Chapter 40 Rhiannon
Rhiannon
Iwake up on a gasp, my body already three steps ahead of me.
Robert’s lying between my legs, his hot mouth on my pussy. When I told him, under no uncertain terms, should he let me sleep if he woke up wanting another round after some rest, I wasn’t sure I actually expected him to really wake me up.
He was such a gentleman and made sure we had our boundaries clear.
He told me he would wake me up with any appendage of his body that wasn’t his dick, because unconscious people can’t consent.
I tried to tell him I didn’t mind if he was inside me when I woke up, but he insisted.
I guess he has a consent fetish. And I have to admit, it’s hot as hell.
He drags his tongue through my labia and flutters it against my clit, before drawing tiny circles.
He’s patient, deliberate, like he’s critically assessing every minute corner of my pussy.
Which would normally be fine. I can be patient.
I can. Except waking up with this rush of heat straight to my core has left me kind of… feral.
When I stab my fingers into his hair and scrape at his scalp, he moans against my body, sending tiny rippling vibrations through my muscles. Gripping his head against me makes him lick even faster, and it’s not long before I’m seeing stars and strings of curse words echo around the room.
His body shakes, and I know he’s chuckling between my legs, but I’m chasing this massive O that’s approaching like a breaker wave.
He slides two fingers inside me and curls them forward, making every nerve ending spark and waves of pleasure roll down my spine as I scream through the orgasm holding my body hostage.
Every muscle taut. Every breath ragged. And every thought is wiped clean except for him.
The bed’s soaked with my release, my muscles are so soft they feel like jelly, and my heart’s pounding so loudly I’m not sure I could even tell if there were other noises in the room.
What a fucking orgasm. I’ve never been made to feel like that before. Hell, I’ve never been able to make myself feel like that before.
Holy shit, I’ve been missing out.
I almost feel bad for my former best friend because George is never going to make her feel like this, and it’s a crying shame. I might actually cry.
Robert moves his tongue around my clit like he might be warming up for another brain-faltering, heart-stopping, body-stealing orgasm, but I’m not sure I can take it. I might die. So, I grip his hair and tug him upward.
He takes the hint, kissing his way up my body, stopping to pay close attention to my nipples, making me wriggle and writhe underneath him.
“Fuck.” My voice is a breathy whimper as another wave of heat pools between my thighs. I sound needy, desperate.
When he gets to my neck, I pull my head back, opening to give him more space. He’s kissing every single inch of skin he can find, and I’m not mad about it. By the time he finally captures my lips, I’m trembling with need, my skin’s on fire, and my pussy is begging for more attention.
I taste myself on his tongue. It’s a first for me.
I thought I might be weirded out by it, but it’s a strong aphrodisiac that carries me closer to the edge of unhinged.
My hips are bucking against his body of their own accord, which makes him chuckle again.
It’s a sound I love to hear, but it feels even nicer when our naked bodies are pressed up against each other.
He pulls back. “Happy birthday.”
Warmth spreads through my body as he reconnects our lips.
He’s smiling as I kiss him, and I part my legs to encourage him to hurry the fuck up and get inside me.
It’s sweet that he paused to wish me happy birthday, but I can’t wait any longer to have his cock inside my body.
“Hurry up.” I sound like a whiny bitch, but I don’t care. “Please, Robert. I need you inside me.”
On a pained moan, he slides deep inside my body, and my muscles relax in an instant. He starts to move. Slowly. Long, intentional strokes that make me shiver and clench around him.
Fucking hell, if every birthday started like this for the rest of my life, I wouldn’t be mad about it.
Oh shit.
I freeze. He stops dead. “What’s wrong?” His voice is a hushed whisper.
My mouth falls open, but nothing comes out. What the fuck do I say? I broke the rules, and now want you to fuck me after midnight for the rest of my birthdays? It’s a little much, right? My brain short-circuits while it tries to come up with something to say, but there’s nothing.
“Rhiannon?” He gives a nervous laugh. “Are you okay?” His voice is still a whisper, which makes me giggle because we’re the only people in the house.
I laugh again, and his forehead drops against my chin. “Can you at least let me in on the joke please? I’m starting to feel like I’m the butt of it.”
My heart sinks. Oh, no. Noooooo. “Rule twelve.”
A whoosh of breath from him warms my skin as his body relaxes. “Is that it?”
I nod. Somewhere over the last couple of months, I caught feelings for this man. And while I might have suspected, fought them, denied them even, lying here with his dick buried in me on my birthday, I can’t hide from them anymore.
“Welcome to the club.”
“What?” I screech. I move my head, but it catches against his, and we both recoil and hiss in pain. “Fuck! Sorry. But what?”
“In my defense, your rules were stupid. There’s no way I wasn’t going to develop feelings for you. Have you met you? You totally set me up to fail.” He sounds exasperated, like he’s trying to defend why he stole fresh baked biscuits from the counter.
He kisses me. “You were right there being all beautiful, and strong.” Another kiss. “I had no choice but to catch real feelings, Rhiannon.”
His words wrap themselves around my heart, and for reasons unbeknown to me, tears spring to my eyes.
“I’m just glad to hear you’re feeling something real between us too. I’ve been afraid to confess that your precious rules disintegrated into dust in case you beat me to death with your rugby boot. Those studs do some damage.”
That makes me laugh. “You make me sound so aggressive.”
It’s dark, but I can see the face he’s giving me in my head.
“Okay, fine. Yes. It would be like me to beat you to death with my rugby boot.” I shove his shoulder. “But if you’d opened your mouth and told me you were crossing the line, it might have made it easier for me too.”
He snorts. “Riiiiight. And who makes it easier for me?”
The man might have a point. Dad hates him, Taranis hates him, he thought I hated him, and his boss is pressuring him to write a story about me. The deck is kind of stacked against him.
I loop my hands behind his neck and pull his head toward mine until our noses touch. “So… we’re doing this? It’s a real thing? We’re giving this an official relationship title?”
He sighs. With his whole fucking body, this man sighs. “I didn’t want to have this discussion with my dick inside you, Rhiannon. But you clearly can’t shelve the topic long enough for me to make you scream my name as you come on my cock on your thirtieth birthday. So fine, let’s do this.”
He pushes himself up off me, but he’s still lying over me. The lamp clicks on, and he stares me dead in the eye. “Rhiannon Morrigan, will you be my girlfriend?”
The weight of his questioning stare makes my skin prickle with heat and my heart skip faster against my rib cage. His eyes are intense as he waits, sincere, hopeful. And a smile splits my face at how serious he looks. “I’d love to be your girlfriend.”
His body sags back onto mine. “Thank fuck for that. Now, can we get back to business, please?” He nudges my nose with his before he wiggles his brows. “I’m dying for the ride.”