Page 38 of Rear View

His stare took a lazy trip up my body, lingering over the V of my thighs. “You’re lookin’ good right now, Ryah. Real fuckin’ good.”

I smiled. His turn. I twisted my fingers into the material of his shirt and lifted, exposing the broad width of his shoulders, the thick muscles of his chest and the dips and valleys of his stomach.

“Lay back,” I told him, echoing his words from the other night.

He grinned and did as I said. I climbed up and straddled him, wanting him to feel the way I did. Like he was the only thing I saw. Because he was. Well, that and the frilly pink bedspread he occupied, which, bizarrely, only added to his hotness.

His hands found my hips and dug into the delicate flesh there. Angling forward, I set my lips to his jaw as I kissed my way down the corded muscles of his neck, and over his collarbone, then kept going until I lightly sank my teeth into his nipple.

His head fell back, and he hissed, his hard-on digging into me. I slid my palm between us and worked it over his jeans, and Jesus, he was big. Thick and long, and ohmygod !

My tongue flicked out as I tasted my way down, down, down. My thighs clenched and I tugged the button of his jeans, my nails grazing his abs when I unfastened them. His muscles tensed under me, the hollows and ridges there deepening. Biting my lip, I drew his zipper open, good and slow.

His black boxer briefs hugged his rigid shaft, which begged to be freed. I pulled the material back, and his cock lifted, pulsing and proud. I wrapped my grasp around the base, my fingers barely touching. My gaze rose to his and held as I stroked.

He grunted, his calloused hand diving into my hair before it locked around the strands at the base of my neck. “You want me to watch you fuck my cock with that pretty mouth?”

Sweet lord. The riot of pleasure that jolted my core almost had me coming right there. “Yes.”

“Say it, darlin’.”

A lust-filled tremble rolled through me. “I want you to watch.”

His answering smirk was pleased.

My mouth watered as I set the tip of my tongue to the base of his shaft and trailed an unhurried path up. His back arched and he sucked in a breath. Wrapping my lips over his crown, I opened wide and took him to the root, fighting not to gag when he hit the back of my throat.

He twisted my hair back, holding it in his grip. “Christ.”

I withdrew, then tasted that salty precum at the tip. His cock jumped. I did it again. His stare followed each languid move, and a wanton moan slipped from my throat before I filled it with his hard length again.

“You look real good with your mouth full like that, Ryah.”

The way he praised me had me so damn wet, and the grin he wore told me he knew it too. I gripped him, stroking in time with my movements as I rose and fell, working faster. Needing his release.

His hips rocked as he drove himself deeper. Over and over and over. “Fuck!” His jaw clenched, and his head angled back. “I’m gonna… fuck .”

I sucked harder.

He growled my name when he bucked into me once. Twice. His cum shot loose, flooding the back of my throat. I swallowed and swallowed again. His chest heaved with the roughness of his breaths until slowly, his movements eased, and his body grew slack.

“Christ, dream girl,” he said, his voice ragged as he grabbed me, dragging me up until my hips sat over his face.

I gasped as he lined my slit with his mouth.

“Now I’m fuckin’ hungry.” His hands landed on my ankles, then raked north until they stopped at the inside of my knees.

I loosed a sharp gasp when he spread them farther apart, sinking me down to him.

“Xavier,” I breathed.

“Hold on to the headboard,” he instructed, then tugged my thong aside. His arctic eyes turned savage with need as he grazed a finger over my wet pussy. “This all for me.”

For him. Because of him. I trailed my tongue along the back of my teeth and nodded.

“Say it out loud for me. I wanna hear it.”

“It’s for you.”

He growled. “You gonna ride my face now?”

“Yes.”

A slight nod. “Come on, then.”

I lowered myself the rest of the way, and his mouth hunted my clit. His teeth grazed it, nipping gently before he stroked it with his tongue. He dipped one of his fingers inside of me, then another a second later. They curled forward, hitting my G-spot.

The pants that broke from me were wild to the point of feral. I rocked my hips, grinding into him. A sheen of sweat slicked my skin and he groaned, his hand digging deeper into my ass. Encouraging me. His eyes held mine, greedy as he worked me and took his fill.

My body heated fast, a fire erupting along my core. The nerves there ignited, the orgasm hitting hard as I clenched around him. I screamed his name over and over as that ecstasy chased through me. He sucked and worked me until my rocking slowed, and I sagged forward, breathless and spent.

He shifted, banding his arms around my waist as he maneuvered us under the blankets and crushed me against his chest.

“So damn perfect,” he said, then pressed a kiss to my temple. “And mine. All fuckin’ mine.”

He was everything. He was there. And for the first time in forever, my life was good.