Chapter Fifteen
Riley
Iheld my breath as I watched Annalise work on the knot holding up her dress, my heart pounding harder as the fabric sagged and slipped, revealing her skin inch by torturous inch.
Finally—thank fuck—finally, she let go. The shimmering pink silk fell to her waist baring her upper body.
She was as beautiful as I remembered. More beautiful because this time the sight of her was precious. After eleven years apart, nothing meant as much as her trust. Pink bloomed in her cheeks as she worked the zipper at her lower back.
With a shimmy to her hips, she pushed the dress all the way off. Yards of pink silk pooled around her feet, and Annalise stood before me in nothing more than a pair of blush lace panties and miles of shining blonde hair.
She looked down at herself and hooked her thumbs in the sides of her panties, then shot me a look through the curtain of her hair that was both teasing and shy. She didn't have anything to be shy about as far as I was concerned.
Everything about her was perfect. Long legs, gently toned with muscle, gorgeously rounded hips leading up to the most perfect pair of breasts I'd ever seen. Round and full, the perfect weight for my hands, tipped with rosy nipples drawn tight.
My mouth watered, and I was done with waiting.
Striding forward I leaned down, set my shoulder against her stomach and stood, tossing her over my back in a fireman's carry. She let out a sound that was both a laugh and a screech of surprise, then reached down to close her fingers over my ass and squeeze.
I'd always loved that about Annalise. She wasn't just hot in bed; she was fun. We’d laughed together as much as anything else.
I returned the favor, squeezing one globe of her perfect ass just before I slid my fingers between her legs and stroked her pussy. Her laughter cut off with a gasp and I worked my finger under the lace shielding her heat.
She was wet. I needed more.
Leaning down, I flipped her to her back and dropped her on the bed, stripping her panties off and stepping between her legs before she could get her bearings. She looked up at me, her eyes hot, laughter shaking her body.
Just the sight of her breasts jiggling along with her giggles made me hard as a fucking rock. I loved the way her breasts moved—when she was laughing, when I was fucking her, it didn't matter. However it happened, it worked for me.
"Don't move," I warned, stripping off my jacket and tossing it aside before going to work on my cufflinks.
"I could help you with that," she offered, squirming a little under my direct gaze. Her nipples were hard, and between her legs, I caught the gleam of moisture.
I shook my head. "You stay right there. If you had any idea how many times I've jacked off in the last decade thinking about you, naked and spread out for me…"
I shook my head again. Probably better if she didn't know.
"What was I doing? Just laying there, or something else? Was I doing this?" Annalise reached up and cupped her breasts, rolling her nipples. Her blue eyes went dark and her lids drooped.
My cock jerked in my pants, and I tugged harder at the buttons of my shirt, two of them popping off and bouncing on the carpet.
"Sometimes," I managed to say, tearing at my belt in frustration.
"What about this? Did I ever do this?" Annalise cocked up her left knee and let it fall open, baring her pussy. She slid one long finger between the pink of her lower lips, and it came away shining with moisture.
That was it. I shoved my suit pants down, toeing off my shoes, and lunged forward, grabbing her hand and sucking that shiny finger into my mouth.
Fuck, she tasted like heaven, salty and sweet.
I ran my tongue over her fingertip before I pulled her legs over my shoulders and dragged her to the edge of the bed.
I needed more of that taste. I needed my mouth on her.
Her fingers sank into my hair, and I raised my head.
"No, I'm busy," I said. Taking her wrists, I led her hands to her breasts, forming her palms around them, placing her fingers at her nipples.
She took my cue and went back to rolling them, tugging, her teeth sinking into her lower lip at the sensation.
"You do that," I ordered. "I'm going to do this. "
I dropped back between her legs, bracing my palms on her inner thighs, pushing them wide. She smelled as good as she tasted, her pussy already swollen with arousal. I ran my fingertips over her, stroking the springy golden hair. She rocked her hips up at me, urging me to touch her.
"Impatient," I whispered against her skin, my breath teasing her clit.
I flicked out my tongue to taste her, and she tensed, her gasp dissolving into a moan as I closed my mouth over her and sucked hard.
She cried out, and I glanced up to see her back arched, her hands gripping her breasts, fingers pinching her nipples.
My cock throbbed, jealous of my mouth. I drove my tongue inside her, the heat of her pussy scalding. I went back to her clit as my fingers took its place in her pussy, first one, then another, filling her, getting her ready.
She thrust hard on my fingers, taking them deep, and when I lifted my mouth, she rode my hand with abandon. I needed to watch her come. I drove my fingers in to the hilt and ground my palm against her swollen clit, rising over her to watch her face.
I needed to absorb every nuance as her eyes widened, her pupils dilated, and her lips fell open. She dragged in ragged breaths, her ribs rising and falling as she trembled below me.
"I want to watch you come," I whispered, my lips feathering against her cheek. "Are you going to come for me?"
The orgasm broke free with a strangled cry as her eyes went wide and blind. Her hands fell to her sides, and she stared at me, lids heavy, as I slowly drew my fingers from the clasping heat of her pussy.
"I feel like I've been waiting for that forever," I said.
"Me, too." Her words came out on a breath, barely audible.
I lifted my fingers to my mouth and licked them clean, watching as her breath hitched and her eyes widened.
"I'm going to do that again later," I promised, leaning over her, bracing my elbow on the bed as her legs came up around my hips, cradling me, opening for me. She fit me perfectly. She always had.
I meant to take her slowly. That was the plan.
But once I was inside her, once I felt her tight pussy close around me, I couldn't hold back.
I pulled out, my head spinning at the slide of that tight hot flesh and sank back in, dizzy with the sheer fucking pleasure of being inside Annalise again. I drove into her again and again.
Her fingers sank into my shoulders. Her legs twined around my waist, her heels digging into my ass, urging me to fuck her harder.
Her back arched as she lifted her breasts to my mouth and I closed my lips around one nipple, sucking hard.
She ran her hands down my back and up again, bucking beneath me, pulling her legs back to give me more.
Without warning, her fingers sank into my skin, and she cried out my name, "Riley, fuck, Riley. "
Her pussy tightened around my cock like a fist, and I fucked her harder, driving her higher, my own orgasm taking me by surprise, a white-hot rush blanking out my mind as I stiffened between her legs and spilled myself inside her.
I was barely aware enough to roll us over.
Annalise went limp on top of me, her legs splayed beside mine, her hand coming up to rest against mine, palm to palm.
Our fingers twined, our heart beats slowly calming, breath evening out.
She turned her head so her cheek rested against my chest, the flutter of her eyelashes a delicate caress.
My softening cock slipped from her body, cool air chilling my wet skin.
I realized with a shock that we'd forgotten a condom.
I'd never had sex without a condom. Not since Annalise. And not before. She was the only woman I’d ever fucked bare.
Maybe that was why I never stopped to think.
I had a box of condoms in my suitcase. Wishful thinking.
The second I'd seen her naked, I'd forgotten all about protection.
I felt safe assuming we were both clear of disease.
I knew I was, and Annalise hadn't slept with anyone in a while.
I shut down that train of thought, my stomach tightening at the knowledge that there'd been men since the last time we had been together.
I didn't have a right to be upset about that. My own sex life had been a lot more active than hers in the years we’d been apart.
But what about pregnancy? I turned the thought over in my mind, surprised that I didn't feel the slightest twinge of panic at the thought. If she were pregnant, we'd deal. She'd always talked about having kids.
All those years ago that had been the plan.
Finish school, get married, work for a while, and then settle down and start a family.
I doubted she’d changed her mind about family.
I'd seen how she was with Vance and Maggie's kid.
And if she were pregnant, she couldn't run. She'd never do that to a child.
I was just getting used to the idea when she shifted on top of me, propping herself up on her hands and looking down at me. I got distracted by the sway of her breasts, tightening my arm around her waist too late to keep her where she was.
Annalise slid from the bed and disappeared into the bathroom. Water ran in the sink for a minute before she reappeared, a warm wet washcloth in hand. She climbed onto the bed beside me and stretched out, hooking her leg over mine and stroking the washcloth over my cock cleaning me gently, slowly.
She didn't meet my eyes when she said, “We didn't use anything."
I swallowed, bracing and said carefully, "I know. I'm sorry. I've been tested recently. You don't have anything to worry about."