Grant slid two fingers inside her while his mouth continued its work, and Riley's back arched, a keening sound escaping her throat.
"That's it," he murmured. "Take what you need."
Riley was trembling now, her breathing ragged, right on the edge. Grant curled his fingers, finding that spot that made her see stars, and didn't let up.
"Grant, I'm—I'm going to—" Riley's voice broke.
"Let go," he said against her. "I've got you."
Riley shattered with a cry, her body tensing and releasing as pleasure crashed through her. Grant worked her through it, gentle and steady, until she collapsed back against the pillows, breathing hard.
"Wow," she breathed after a moment.
Grant kissed his way back up her body, grinning. "Yeah?"
"Yeah." Riley pulled him down for a kiss, tasting herself on his lips. "But I'm not done with you yet."
Grant's restraint, already hanging by a thread, snapped completely.
He stood just long enough to shed his jeans, then returned to the bed, settling between her thighs. Riley wrapped her legs around him, pulling him closer, and Grant groaned at the feel of her against him.
"I love you," Riley said, her hands cupping his face, her eyes clear and certain. "I'm staying. I'm yours."
"I'm yours too," Grant said. "Always have been."
He kissed her as he pressed inside, and Riley gasped, her fingers digging into his shoulders. Grant moved slowly at first, letting them both adjust to the intimacy of it—not just physical, but emotional. Real.
"Perfect." Riley's voice was shaky. "You feel perfect."
"So do you." Grant kissed her deeply, his hips moving in a slow, steady rhythm. "God, Riley, you feel incredible."
He meant to take his time, meant to savor every moment, but Riley had other ideas.
"Wait," she said breathlessly, her hands on his chest. "I want—can I?—"
"What do you want?" Grant stilled, watching her.
"I want to be on top." Riley's cheeks flushed, but her eyes were bold. "I want to ride you."
Grant's breath caught. "Yeah?"
"Yeah."
He rolled them over in one smooth motion, settling back against the pillows with Riley straddling him. She sat up, and Grant groaned at the sight of her—flushed and beautiful and his.
Riley took him in hand, guiding him back inside, and they both gasped as she sank down, taking him deep.
"Oh god," Riley breathed, her head falling back.
Grant's hands found her hips, steadying her. "Set the pace. Take what you want."
Riley started to move—slow at first, rolling her hips, finding what felt good. Grant watched her, transfixed by the way she looked like this—confident and sensual and completely uninhibited.
His hands roamed her body—her thighs, her waist, sliding up to cup her breasts. When his thumbs brushed over her nipples, Riley moaned, her pace quickening.
"You're so beautiful," Grant said, his voice rough. "God, Riley, look at you."
Riley's eyes opened, locking on his, and she picked up speed. Grant palmed her breasts, rolling her sensitive nipples between his fingers, and Riley cried out, her movements becoming more urgent.
