behind. “You are stunning, Vivien Grace. More beautiful than any mere mortal. You are a goddess among women.”
Reaching back, I run my fingers through the longer strands of his hair. “Thank you.” My eyes glisten with emotion as I twist around in his arms. “Thank you for being here. I can’t express how happy I am to see you.”
“I’m sorry our plans were ruined.” Lifting my hand to his mouth, he kisses my knuckles. “And I wish I could stay all night, but I had to beg the director to give me a few hours off.”
“I don’t care.” I place my hand on his chest, right over his heart. “I’ll take whatever time I can get with you.”
He dots kisses all over my face before his lips brush against mine. “I hate being separated from you.” He bundles me into his arms. “It’s the worst form of torture.”
“I know,” I admit against his chest. “It’s been killing me too.”
He rubs his nose against mine. “You’re my home, Viv,” he whispers.
“I know what you mean.” I softly cup his handsome face. “Everything feels right when you’re with me.”
He eases back, smiling as he takes my hand. “Then let’s make the most of our time, because it’s got to last us another month before I’m back home.” His gaze treks up and down my body. “Damn, Viv. You’re breathtaking, and that dress is exquisite.”
His words and his loving gaze paper over the cracks in my heart, and I’m dancing on air as we make our way into the ballroom and out onto the dance floor. Our classmates call out and reach for Reeve, but he has single-minded determination, and he stops for no one. Alex plonks Reeve’s crown on his head, and we grin at one another like lovesick fools as we dance. Reeve lavishes me with his undivided attention, twirling and spinning me around as we dance and laugh and revel in being back together. His lips don’t stray far from mine, and we cling to one another through the more romantic songs. It’s everything I had hoped prom would be and more.