Chapter 19 #2
I nibble on his earlobe and then whisper to him. "Let go, Riley."
He shakes his head, snarling softly. "I…I can't. I'll hurt you."
"You will not." I push his face away far enough that he can look at me.
I give him my gaze, unflinching and honest. "I want everything you have to give me.
You feel incredible inside me, Riley. I want more.
I want you to be…I want to feel how badly you crave me, Riley.
I don't want your control or your concern.
I am strong. I will not break. I can take all of you.
Stop holding back, my love. Please. Take me how you need me. That is my desire."
He groans, long and low, thrusting slowly and gently, almost teasingly—the way he shakes tells me this is no tease, but torture for him.
This is where my inexperience is a hindrance. A woman with more knowledge of the sexual arts might know how to encourage him to relinquish control.
I lean up and kiss him, give him my tongue and demand he kiss my breath away, and I feel him respond, feel him thrust harder, faster.
How else can I fuel the fires of his desire?
How else can I strip away his control?
I slide my legs down around the back of his thighs and clutch at his backside and pull him against me—he gives a ragged growl, and responds exactly as I'd hoped: with a harder thrust that sends heat boiling through me, swelling the pressure of my nascent orgasm to a shuddering crescendo.
"Riley!” I cry. "Please, my love! More! More!”
I pull at him with my hands and legs and he obeys, thrusting harder, faster, setting a relentless rhythm, now.
"Fuck," he snarls, burying his face in my throat. "Cadie!"
"Riley! Yes!" I dig my fingers in his bottom and pull harder, squeezing, gripping, clawing. "More! I need more of you! I need you, Riley. Love me, please love me more."
He shifts his weight, punching one fist into the pillow at my left ear, and holds my eyes. "Sure you know what you're asking for, sweetheart? Cause it sounds like you're askin' me to fuck you harder."
"I am," I gasp, clawing my fingers into his backside. "I am asking that."
"Let me hear you say it, baby." He dips to kiss me, nips my lip.
"What shall I say?" I whisper back. "Give me the words and I shall say them."
"'Fuck me harder, baby,'" he growls, the words scorching directly into my ear. "'Fuck me, Riley.' That's what I want to hear you say. Beg me to fuck you."
There is no hesitation in me. The words emerge from my lips—I move my mouth against his ear. "Fuck me, Riley. Please, please, my love. Show me how it feels when you fuck me as hard as you want."
My heart pounds as I say this, thrilled and shocked and ecstatic—and free.
My soul is wide open, my heart wrapped around his. Fucking is dirty, I'd always thought—crass and crude and bad.
Now I know better: he can fuck me with love, and it is beautiful.
Riley shifts his weight again, leaning back to sit on his heels.
He lifts my left leg and drapes it over his shoulder, and then my right, and I feel so vulnerable like this, helpless to his will.
At first, he moves as slowly and gently as he has been this whole time, thrusting into me with exquisite gentility.
And at this angle, I feel him inside me differently, feel his cock in a new and exciting way.
I clutch the sheets at my sides and gaze up at him with my mouth hanging open, so fraught at the new and wild fullness, the way he strokes into me, sliding against my sex in ways that stoke my orgasm hotter and hotter.
I need to touch him—I grab at his forearms and cling to them as he thrusts faster, now.
He hunches over me and bends down to kiss me as I am curled up almost double beneath him, my knees crushing against my breasts as he drives into me.
I happen to glance down the length of our joined bodies, and cry out as I see his thick, hard cock glistening with my essence disappearing inside me, and for some reason, watching my sex swallow his cock is so arousing I nearly orgasm.
"Oh god, Cadie," he rumbles, breathless and ragged. "So fucking hot—you're so fucking sexy I can't stand it. Tell me I can fuck you, sweetheart. Please fuck tell me you want it harder."
I reach around the back of my thigh and find the slick, hot shaft of his cock with my fingers, find the taut, soft weight of his balls and caress him, stroke him as he slides inside me, cup his balls when he fills me to the hilt, and then trail my fingers along his shaft as he pulls out.
"Harder, my love," I whimper, "please, please, please, Riley, I need you. I want it harder. I want you to fuck me harder.”
He kneels tall, then, and my bottom is lifted off the mattress, and he fills me, withdraws, fills me, harder and faster.
He grips my bottom and squeezes, hard, and thrusts even harder.
He drives into me and our bodies meet with a loud slap of flesh cracking against flesh, his hips and belly smacking into my thighs and bottom.
"That feel good, sweetheart?" Riley demands.
"Oh yes, my love," I answer. “It feels perfect. Please, please don’t stop."
“You gonna come for me?"
"I…I think so."
He shifts closer to me and now my bottom meets the bed again, but he is pressed hard against my thighs and he leans over me, into me, against me, stretched out on the bed with his hands in the pillow and he thrusts faster and faster.
“Wrong answer," he growls. "Touch yourself, honey. Let me see those fingers on your pussy."
“My—" I gasp, even as I do as he commands, pressing my fingertips to my clit.
"Your sweet, hot, wet, tight, pretty little pussy," he whispers. "Can't get enough of this pussy."
"You say such dirty things, Riley," I breathe.
"Makes you hot, doesn't it?"
"Yes," I whimper. "I like it when you say those things to me."
"You want me to talk dirty to you, baby?"
"Please, yes."
"Then you gotta talk dirty back to me."
"I…I'll try."
"You love my cock, don't you?"
"Yes!" I gasp, as he thrusts harder, faster, slapping into my thighs with a sound like applause and my fingers swirl around my clit and send heat billowing through me, ratcheting the pressure behind my sex to unbearable new heights.
"Say it, baby. Tell me how much you love my cock."
“I love it, Riley. I love your cock."
He growls when I say this. "Fuck, that's hot. Your pretty little mouth, so sweet and so innocent, saying that shit—so fucking hot." He grunts as he thrusts, rough masculine greedy sounds, and now I hear a wet squelching as he drives into me. "I know you love my cock. You want it, don't you?"
"YES!" I cry. "I need it. I need more of your cock."
"You sucked my cock so fuckin’ good, baby," he murmurs. “You like doin’ that, too, don't you?"
"Oh god…yes!” I whimper. "I love sucking your cock so much! I…oh god, that feels so good, my love. Don't stop, please don't stop."
"You love having my cock in your mouth, don't you?"
"Yes!" I wail. "I do, I really, really do."
"You love swallowing my cum, don't you?”
"Yes!"
"You love taking it all like a good girl, don't you?"
With each new demand from Riley, arousal pulses hotter inside me, swelling and surging until I do not know how much more I can take, and yet I am still touching my clitoris and I am shaking and quaking and wailing as he pounds into me, and his powerful abs contract with each thrust, and I watch my pussy swallow his cock with greedy delight.
"Yes," I answer, when I have caught my breath. "I love how your semen tastes."
He huffs a laugh. "Cum, honey. Call it cum."
I blush at this, which I realize is ridiculous, after all the other filthy things I've said. "I love the taste of your cum, Riley Crowe."
He seems to lose himself, then, head hanging as he thrusts faster and faster. "Fuck, baby. Your pussy is so tight, Cadie—so fucking wet for me."
"It's you," I answer. “You make my pussy wet. It's wet for you, my love."
He feels me spasming, then, as my flying fingers stutter on my clitoris.
I feel my walls clench around him, and I know he feels it—he grunts as I squeeze him.
I exert control over my vaginal muscles, squeezing as hard as I can, and he bucks when I do so, fucking into me helplessly.
"I’ve never felt anything like this. It's never, ever been as good as this. Never."
I lose control as my orgasm detonates at long last. It is a nuclear explosion in my core, white-hot and furious, and there are no words for the intensity of it.
I can only scream a hoarse, ragged cry as he pounds into me, and I feel my pussy pulsing around him so tightly he growls, slowing his pace.
"Fuck, the way your pussy squeezes, baby. It’s so good, so damn good. ”
I clench. "Like this?" I gasp.
He arches with a brutally hard thrust that smashes the breath from my lungs and sends my orgasm to shattering new levels of ecstasy. "FUCK!"
I do it again, with the same response—I feel a new wave of orgasm break open in my belly as he thrusts into me, and then again, and again, and Riley is frantic, now, frenzied and wild and I cannot look away, dare not breathe or blink so as to not miss a single second of watching Riley finally relinquishing the last of his self-control.
My orgasm wrenches me to helplessness, and now all I can do is give myself to him, holding on to his forearms as he fucks me with absolute abandon, and it is the most beautiful thing I have ever felt, ever seen, ever known.
I cry out in shrill screams as he fucks me, a scream for each wild thrust, and now I feel his cock pulse inside me, and his massive, powerful muscles are sheened with a coat of sweat.
"RILEY!" I shriek.
His jaw drops open, and his eyes lock with mine and I refuse to look away, knowing his release is here. "Cadie! Cade—Cadence, oh god, oh fuck, ohgodohgod, baby, I…oh god. I love you, Cadence, fuck I love you!”
I reach between our bodies and find his balls as he pushes deep and I caress them as he thrusts deeper, lifting up and pushes closer so his thighs crush into my ass and he pushes deeper, grunting and groaning and growling and shaking all over, and then he throws his head back and shouts wordlessly, slamming deeper yet until he is as deep as my body will allow.
"Riley, look at me, my love. Look at me when you come."
His eyes snap open and he is on another plane of existence, utterly lost to his ecstasy, and I am still coming, or perhaps coming again as he finds his release inside me. "Cadence…my love, my love."
He withdraws, gasping, only to thrust into me again with a ragged, shaky exhale, his whole body trembling and sweating.
I slip my legs off of his shoulders and wrap them around his waist again, hugging him with my thighs, and pull his face to mine and kiss him until we're both panting and dizzied.
His arms shake as if he cannot support his weight any longer. His eyes are fraught, shimmering with emotion so intense words could not begin to express it all. "Cadie, I—I…”
"Come here," I whisper, pulling him down to my chest. "I know, my love. Me too."
He resists for a moment and then collapses onto me. I accept his weight eagerly, cradling him against my breasts, and I caress his scalp, his neck, his shoulders, his back, his bottom, everywhere my hands can reach as he lays upon me, gasping for breath.
"I'm crushing you," he murmurs. "But I can't move."
"You are not crushing me," I whisper. "I don't wish for you to go anywhere."
He lays in the cradle of my thighs, face pillowed on my breasts, his breathing slowing as I caress his beautiful, hard, powerful body. "I didn't know it could be like that," he whispers, after a time I do not even attempt to measure.
Hours, minutes? Who cares?
"Was that…" I trail off and try again to express the question on my mind. "For me, that was as close to heaven as one can get without dying, I think. I have never known such joy, Riley. I…I just…I can only hope I was able to please you as well as you have me."
"I'm fuckin’ shattered, honey," he mumbles. "Can’t even move."
And then, rousing himself with obvious effort, he rises to his elbows and gazes at me, tucking flyaway curls behind my ears. "I don't know the right words, Cadence. Saying that was the best sex of my life falls way fuckin' short. I swear I saw God."
I find a grin spreading across my face. "Truly?"
His eyes shimmer again. "You're…I…I didn't know it could be like that,” he repeats. “I really didn't. I didn't know I could feel so…" he shakes his head. “I dunno—one. With you. With anyone."
"'Therefore a man shall leave his father and his mother and hold fast to his wife, and they shall become one flesh.'" I quote. "I never understood what that meant until now. Not really."
He rolls to his back and wraps me in his arms; I lose him from inside me in the process, whimpering at the loss. I cling to him, tangle myself as tightly around him as I can, legs twined with his, arm across his waist, breasts against his ribs, cheek on his chest, hearing his heart pounding, still.
We drowse, then. I feel Riley drifting into sleep, and though I am wrenched utterly limp by our lovemaking, I cannot seem to join him in sleep.
I look out the window and see heavy gray clouds drifting across the sky, and then I watch fat, thick flakes of snow swirl, a few at first, and then more and more, until the air occludes with snow, wind driven and wild.
Already, I crave Riley again. Now that I know what it is to be loved by him, to be his, to have him inside me, I crave him. Yet when I twist to look up at him, I see his face cast into innocence by sleep, and I can only smile to myself, filled with a love beyond words.
A love I can only express with my body.
It seems I shall have to wait for him to wake up.
I do so impatiently, yet contentedly—aching and sore yet needing more.
Eager to learn.
Eager to take him inside me again.
I wonder if he understands what my being hyperfixated on lovemaking with him is going to mean.
Good thing he is a powerful, virile man. He will need every ounce of stamina he has to satiate the ravenous hunger for him I feel.