I shake my head. “I’m not worried about it.”
Slowly, she scoots her way up the bed and lies down. I climb on beside her and my hands are on her body instantly, as if she’s got some kind of magnetic pull over me. I bury one hand in her wet hair, careful not to get my fingers tangled in it, and slide my other up the side of her ribcage.
We kiss until my lips feel swollen. I could be happy doing this for hours, really. Simply lying here, holding and kissing her. But I did bring her to my bedroom for more.
The first time I ate her out was rushed, and I was on my knees on the hard kitchen floor, so I wasn’t able to do my best work. Now that I’ve got her in a comfortable bed where I can spread her out for me, I intend to take my time with her. I want her trembling and gasping and delirious with pleasure.
I want to show her how desirable she is. Because even if a million strangers all over the world want her, that’s just celebrity worship. It’s only surface-level. I feel like she might need a reminder that she can show someone the real her, and it’s very possible they’ll want her even more for it.
I’m sure someone will even fall in love with her. Not with Riley Rowland, the famous country star. But withRiley.
Someone in the future, though.
Certainly not me.
With one final bite on her bottom lip, I tear my mouth away from hers and scoot myself farther down the bed. She props herself up on her elbows, watching me as I wrap my hands around her inner thighs and push them apart. I spend a few moments simply enjoying the delectable view of her naked body spread out for me like a feast. And then I dip my head down and take the first taste.
She gasps when I flatten my tongue and lick a stripe all the way up her pussy before flicking over her clit. It’s kind of adorable how she always seems surprised by everything I do to her, as if no one’s done these things to her before. Surely, some men have, but I don’t want to think about them. The random, faceless men, the other rich and privileged celebrities. I’ll let myself pretend that I’m the first person to give her pleasure like this.
It’s good for my ego.
I use my hands to rub and squeeze and massage her soft inner thighs while my mouth is busy eating her. I lick and suck on her leisurely, contented to draw this out. She reaches one hand down, placing it lightly on my head, and I moan my approval.
This must encourage her to be less reserved, because soon she’s holding my head down more forcefully with my mouth right on her clit. “Oh god, right there, yes, thank you!”
I let out a muffled laugh at the way she never fails to be polite.
I keep my attention focused on her clit even after she lets go of me, pointing my tongue and flicking against it over and over until she’s gasping and crying out my name. Then I suck the nub between my lips, varying the pressure from light to intense and back again.
Her thighs start to tremble beside my head, and I squeeze them tightly. Moving my hands around to cup her ass, I lift her a bit off themattress so that I have a better angle to slide my tongue inside her. I fuck her with my tongue, in and out, in and out, savoring the taste of her. I’m happy to completely bury my face in her pussy, forgoing the need to breathe.
“Please,” she begs. So sweet, so pretty, so polite.
I want to see her lose control.
Pulling away from her, I sit up and lean over so I can reach into my nightstand.
“What are you doing?” she asks, looking more than a little distraught since I stopped going down on her.
When I retrieve my favorite vibrator—the purple one that embarrassed the hell out of me the first time she was here—and hold it up, her eyes widen.
She doesn’t take her eyes off it as I bring it down between her legs. But when I hold it lightly against her clit and press the button to turn the vibrations on to the lowest setting, her eyes roll upward and her head falls back.
She’s no longer propped up to watch me. Now her head is on the pillow, long hair fanned out around her and starting to dry to its lighter red. I turn the vibrations up to the next level, and soon she’s writhing on the bed, clutching the blanket for dear life. Her legs try to close, but I use my free hand to keep her thigh pressed open.
“Is it too much?” I check.
“No!”
I chuckle and press the vibrator up to its highest setting.
“Oh fuck! Oh my god.”
“Not too much?” I ask again, because I know from alotof personal experience how intense this toy can be.
“I’m gonna come,” she says, which is a good enough answer.
I keep the pressure right in the same spot, and a few seconds later, her back arches wildly off the bed, and she’s yelling out, “Oh,fuckme!”
