She releases a sharp gasp when she finds herself in my arms while I stand.
"Tell me where your bedroom is,” I say harshly. “Now."
Her eyes widen, and she sputters out, "Down the hall to the right."
I take long strides toward the white door that's cracked open. I push it with my foot, causing it to slam against the wall and bounce back. Her four-post bed sits in the middle of the room against the wall.
The neatly made bed, with light green sheets, catches my eye as I walk toward it, tossing her onto it. I grab the back of my shirt, yank it off, and toss it onto the floor. She lifts herself up onto her elbows before pushing herself back onto the bed.
I waste no time joining, hovering above her as her chest rises and falls with excitement. I wish I could read her mind. Is she thinking what I’m thinking? That this is happening, after all these years of glancing at each other, pretending we don’t want one another.
Pressing my lips onto hers, I grind against her, our jeans causing friction between us. I crawl down, kissing her sternum,her stomach, and her navel. All the way until my knees are on the floor.
“Have you dreamt about this, Riley? Me on my knees for you?”
Her throat bobs and she’s lost for words, but I need to hear her voice, I need her to tell me what she wants.
“What do you want, Riley? Tell me.” I wait patiently, piercing her with my gaze, but I grit my teeth, and my finger trails along the button on her jeans. I’ve been waiting for this, too. It takes everything in me to push down my impatience. “Use your words. Tell me what you want.”
“I…” She peers at my hand on her jeans, then up to me. “I want to feel your lips on me. I want you to take off my jeans and?—”
“And kiss your beautiful pussy that I’m sure is soaked right now.” I move my fingers down from her button to where her clit is under her jeans.
She bites down on her lip and moans.
“When’s the last time you’ve been with someone?” I hate having to ask this, wishing that no one had touched her before, but she’s a beautiful woman.
I watch her throat bob, and she looks away before answering. “Six months ago.”
I make no comment, no surprised facial expression, but I’m happy.
“And you?” she asks evenly.
I huff out a laugh as I work my fingers unbuttoning her jeans and zipper. “Would you believe me if I said a year?”
“A year?” She lifts onto her elbows with shock written all over her face. “How the hell did you go a year?”
“Do you really want me to explain my sex life to you right now?” I slide her jeans off, and she lifts her hips forme.
Her underwear matches her bra. Did she wear this just for me?
"You're fucking perfect," I whisper.
I roam over her body. The peach fuzz near her belly button. Her toned thighs. There's a small birthmark on her hip bone that looks too perfect not to taste. I kiss it and linger there for a moment before moving down her inner thigh.
I keep my eyes on her. Her stomach dips when I drag the tip of my tongue from below her belly button and down to the fabric of her underwear. My teeth grab onto the lace, and I pull down, teasingly.
She drops herself onto the bed and lets out a frustrated moan.
“Shit.” My fingers run down her clit over the fabric. “You’re soaked through the fabric.” I tug her underwear to the side, torturing myself while I slowly do it. I get off on this. Then I take all her in. The strip of hair that runs down toward her clit is glistening, calling out for me.
I kiss the inside of her thigh, and she rocks her hips, groaning. I press my hard length into her bed, still straining against my zipper, wanting any type of friction while I finally give in to what we both want. I kiss her clit, swiping it with the tip of my tongue, just for a taste.
"You taste delicious," I rasp.
I brace my hands on the bed, Riley lying between them. Her pussy is fucking gorgeous, and its mine. My lips cover every part of her, then my tongue finds her entrance. I’m desperate for another taste.
"What is taking you—"Riley starts but doesn't finish.
