Chapter 14 #2
I’d spent too much of my life being told my preciseness was too much, my systems too rigid, my attention to detail overwhelmingly excessive. Yet here was this remarkable woman, looking at me like my differences were strengths, not flaws.
“Riley.”
She leaned closer, her eyes dropping to my mouth. “Yes?”
“I’m going to kiss you now.” I reached up to cup her cheek. “If that’s alright with you.”
“I was hoping you would.”
The first brush of her lips against mine was electric, sending heat cascading through my body.
She tasted like mint toothpaste and something uniquely her, something I’d been craving since our first kiss by the sorhox paddock.
This time, there was no hesitation, no holding back.
Her arms wound around my neck as she pressed herself against me, making a soft sound of approval when I deepened the kiss.
My hands found her waist, spanning it easily as I lifted her onto my lap. The weight of her, warm and perfect against me, made my head spin. She fit in my arms like she’d been made for me, her smaller frame nestling perfectly against my larger one.
“I’ve wanted this since I first saw you,” I said against her lips.
“Me too.” Her fingers tangled in my hair. “I tried to pretend I didn’t, but…”
“But?”
She pulled back enough to meet my gaze, her eyes dark with desire. “But I’m tired of denying myself what I want. Who I want.”
The words sent heat surging through me. I kissed her again, harder this time, letting her feel the full force of my desire. She responded with equal passion, her body arching against mine, her breathing turning ragged as my hands explored the curves hidden beneath my borrowed shirt.
“Tell me if this is too much,” I said, trailing kisses down her neck.
“It’s not enough.” She tugged at my shirt. “I want more, Dungar.”
I gently laid her back on the couch. She looked up at me, her hair spread across the cushions, her lips swollen from my kisses, and I’d never seen anything more beautiful in my life.
“You’re sure?” I needed her certainty before we went further.
“I’ve never been more sure of anything.” She reached for me. “Please.”
I lowered myself over her, careful to support my weight on my forearms. Even through our clothes, I could feel the heat of her, the softness of her body beneath mine. I kissed her deeply, thoroughly, wanting to memorize every detail of this moment.
Slowly, I worked my way down her body, pressing kisses against her throat, her collarbone, the swell of her breasts visible above the neckline of my shirt. Her hands clutched my shoulders, urging me on, her breathing shallow and quick.
“Can I take this off?” I tugged gently at the hem of the shirt.
She nodded, lifting her arms to help me. Seeing her revealed to me, all soft curves and smooth skin, made my breath catch. The golden flecks in her brown eyes caught the light as she watched me, her gaze a mixture of desire and vulnerability that made my heart squeeze in my chest.
“You’re beautiful,” I whispered, trailing my fingers across her stomach. “So beautiful it hurts to look at you.”
Color bloomed across her cheeks. “You make me feel special.”
I bent to kiss the curve of her breast, delighting in her sharp intake of breath. “Because you are. Every bit of you.”
My lips followed the path my hands had taken, exploring each dip and curve of her body with the same meticulous attention I gave to everything that mattered. And nothing had ever mattered more than Riley’s pleasure, her satisfaction, her happiness.
When I reached the waistband of her pants, I glanced up, seeking permission. She nodded, lifting her hips to help me slide the fabric down her legs.
“You don’t have to—” she began.
“I want to.” I settled between her thighs, pressing a kiss to the inside of her knee. “I want to taste you, to feel you come apart from my tongue. Please, Riley. Let me.”
Her eyes widened, and she bit her lip before nodding again.
I took my time, working my way up her inner thighs with gentle kisses and nips that made her squirm beneath me. When I finally reached her center, I paused, breathing her in, savoring the moment.
The first taste of her was better than I’d imagined, sweet and undeniably Riley.
I groaned against her, the vibration making her gasp and arch beneath me.
Her hands found my hair, her fingers tangling in the strands as I licked and sucked, discovering what made her moan, what made her thighs tremble against my shoulders.
“Dungar,” she breathed, her voice breaking. “That feels…”
I doubled my efforts, sliding one hand beneath her to lift her hips closer, flicking my tongue against her clit. Her responses guided me, from the catch in her breath when I found a particularly sensitive spot, to the way her fingers tightened in my hair when I increased the pressure.
When I slid one finger inside her, she cried out, her back arching off the couch. I added a second, surging them forward to find the spot that made her walls clench around me.
“I’m close,” she gasped. “So close.”
“Let go,” I said. “I’ve got you. Let go for me, breela.”
The orc endearment seemed to push her over the edge. She came with a cry, her body shuddering beneath me, her inner muscles pulsing around my fingers. I worked her through it, gentling my touch as the aftershocks rippled through her, not stopping until she tugged my hair.
I rested my cheek against her thigh, watching as she caught her breath, her chest rising and falling rapidly. Her skin glowed with a fine sheen of sweat, and her hair tangled around her face in a way that made her look wild and utterly mine.
“Come here,” she said, reaching for me.
I moved up her body, gathering her into my arms and settling her against my chest. She pressed lazy kisses to my jaw, my neck, wherever she could reach.
“That was…” She sighed contentedly. “I don’t even have words.”
“Good?” I asked, needing the confirmation.
She laughed, the sound vibrating through both of us. “Fishing for compliments, Sheriff?”
“Just making sure you’re satisfied.” I stroked her hair, savoring its silky texture.
“Very.” She snuggled closer. “Though I feel like I should reciprocate.”
“No need.” I kissed the top of her head. “Tonight was about you.”
I was so happy I could show her she was valued, desired, and cherished.
She deserved to be worshipped, and I was just the orc to do it.