Riley
He lays me down on the bed, my body quivering, sweaty and excited. My clit is pulsing and inflamed, but ready to welcome him back.
He undoes the button on his jeans and slides them down his legs. His does the same with his underwear as I stand there, watching him, short of breath. I watch his muscles contract, the veins pop on the back of his hands, in his arms, his shoulders and his neck. I look at the tattoos that cover his side, his abs and the V-lines that run below it. He rests a knee on the mattress and comes dangerously close to me. His dark, burning eyes tell me he’s ready for me, and I, in my silence pregnant with desire, respond to his request, willing to let him have his way with me.
He bends over my body, resting an elbow next to my head while his hand runs over my curves. He comes towards my mouth and runs his tongue along my lips. I can still taste myself on him and, turned on by it, I open my legs instinctively.
He slides his tongue into my mouth taking everything with him - my breath, my fear, my insecurities and my pain. Ian takes it all, but I don’t feel empty.
This is exactly how I want to feel.
Desired. Wanted.
Loved.
His tongue is bossy and so are his kisses. So are the bites he gives me and his hands that run over me. Everything about him is screaming ‘you’re mine’, and just thinking about it, I feel the excitement growing in me like a wave lapping against my body.
Ian makes his way between my legs. He moves slowly, rubbing his cock against me. I grab his shoulders, ready to feel him inside me, but it doesn’t happen. He keeps moving on me sensually, overwhelming me with his body, his desire and his strength.
And yet I don’t feel crushed.
“Do you have any idea how I felt, Riley? Feeling you this way…God, I want to do it all over,” he pants against my skin as he slowly moves down to my breasts.
He circles my nipple with his tongue. He tickles it and then bites it. I arch my back, and once again reach for his hair. Another bite and I’m pulling on his hair again, invaded by pleasure. He takes me between his lips and looks dangerously at me.
“I want to know what you like,” he whispers seductively against my chest. “Tell me what you like, Riley,” he comes back up towards my face to capture my lips in a kiss and take my breath away.
Then he grabs my shoulders and squeezes, me then rolls over onto his back, pulling me on top of him. He runs his thumb along my lip, then speaks again.
“I’m here for you. Tell me what you want.”
He grabs me by the hips and sits me on top of his hard erection.
I let out a cry.
“Do you like it like this?”
I nod.
“You have to tell me, Riley. Do you want me to take you like this?” he says moving his hips against me.
“Yes,” I cry.
I feel him pushing inside me as I grab onto his body.
“God…” he says between his teeth, pulling me down onto him, hard.
“Now take everything you want, Riley.”
His request helps me let go, to ride him without inhibition. I move over him. Ian’s big hands caress the length of my back, glistening with sweat. He pauses on my butt cheeks, moving in a rhythm that allows me to set the tempo.
The feeling of having this power over him liberates me from every reservation I take his shoulders, inviting him to come closer to me.
“Is this how you want me, like this?” he asks me, embarrassing me. “It’s me, Riley. Don’t hide from me.” He tightens his grip on my bottom. “Look at me.”
It’s not a request.
“Don’t leave me.”
