Chapter Thirty-Three
Duncan
I was going to devour her. Kissing wasn't enough. Touching wasn't enough. I needed her naked. I wanted to sink inside her. I took off her jacket first, revealing her T-shirt that was tucked into a skirt.
"Why do you have so many things on?" I protested.
"Now you know how I feel when I want to get you naked," she murmured.
She worked on my buttons, while I threw her t-shirt to the side. I found the zipper of her skirt and yanked it down. She yelped, wobbling on her shoes.
"Keep those on," I said as the skirt pooled at her feet and she stepped out of it. "You're so fucking sexy."
Nodding, she opened my belt buckle. My pants and boxers went next while I finished undoing the last buttons of my shirt, throwing that out of the way too. I'd never been more desperate to get us naked.
Riley was my everything. She was my home.
I growled, looking her up and down. I liked that I was the only one who could see her in sexy lingerie.
I was going to be the only one in her life, forever.
The lace panties looked fucking exquisite on her.
I grabbed my cock and gave it a good squeeze.
And then I felt Riley's palm on the crown of my cock.
I let go of my erection, and she pumped her hand up and down.
I skimmed my hands over the sides of her body, wanting to touch her everywhere at the same time.
I pushed the strap of her bra to one side, kissing the place that it had covered before.
She arched her back as soon as my lips made contact with her heated skin.
Then I did the same with the other strap, so her bra was hanging loose.
Looking down, I could see her nipples brushing against the gaping fabric.
I undid the clasp at the back, and the bra dropped to the floor. I rubbed her nipples with my thumbs while kissing the side of her neck down to her shoulder. I felt her tension build up inside her body, her muscles tensing beneath my touch.
As she squeezed me with more force, I let out a guttural groan.
Desire tore through me, and I pulsed in her hand.
I moved mine down to her panties, pushing them down on one side.
She wiggled her ass, and they fell to her ankles.
Carefully, she stepped out of them too. I’d never tire of seeing her get naked for me, trusting me with her body and putting her pleasure in my hands.
With one hand, I was still working her breasts, and with the other, I drew large circles around her pussy. I wasn't touching her clit yet; I only wanted to tease her. The joke was on me, though, because when I felt how wet she was already, I nearly lost my mind.
"You're so damn wet."
"That’s what you do to me." She sounded surprised by her own words and her reaction to me.
I drank up everything she had to give me.
Because I sure as hell was giving her everything I had.
I grabbed my cock, swatting her hand away, then drew circles around her pussy with it, the same way I'd done before with my thumb, coating myself in her wetness.
I wanted to make sure she was more than ready.
Looking between us, I nudged her clit with the crown of my cock. She gasped. Then she braced herself, putting her palms on my shoulder.
"I've got you, babe," I said.
I gently pushed her ass against the vanity so she could rest on it, then drew the circles even quicker, pressing harder against her flesh as I zeroed in on her clit.
I was focusing on her pleasure and instinctively knew that she was close.
But I didn't know if I had enough self-control to wait for her to come before sliding inside her. This was too good.
Her body changed right before my eyes. She hunched her shoulders and gripped one breast. Her other palm was firmly on my shoulder, her nails digging into the skin.
"Let go, beautiful. I need to see you come apart."
She dropped her head back, moaning as her entire body spasmed with her climax.
I was too hungry to even wait for her to ride out her orgasm. I slid inside her, right to the base.
"Duncan," she gasped.
I stilled completely. How could this already feel so surreal? Her inner muscles pulsed, tight and deliciously wet around my cock. I could still feel her coming.
I pulled back and then moved in and out.
Fuck, I liked this angle; I could watch her perfectly.
But I didn't want to fuck her against the vanity.
The wood would keep poking her in the ass, and she wasn't going to be comfortable.
But I didn't pull out, not yet. I wanted to draw every drop of pleasure from her before that.
I touched her everywhere, kissing her shoulders and neck before capturing her mouth and pushing my tongue in and out. She kissed me back softly; in fact, her entire body was softening. I knew it was the exact moment when she'd finished riding out her orgasm. And the next one hadn’t formed yet.
Yes, there was going to be a next one.
I was always going to give her more than one orgasm. It was nothing less than what she deserved.
I pulled out of her, and she gasped.
"Come on, beautiful. You're not going to be comfortable against that."
She stepped in front of the bed, facing it. I stood behind her, inspecting her ass.
"See, you have marks here," I said, moving my hand over the dent right across her buttocks. My cock was between her thighs. I felt her grab it and rub it across her leg.
"Fuck," I exclaimed, then pushed her forward onto the bed. I slid inside her just as her knees hit the mattress and she dropped forward on all fours. I didn't have it in me anymore to prolong the foreplay. Being inside her was everything I wanted and needed right now.
"Duncan," she whispered.
Pulling out, I bent at the knees, adjusting the angle, then slid inside her once more. She groaned and bent down on the pillow. At first I thought she wanted to hide her screams in it, and I wanted to chastise her, but then I realized she simply wanted to rest her upper body on it.
I moved with precision, pulling back and then sliding in, going deeper every time. Our connection was stronger than ever before. I was part of her, and she was part of me. This woman was mine just as much as I was hers.
I watched my cock move in and out of her. She was pushing backward, too, slamming against me.
She looked over her shoulder and smiled. Her face was red, and her shoulders had hunched forward again. This was a telltale sign that pleasure was crawling through her already, lacing with tension, torturing her.
"Are you close?" I asked her.
"Yes, though I'm not even sure how that's possible." Her voice shook, her words coming out strangled. "Everything feels so intense."
"It's so damn good and special. Give me your hands and straighten up.”
"What?" But even though she didn't understand, she followed my command, straightening and rising onto her knees.
I plastered her body against my chest, which had the added advantage that I could touch her upper body too.
Like this, I could reach those gorgeous breasts and her clit, so I did just that.
I covered one breast with my palm, flicking her nipple, and then put my other hand over her clit, nudging it in the same way.
Her senses immediately kicked into overdrive. I felt it in the way her entire body tensed. Her groan was guttural and filled the room.
She was so tight that I could barely push in.
But I didn't relent. I knew this was going to be out-of-this-world good for both of us.
When she called out my name, squeezing me so tight that my vision blurred, I knew I wasn't going to last even a fraction of a second longer.
I worked her clit faster and faster, and I exploded seconds before she did.
I buried my head in her neck, but it was no use. Our groans were loud and unrestrained. I was certain the entire street could hear us.
She was shaking and breathing rapidly. Even after my orgasm, I didn't pull out of her; I just held her against me, making sure I was supporting her. Then she dropped her head onto my shoulder, tilting it so her cheek pressed against my clavicle. Her left hand was on my thigh, gripping it tightly.
"Duncan," she murmured.
"Let's lie down, Riley, so we can catch our breath."
We both simply collapsed next to each other on the mattress. She was smiling. Her face was completely flushed, her hair messed up. Had I gripped it before? Probably, though I couldn't remember.
In fact, I couldn't remember anything else, except that this woman and I belonged together.
Riley
After cleaning up, I came back to the bedroom, but Duncan wasn't there.
"Duncan?" I asked loudly.
"I'll be right back!”
I lay down on the bed, watching the door. It was so glorious to be here with him all alone.
He walked back to bed, to me, holding a bottle of wine and two glasses. I pouted. "Why did you put on your pants?"
He winked. "I had my reasons.”
“But my roommates won’t be back for a while, right?" I asked, sitting up on the bed.
"No. Don't worry about that. I bribed them well enough to spend the whole day out of the house."
"You have got to tell me what you did to make them wake up earlier than noon."
"I have to keep some secrets,” I said with a wink. “Who knows when I'll need them again?"
I stood on my knees on the bed, watching as he uncorked the bottle and then poured wine in the glasses, handing me one. I smelled it and knew already that this was one of the best wines I’d ever had. It smelled exquisite. He twirled his glass slowly.
"And Knox offered the bottle to you?”
“Yeah, but let’s not talk about him right now," Duncan said, shaking his head.
"Why not?" I asked.
"Because this is our moment."
I put my glass down, and so did he. Then I pressed both hands on his shoulders, kissing his chest. At least he left that unclothed. Thank heaven for small mercies.
"I want you naked again," I said.
He groaned, but before he could say anything else, I undid the button of his jeans and tugged them down. A thumping sound followed and then a metal one, as if a key had hit the floor.
"I think you had something in your pocket."
"Fuck," he exclaimed.
With a groan, he lowered himself to the floor.
"Sorry," I said.
"Don't worry about it."
Since when did he have keys in his back pocket?
He resurfaced a few seconds later. Only he wasn't holding a key. He had a ring. Then he changed positions so he wasn't just kneeling with both knees in front of the bed. He put one in front of him, and my heart nearly stopped, my breath catching in my throat.
"Riley, today was full of surprises. Some went the way I imagined.
Then some—" He paused, looking at the ring.
"—didn't. But I want to make you some promises.
One, that I'll get better at sharing my feelings.
And the second one, that I will make you very, very happy as my wife.
I love you with a fierceness I didn't know existed inside me. What we have together is incredible. I promise to value and cherish you for the rest of my life. Make sure you’re spoiled every day and that you will want for nothing. Will you marry me?"
"Yes, of course. I promise to love you forever, Duncan. To love and support you no matter what. And I promise to love Jeremy, too, and be the best mother figure I can.”
“You’re amazing, you know that? I love you so damn much for caring about him like you do.”
“I want to make his little soul happy even if it means talking you into camping trips,” I teased.
He scoffed. “Already siding with him more than me?”
“Nah, just on some things. I just… You and him, it’s more than I could ever dream of. Our little family. I’m so immensely happy,” I said as he slid on the ring.
Then he rose, putting one knee on the bed and moving toward the center of the mattress.
"And I promise I'll get better at surprises," he said, laughing.
I giggled, pointing at my new gorgeous ring. It was a huge, round diamond with several smaller ones around it. The band was platinum, and I couldn't stop looking at it.
"Oh, you're excellent at it," I assured him.
Then I pulled him toward me, and we both tumbled onto the mattress.