Biting my lip, I nod. He positions himself at my entrance, and then, holding eye contact, he pushes deep with one blinding thrust. We moan in unison at the penetration. My head drives back into the pillow, and I squeeze my eyes shut, rendered momentarily breathless by the fantastic stretch.
“You’re squeezing me like a fucking vise, baby,” he grits out. “Pulsing around me so good.” His jaw flexes as he struggles to maintain control, allowing me the time I need to adjust—and Idoneed it. I hadn’t forgotten how large he is, but the initial sensation never fails to take my body by surprise. Tonight is no different.
It’s both pleasure and pain.
“So deep,” I whisper against his lips.
“That’s right, baby. A perfect fit,” he agrees as he starts to move, slowly retreating, then sliding back in to the hilt. He quickly finds a rhythm, thrusting into me, leaning up to take my mouth in a bruising kiss. I trace my hands over the tattoos along his rib cage, then up over his shoulders and down across his chest before coming to rest over the blank spot near his heart. We move together in a practiced way that is at once comforting and exhilarating. My body knows his, recognizes his in a way that should’ve faded after all these years apart, but never did. It’s skin on skin, sweaty bodies sliding together, and hot breath on my neck.
Abruptly, he pulls out, taking me by surprise and flipping me effortlessly. He grabs my hips, hiking me onto my kneesso my ass is in the air. Rising up behind me on the bed, he shoves in again, barely allowing me a moment to catch my breath. It’s the sweetest agony. I let out a whimper as he resumes thrusting, the new angle allowing him to hit that elusive G spot again.
“You make the sweetest noises, Sunshine,” he murmurs before stilling behind me. “I want to try something. Can you hold still for me?”
“I’m not doing anal,” I hiss.
“Not today,” he counters, but I hear the promise in his voice. If there were ever someone I’d be willing to explore it with, it’d be Riley. Still …
“Just relax, baby,” he encourages, running a soothing hand over my spine. And then he does something I never would have expected. He pulls back, and on the next surge, he slides a thick finger in alongside his cock, making the fit even tighter and causing me to grunt and writhe with the increased stretch.
“Oh fuck. Ohfuck,” he manages to grit out.
I catch my lip between my teeth, arching my back as he gives a few experimental pumps with his finger still inside me.
It’s too much.
It’sincredible.
He picks up the pace, giving me hard punches of his hips that drive me forward on the bed. The headboard shakes, threatening to hit the wall with each new snap, and belatedly, I worry the boys might hear. He doesn’t keep it up for long, though, seeminglyunable to handle the friction, the stimulation, for an extended period of time.
“Jesus,” he mutters under his breath, before removing his finger. He drops his head to my back, pressing a kiss there when I whine at the loss.
“You liked that?”
I nod, unable to speak. I really fucking did—who the hellamI?
“Good to know,” he murmurs before pulling out and flipping me once more, dropping me to the mattress on my back and re-taking his position between my legs. He grips my knees, shoving them wide, and thrusts in again.
My hands slide to his unfairly sculpted ass, pulling him closer, urging him deeper. Face to face once more, he slows everything down. Every move, every thrust, is made with intention. Slow rolls of his hips, long strokes that have me gasping. Riley kisses me sweetly—on the lips, the neck, behind my ear. He moves lower, sucking on my nipples and sending sweet jolts of pleasure to my center with each pull of his hot mouth. He reaches for my hands, threading our fingers together on the mattress. I get lost in his eyes, the way it feels like he’s seeing into the very core of my being. I feel stripped bare.
He moves inside me, holding my gaze, those silver eyes communicating a silent pledge. One he’s vocalized before and I’ve been hesitant to accept.I’m here now. I’m not going anywhere. I’m with you.
Eventually, his rhythm, the movement of his hips, begins to falter. He’s close, so am I.
“Riley,” I whisper urgently, tears welling in my eyes. I’m overcome with emotion … overstimulated and overwhelmed by the growing pressure low in my belly.
I know this one is going to be intense.
“It’s alright, Sunshine,” he encourages. “I’m right there with you. Let it happen.”
His features tighten with pleasure, and I know what he says to be true. He won’t let me go over this cliff alone. He won’t let me fall without him.
And Iamfalling, I realize as another wave of intense emotion washes over me. In more ways than one.
The orgasm hits, and it’s as expected: a deep, slow rolling wave of pleasure that curls my toes and sweeps me under. My mouth falls open in a silent cry. My body goes taut—muscles seizing, and my vision fading as the sensations overtake me.
Consumeme.
Through the haze, I hear Riley groan—a ragged sound that draws out the last waves of my ecstasy. He buries his face in my neck, his breath coming in ragged pants against my skin. I feel his cock jerk inside me as he comes undone, emptying himself into the condom. He avoids collapsing on top of me, barely catching himself on his elbows before rolling us until I’m draped across his chest in a boneless heap.
