And I push.
Her cry mixes with my breathing. I push inside her, I push against her body. I grab her breasts and hold them as I penetrate her again and again.
I feel her completely in my hands, I feel her running through my veins, my soul and my heart.
Riley is everywhere.
I let her merge into me as I continue to push inside her and take what she’s willing to give me. I rub her clit with my fingers and my name escapes her lips.
“Ian…”
“What?” I breathe on her neck.
“Don’t stop.”
“I wasn’t going to.”
I go on touching her and moving inside her with long, deep thrusts that make her arch her back towards me. I lift her up and hold her to my chest. I want to feel her skin, her heat, her shivering, her desire. On me.
Her body crushes against mine, her hips going against my thrusts, her pussy tightening around my cock.
Her. Mine.
“For me,” I pant on her skin.
I feel her quivering against my hand and I accelerate my movements until I feel my dick explode with pleasure as her screams melt together with mine.
I fall onto her, leaning on her sweaty back, still shaking from the orgasm that almost bent me in two. I lift myself slowly, keeping her pulled against me. I hug her to my body tightly to show her how desperate I am to have her next to me, always.
When she turns to look at me with her red cheeks and messed up hair. I feel overwhelmed with tenderness. I lift her and take her in my arms, bringing her back to my bed. I lay her down and I kiss her. Slowly, sweetly and desperately. Then, I pull away from her and caress her face. Riley bites her lip. And damn it, she shouldn’t have done that.
I suck it in my mouth instinctively between my teeth before letting it go.
“Stay here,” I tell her. “Don’t move.”
“Where are you going?”
“To make breakfast, and we’ll eat it here, in bed.”
She smiles cheekily. “I like eating in bed with you.”
I smile back.
“I like eating you.”
