Riley’s thighs squeeze my hips. I grab her ass and hike her closer, tighter, forcing her to feel my erection against her center.
The pipe in my jeans is pressing against my zipper painfully, and it’s only getting worse now that her gorgeous tits are at my eye level.
I lavish those rosy buds with my tongue, sucking, teasing, and gently scraping my teeth over them. At that, Riley sits up straight and lets out a high-pitched squeak of pleasure.
“Rowdy, you’re making me crazy,” she whines.
She wriggles on me, making me blind with need.
“I got you, Riley.”
I thumb the waistband of her leggings, and she knows what to do.
Riley leans back to give me complete access, and I snake my hand down the front of her leggings, inside her underwear.
Soft hair greets me there, and I think I’m gonna lose control in my jeans.
My fingers travel down until I find the top of her split. I need to make her come. Quickly, my middle finger finds its way into her heat.
“You’re so fucking wet for me, baby girl.”
I travel deeper, moving my fingers through her wet folds, finding her core, and slipping in my middle finger, just inside, just to the first knuckle.
I look up at her face, and she’s flushed and frantic.
I search out her lips with mine, pressing a soft, sensuous kiss to her mouth. “Relax.”
Her lips part, and her eyes soften as she gives in to the moment. I soak my hand in her sweetness, stroking and teasing until her hips begin to buck. My thumb strums her hard clit.
“Right there?”
She nods, following up with a heated, deep kiss.
“Feed me, Riley.”
She arches her back and lifts one breast, feeding it into my mouth.
I feast on her while my thumb strokes her clit with an increasing rhythm. I sink in a second finger, stroking her warm inner muscles.
Although I might lose control, it’s worth it to watch her like this. She bucks against my hand, and I fuck her until my fingers go numb.
Finally, Riley cries out, her body stiffening over me, her little muscles clamping around my digits deliciously.
She’s still in whole body spasms when she finds the strength to pull back and say, “I think I have some condoms in the bathroom.”
Her eyes are dazed; her face is flushed. And I have the feeling she’s a bit more than what she appears to be at first impression.
Underneath the precise bird paintings, the shy exterior, the rigid schedule, Riley is bursting to be wild and free.
She’s a caged spirit, and I’m definitely going to open that door as wide as I fucking can.
Chapter
Seven
Riley
The metal sound of his belt unbuckling echoes against the exposed brick as Rowdy makes his way to the bathroom.
