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I lick my lips and slide my fingernails up his thigh.
Like earlier, Riley lets me touch and stroke him a few times, but then he stops me.
He kisses my palm. “Lie down.”
I do, my insides squirming with anticipation. Once I’m on my back, Riley hooks his hands under my knees and forces them up and apart. He kisses my lips and teases my breasts, flaming my desires. As soon as I’m panting and reaching for him, he lowers, kissing a trail down my stomach to between my legs.
He glances at me with a small smirk and then licks my core up to my clit.
I lose my breath and force my hips to stay on the bed.
“You taste like heaven, too.”
Holy shit.Riley is the sexiest man I’ve ever known.
He licks me again and sucks on my clit.
My head falls back onto the pillow, and my eyes close. I lose myself in the rhythm and feel of his tongue, moving in all the right ways.
He inserts fingers into me and groans. “You’re tight.”
I haven’t had sex in a while and Justice was nothing to brag about in terms of size.
Using his mouth and fingers, Riley treats me to more of his amazing talents.
Sweating, panting, and writhing, I can’t get enough. My core tightens, and I know I’m close. “Riley…I can’t stop…I’m going to…” I scream, my words cut off by an explosive orgasm that feels deeper and lasts longer than any I’ve known.
When I come down from the high and open my eyes, Riley lies on his side, staring down at me. “How’s your sugar now?”
I try to laugh but lack the energy. “How’s your sugar?”
He chuckles. “I’m good, baby.”
“Yes, you are.” I stretch, completely comfortable with my nakedness in his presence now. “You should warn a girl about your talents so she knows what she’s getting into.”
“And ruin all the fun as I watch her come undone?”
My thoughts race to the worst place possible—Riley doing this to other girls. I’m sure he has. You don’t get this skilled without practice. It’s ridiculous and selfish of me to want this to be ours only, but I do.
“Your brows are furrowed.” He touches the skin between them.
“Only poets and writers use the word furrowed. Are you hiding more talents from me?”
“Are you trying to change the subject?”
“No. I’m trying to repay you for your incredible skills.” Now isn’t the time to bring up other girls and my silly wishes.
I push him onto his back and lose myself in the saltiness of his skin as I kiss a trail to his erection. Slowly, I lick the fat head and slide my mouth over the length of him. It’s difficult to take him completely and I almost gag, but I don’t stop. I want this to be good for him.
With a moan, he relaxes onto the bed and his hands find my hair, tangling the strands as he whispers how good it feels, and how my lips and tongue are amazing.
Soon, he’s thrusting into my mouth, doing most of the work himself as he holds my head in place. It’s erotic as hell and nothing I’ve ever experienced before. He tries to pull out, murmuring, “I’m about to come.”
I push against him and let him finish in my mouth, swallowing every last bit of my reward for a job well done.
Riley rests his head on the pillow, his breath racing, his eyes closed.
I crawl to him and kiss his neck. “How do you feel?”