29. Rickie
Rickie
During high school my parents were briefly stationed in the United Kingdom, where their rental flat had a gas fireplace. You turned on the gas and tossed in a match, and it instantly lit with flames.
That’s how I feel whenever I touch Daphne. Yet I’ve tried to hold back the wave of need that rolls through my body whenever we’re together. She deserves a better man. One who’s less of a wreck.
Yet I’m the one she wants. And she’s so beautiful when she decides to let loose. The arch of her back as I kiss her. The hot look in her brown eyes asks for more.
And I’ve got more. I’ve got deep kisses and skin that sizzles as soon as it brushes against hers.
I’ve got clever hands, and a whole lot of hunger.
Daphne never believes me when I tell her how much I care for her.
She doesn’t trust it. But I’d give every last piece of myself to her, if she’d let me. Every damn drop.
Promises aren’t on her mind right now. Just sex. And I aim to deliver. Dropping my hips onto hers, I rest my cock in the cradle of her body, where she can’t miss my arousal or my crude intentions.
Even though it’s a hot night, she shivers beneath me, lifting her hips on a whimper. Upping the ante, I spread her legs with mine. Our next kiss is wild and deep. Her long legs tangle with mine, and her hands skim all over my skin in a way that’s more desperate than tender.
I love it. But God, I need to slow down. My body is tightly coiled with need. I run a hand down and up the smooth skin of her inner thigh, and I swear my fingertips are shaking as I delve between the petals of her body.
“Oh yes ,” she whimpers as my cock gives a helpless throb.
I take a deep, slow breath, and lower my mouth to her breast. I kiss her slowly there, even as her heart thuds against my cheek. “Sweetheart,” I rasp. “What are the odds there are condoms in your brother’s truck?”
“Who cares?” Her hands land in my hair and stroke. “We don’t need one.”
“You sure?”
“Promise,” she breathes. “Women’s reproductive health is my jam.”
Holy hell . I let out a choked laugh and give a silent prayer of thanks for my good fortune. My celibate streak no longer seems weird at all to me. Clearly I was waiting for Daphne Shipley.
The wait is over. So I rise up onto my elbows and reverently kiss both her breasts again. Then her neck, and the tender place beneath her ear.
Then I brace her in my arms. And, looking down into her serious brown eyes, I nudge her entrance with the head of my cock. We lock gazes as I slowly feed it to her, inch by slow inch, taking my time not because I have to, but because I don’t want to forget even a moment of this.
Her kiss-bitten lips fall open as she moans my name. And I realize I’m holding my breath, for good reason. I’m in a wet, tight heaven, with nothing between us. I can feel everything, and it’s almost too much to handle.
I draw a slow breath, feeling very much like a bomb that might suddenly go off.
“Rickie,” she whispers.
“Yes, gorgeous?”
Her eyes seem to find their focus. “I like you , too.”
“That is really good to hear.” My next kiss is soft and sweet. But that’s the only part of me that is. I have to move. And when I slowly roll my hips, we both groan. Daphne arches up to meet me, her cheeks flushed with pleasure.
If I can make this last more than a few minutes, it’ll be a damn miracle. Especially since she starts making heady little gasps every time I thrust. More. Yes. Harder .
I move slowly, drawing out each shift of my hips. I’m sure I’ve never concentrated so hard on anything else before in my life. I don’t want to miss a moment of this bliss. Soft lips caress my own, and long fingers grip my shoulders as I move.
Daphne strains upward against me, needing more. But the ground is hard beneath us, and I don’t want to bruise her. So I hook my arms around her and roll onto my back.
She looks down at me a moment later, a little dazed. But she wastes no time bracing her hands on the earth and beginning to ride me.
Sweat is dripping off me now. Everything is sweet, sweet heaven. Her steamy gaze holds mine as she moves.
And even if I fall off three more walls—head first—there’s still no way I could ever forget this perfect moment.
“Rickkkk,” Daphne breathes. Her forehead creases with effort, and she bites her lip. And a new wave of lust rolls through me as I watch the storm gather behind her eyes.
“Have at it, baby,” I whisper, trailing my fingertips down her body. “Love watching you ride me.” Then I drop my hand to the place where we’re joined.
On a high-pitched gasp, she turns her face away from me, catching her bottom lip in her teeth.
“Christ, you’re beautiful. Eyes over here,” I rasp, as my balls tighten dangerously. I lift a hand to her chin and turn her head, begging her to look at me.
When she does, I get a glimpse of everything she hides from the world. Her expression is pure fire, and pure need.
And I’m done for. “Look out,” I say, clamping my jaw together to stave off my climax. But it doesn’t work. I break like a seawall in a hurricane. My hips slam upward and I groan as it slams through me.
“Oh yes. Oh—” Daphne gasps.
I roll my hips again, and she slides down onto my chest with a moan and a blissed-out shiver. I clamp my arms around her and hold on tight, unwilling to let go of her yet. And she flops her head onto my shoulder with a tired sigh. “Holy macaroni,” she mutters.
I look up at the darkening sky and smile like the crazy man that I am.