Chapter 20
Riggs
By the time I’ve laid out all the details of my messy divorce and how Gretchen hated me by the end of our marriage, I’m exhausted. Zoe sits with her head on my shoulder, tracing circles on my chest with her fingertip.
“I could never hate you,” she insists a second time, kissing my neck.
I want to believe that, but Gretchen didn’t hate me at first either. “You say that now, but how will you feel in ten years when you missed out on the fun of being single in your twenties? This is the time for finding yourself, having sex with the wrong people, and partying with friends. It shouldn’t be wasted.”
She moves to straddle me where we sit on the edge of the bed. With her in only panties, my dick seeks entrance into her. I grip her hips to keep her from rocking. Now is not the time to turn things sexual.
She moves my hair off my forehead. “I don’t want to party. Hangovers suck. Sex is not something I want with the wrong person. I want it with you.” She kisses me softly before continuing. “Just because I’m young doesn’t mean I haven’t had to grow up quickly.”
“What do you want? I mean, really. What do you want for your life?”
“I want security. You provide that. When I’m with you, I feel like you see me. I want to know I’m not going to be left alone to dangle in the wind.” She leans forward, kissing the center of my chest. “I want you.”
“What if I fail you?” That’s my biggest fear. Zoe trusts me to take care of her, but what if I mess that up?
“Please, Riggs.”
Unable to resist her any longer, I lift her hips, reaching between us to adjust myself before setting her back down on my shaft as it rests against my stomach. She rolls her hip, moisture seeping through her thin panties and mixing with my precum to coat my cock.
“Promise me you won’t leave,” she whispers.
“Promise me you won’t hate me.”
She leans forward, kissing me. Her tongue slips past my lips, touching my own. I can’t believe I’m finally going to make every part of Zoe mine. If this is a dream, I never want to wake up.
I lie back, taking Zoe with me. She kisses down my neck and chest, smiling when she gets to my ribs where her name is almost healed. “I love seeing my name on your skin,” she says.
Moving my thumb, I trace the skin below the tattoo of my name on her side. “Ditto.” I open my mouth to tell her I love her, but I falter. The last woman I said those words to ended up telling me I’d ruined her life.
Zoe continues kissing down my body. I stop her when she gets to my cock and pull her back up so I can roll us over. There’s no way I’m wasting an orgasm on her mouth when I can bury myself inside her.
I still, hovering over her. “We probably should’ve discussed birth control.”
She frowns. “I’m not on any.”
“Then we’ll use condoms.” I move off her, going to my suitcase. I rummage around, finding the box I stuck in there just in case I got lucky on this trip, not that I really thought I’d need it. I hold up the condoms with a grin. “Jackpot,” I tease.
She giggles.
“God, I love that sound.” And I do. Nothing is better than Zoe’s happiness.
She flicks her tongue along her lower lip, growing serious as she looks me up and down. Her eyes settle on my cock, and she flares her nostrils, causing the tip of my dick to weep. She watches with interest as I roll the condom down the length of my cock.
This is it.
We’ve had a week of foreplay, and I’m raring to go, but I want to make Zoe’s first time perfect. I grip her ankles and tug, pulling her to the end of the bed. She squeals in delight at my sudden movements. Once her butt is at the very edge of the mattress, I drop to my knees in front of her. The shyness she showed the first time I had my face between her legs is long gone. She spreads her legs, allowing me full access to her pussy.
I lean forward and drag my tongue up the length of her slit before placing a kiss just beneath her belly button. “So fucking sweet,” I whisper, blowing air across the wet trail left by my tongue.
“Lick me,” she moans, grabbing my head and pulling me closer to her treasure.
I spread her lips with one hand and tease her entrance with a finger. She tightens around my finger when I suck her clit between my lips. I’m rewarded with a tangy burst of her excitement, wetting my tongue.
My cock bobs in anticipation as I worship her sweet pussy, readying her for me. I slide another finger inside her, loving the way she shakes as her orgasm overtakes her. As soon as she falls over the edge, I rise, placing my cock at her entrance.
“Look at me,” I command.
Her eyes pop open as I slowly feed her my dick. “Riggs. . .”
“I know.” And I do.
This is love.
Buried to the hilt, I hold myself up on my forearms, staring down into her eyes. I should tell her how I feel, but I can’t. Not like this. I don’t want her to think I’m saying it because we’re making love. When I tell her, it needs to be the perfect time. I need her to be sure she wants to be with me. I can’t say it if it will make her feel trapped.
I drop my head, placing my lips on hers. As we kiss, I rock my hips. Zoe feels like heaven. I keep my motions slow and measured, not wanting to cause her any discomfort or rush things. She meets each of my thrusts with one of her own.
We move together until my balls draw close to my body and flames lick the base of my spine. “I’m coming,” I gasp, pressing my hips into her, then stilling.
She grips me tight, holding me close. “That was amazing.”
“And it’ll only get better,” I promise.
How did I get so lucky?