Chapter 18
RILEY
Her small, warm, clever fingers slip beneath the elastic of my underwear; my stomach curls in by itself, and then my breath catches when she wraps her hand around my cock. Her grin as she grips me is eager, playful, hot. She wants this. Wants me. Wants us.
"There is something I believe you should know about me," she murmurs, driving her fist down my shaft in a slow slide.
I arch, groaning, and find her eyes searching mine. "Wha—whazzat?” I mumble, dizzy and delirious at how incredible her touch feels.
"A hallmark of autism is hyperfixation. I believe I have mentioned this."
"Y-yeah," I stammer, arching again as she jacks my length a few times and then slips her hand down to cup my balls. "Fuck, that feels good."
She works my jeans down, her gaze never leaving mine. "In short, it merely means I become…obsessed, some might say. As a child, it was information. Knowledge. Languages, history, anatomy, medical procedures, things like that."
I kick free, and now I'm naked with her. She's caressing my cock, slowly and gently, affectionately, as if reacquainting herself with a long-lost friend. "Fuck, sweetheart, I love the way you touch me."
"As much as I love touching you, I wonder?
" She leans down and kisses my mouth, steals my breath with a slow swipe of her tongue, and then shatters me completely with a loose-gripped flutter of strokes around the head of my cock.
"I believe, Riley Crowe of Three Rivers, that I am becoming hyperfixated on sex with you—” here her voice hitches, and she pauses, swallows, and continues.
"You were all I could think of. That night in your truck bed.
Here in this bed. The things you made me feel. The things you taught me."
I groan as she switches from light fluttering touches to long strokes from tip to root, twisting in the way that makes me crazy. "Fuck! Fuck, baby." I grab her wrist and stop her. "Cadie, honey, you keep doing that, and I'm gonna come. Been a while, and that feels fuckin' amazing.”
She nips my earlobe. "I would be okay with that. You can be ready again in not very long, can you not?" Her grin curves against my cheek. "I want you. I need you."
"You have me, honey. And I…I want you and need you too. I want to make love with you." I let go of her wrist. "This happens the way you want it to, okay?"
She resumes stroking my length. Kisses me, all tongue from the jump, and I growl into her mouth, rake my hands down her back to snag a rough handful of her plump, taut, perfect ass.
This gets me a whimper, a squeeze of her hand around my throbbing cock.
My balls boil and ache at her touch, and fuck, it's been over a month since my dick has gotten any attention, even from my own hand.
I'm on the edge and it's been a matter of minutes. Maybe I should just let her—
Whatever thought was in my head is erased when she bites my lower lip harder than expected, drawing a shocked grunt from me—she then licks the offended lip, and draws it into her mouth.
Strokes my length. Cups my balls, squeezes gently, massages, kneads, rolls them in her palm until I'm writhing and groaning.
"There was one thing I dreamed of doing almost more than anything else," she whispers, her lips against my ear.
"What's that?" I gasp. "Show me."
She hums, a pleased, happy, aroused little sound as she watches herself pump my cock until precum leaks out of me.
Without warning, she slides down my body and takes me in her mouth, her eyes locked on my face.
Her strawberries-and-cream curls trail around her cheeks, obscure her mouth, and my cock.
I gather her hair on top of her head and hold it, growling my arousal.
"I dreamed of doing this to you," she whispers, her eyes on my cock, now. "I dreamed of it again and again. I made myself orgasm thinking of getting to do this again. I dreamed of the way you taste. The feel of you in my mouth. The way you sound when you come for me."
“Oh god…Cadie!”
She hums happily again, a tuneless little melody of joy, as if nothing could be better than this.
She wraps her lips around my cock again and slides her mouth down my shaft until I reach the back of her throat, and she backs away, only to drive back down again.
She shifts her weight to free both hands, and now she's straddling my legs and gripping my cock in both hands and stroking me and pumping me and sucking around the head, eagerly, greedily, vigorously.
She wants me to come—hard…now.
I have no choice but to give her what she wants—she draws it out of me.
I could no more stop it than I could lasso the sun.
One second I'm arched and gasping and writhing under her touch, growling and thrusting as she greedily sucks my cock, pumping my root with both hands.
And then the next second my vision goes white and my pulse roars in my ears and I can't even warn her before my orgasm detonates like an atomic bomb.
I hear myself roaring and cursing, and I have her head in my hands and I'm holding on for dear life as she sucks and sucks and sucks, swallowing gulp after gulp and pumping me for more and more and more, and I'm helplessly thrusting, or trying to.
When I think I can come no more, she lets me pop out of her mouth, but she's not done yet.
She keeps stroking me, pumping my length, rubbing her thumb over my tip and twisting and stroking, and another wave crests through me, making me spasm as she milks it out of me with soft caresses, and when the seed dribbles out of me, she licks that away, too, humming as if the taste of my cum is the sweetest of treats.
Even after I can come no more, she toys with me, curling up against my chest and dotting kisses to my chin, my jawline, my cheekbones, caressing my cock all the while, petting and playing with me as I go slack.
When I can function again, I find her eyes. "Jesus, Cadie."
She grins at me. "That was even better than I'd dreamed it would be."
I laugh. "For you or me?"
"Both, I would hope."
I kiss her, tasting myself on her breath—it only turns me on even more, and I roll into her, push her to her back, and kiss her and kiss her until she's panting and writhing, and I keep kissing her.
As I ravage her mouth with my tongue and steal her breath and nip her lips and suck on her tongue, I caress her breasts and her belly, flick her nipples until she whimpers, pinch them until she shrieks and then caress them with my thumbs.
Carve my hand over her belly and cup her pussy.
She arches as my hand covers her mound. "Oh, please, please, please, Riley. Please touch me. Please give me an orgasm, my love. Please."
"You don't need to beg, sweet girl," I whisper in her ear. “But I love it when you do."
She clasps the side of my face. "Riley!" It’s a gasp, a whimper. "Please—please touch me. I beg you. I need to feel your touch. I need you."
I slide a finger inside her and find her absolutely soaked, dripping with need.
I explore the hot, wet depths of her pussy with my finger, almost immediately adding a second—she’s that ready for me.
She gasps as my fingers slick inside her tight, wet pussy, and then her hands rake through my hair, grip my head.
And then, with wide mossy eyes drifting to mine, and away, and back to mine again, she none too subtly guides me down.
"I need your mouth, my love," she breathes. "I need your tongue."
I growl in anticipation, and then I have her clit in my mouth and she's arched and shrieking already, hands gripping my head and pulling me against her greedily.
I taste her, lush and sweet and fragrant and totally her—a flavor all her own, delicate and intoxicating.
I lap her seam, swipe my tongue up through her folds.
She whimpers, arches, and then her hips spasm with the first precursors of her orgasm.
A freshet of desire spurts through her folds, and I lap it away, greedily drinking the cream of her need.
She knots her fingers in my hair and grinds her pussy against my face, and I slick my fingers inside her tightness, feeling her channel squeeze me as she comes.
“RILEY!” She cries, arched and wracked and spasming. "Ohhh—oh my god oh my god!"
I eat her pussy and finger her through another wailed orgasm, and then she tugs me away. Pulls me up her body and wipes her palm over my face, grinning deliriously. "You have, my—um—"
I withdraw my fingers, slip them back inside her and gather her essence, draw it out and slip my fingers into my mouth and lick them clean while she watches.
"Riley," she murmurs. "I'm ready."
"You're sure?" I can't help asking.
"I told you." She reaches down and finds me hard for her, aroused at the taste of her, hardened at the way she writhes and cries out as I devour her sweetness.
"I've never been more sure of anything. Make love to me.
Please, Riley." She rolls over astride me, gripping me.
Bends over me, lips to my ear. "You said you love it when I beg? "
"Cadie—" It's all I get out.
"I'm begging you, Riley." Her voice is low and soft and sweet and eager. "Please, please make love to me. I do not wish to wait any longer. I cannot. I'll die if you do not make love to me. Please, I beg you."
I yank open my bedside drawer and find the unopened box of condoms. "I've had these in here since you left, hoping and praying we'd need them at some point when you came back to me.
I…I wasn't sure you would come back, sometimes.
But I…I hoped. And I…I hoped you would want me.
that you'd want this. So I got them." I hold her gaze.
"I have never been with anyone here. I've never had a woman in my home other than you.
Not in my home, not in my bed. Never. There is only you. "
She holds my eyes for longer than she ever has.
"I believe you. I trust you. I love you.
" She opens the box, removes a string and rips one free, puts the rest in the box and tosses the box onto the table.
"Will you allow me to put this on you, please?
It is something else I dreamed of quite frequently. "
"Anything you want," I breathe, even as my entire body is on fire, and I have to restrain myself with every last iota of willpower I possess.
It takes everything I have to keep still. To not take over. To not flip her to her back and drive inside her.
Instead, I grit my teeth and hold absolutely still as she tears open the condom wrapper and removes the latex ring.
She fiddles with it, determining which way it rolls.
Fits it to my cock, and then pauses, her eyes on me.
And then, grinning lopsidedly, her lower lip caught in her teeth, brows furrowed with wide, awed, innocent eyes, she rolls the condom onto me, hand over hand.
And now…she gnaws on her lip. Searches me. Hesitant, suddenly shy after such boldness. "Riley, I…I need you to…to show me how. I…I do not know what to do and I…"
I pull her down to me and claim her mouth in a soft kiss. "I've got you, sweetheart."
She slides off of me, rolls to her back beside me, gazing at me expectantly, trembling with anticipation. "I'm not frightened," she whispers. "I am nervous but not afraid."
"I'll be as gentle as I possibly can," I murmur. "I promise."
"I cannot wait to be yours," she breathes as we face each other on our sides. "And I cannot wait for you to be mine."
I slide closer to her, slip my hand beneath her head, curl my arm around her, caressing her shoulders, her back, fill my hand with the lush swell of her ass.
At my touch, she presses her hips against mine, and the pulsing iron rod that is my erection nudges her belly.
I feel her awareness of it in the way her breath hitches as her mouth finds mine, and then she writhes against me, finding that eager heat once more, that wild aggression, that bold assertiveness.
She slings her leg over mine, delves her tongue into my mouth and stabs her hands into my hair.
Whimpers as I slip my hand between our bodies and find her slit, draw a fingertip up her seam, and find her clit.
"Riley," she gasps. "Please, please, please. No more teasing. Make love to me. Make me yours. Please, my love."
I angle into her, and she willingly, eagerly tips to her back, taking me with her, hands soaring over my shoulders and back.
She welcomes me into the soft cradle of her thighs, my hips wedging them apart.
Her eager hands flatten against the small of my back, and then she cups my ass in her hands, grips it, digs her fingers into the fat, muscle, and flesh.
Her eyes are open wide, unblinking, fixed on my face.
I brace a hand in the pillow beside her, caress her breast, find her clit again and make her jump, gasp, flinching as her arousal pulses at my touch.
"I love you, Cadence Creswell," I say. "Now and forever."
Her eyes water, spill over, and I know they're tears of love, of joy. "Riley, my love. My love."
"Ready?"
"Yes." Her answer is simple and sure.
It's all I need.