Chapter 25 #2
She blushes at that, but the red on her cheeks doesn’t stop her from leaning down and kissing me fiercely. She slides her tongue into my mouth, battling mine for dominance. And then before I can establish control of the kiss, she’s pulling away.
“Okay, come on,” she says. “Hurry up and fuck me. Because I know you don’t want to be late for work.”
I give her ass cheek a sharp smack that makes her yelp and giggle. “You’ll need to get off me first.”
She rolls off me and onto her back, apparently eager to follow my directions. Sitting up, I take a good, long look at her before I make a move to get the strap-on. She smiles at me, her eyes full of joy and desire and love. And man, I still don’t know how I got this fucking lucky.
I force myself to get off the bed so I can go to my closet and grab everything I need from a shelf on top. That’s where I keep the box of sex toys that I don’t use as much as the trusty vibrator that lives in my nightstand. Or between the couch cushions.
It only takes me a minute, but when I turn back, I find Riley with her legs spread, the covers shoved all the way down to the end of the bed. And she’s playing with herself.
“Did I say you could touch what’s mine?” I ask.
“Fuck,” she whispers, squeezing her legs shut and squirming around her hand that’s still between them.
Pressing one knee on the bed, I take her hand away and place the back of it against the pillow. She doesn’t move, though her eyes are blown with lust. I grin at her like a predator toying with its prey. Being able to work her up like this is so much fun and hot as hell.
I hurry to arrange the pink dildo and the tiny clitoral vibe in the harness, then get it strapped around me. While Riley watches, her legs start to spread again as if in anticipation.
When I’ve got everything situated properly, I climb onto the bed, straddling her. Her hand twitches on the pillowcase like she wants to reach for me but stops herself. Her other hand is at her side. “Good girl,” I tell her, skimming my palm over her stomach. “But you can touch me if you want to.”
She says, “Yes,” and immediately reaches for me, pulling me down on top of her and kissing me.
It’s a little awkward for me to have the dildo sticking out from my body, but I adjust so that it’s not poking her in any uncomfortable places.
I bury one of my hands in her hair and use the other one to massage her breast. When I start plucking at her nipple, she moans into my mouth and grabs tightly at my waist.
“Was I too rough when I was pinching you before?” I ask, pulling away from the kiss.
“I like it when you’re rough with me,” she tells me, sounding a little breathless already. “And I like when you’re gentle. I like it all. Everything you do to me is perfect.”
There’s that word again. Everything. It makes my heart beat out a wild rhythm in my chest as I picture a whole future with her laid out in front of me.
I draw myself back to this moment and give her one more soft kiss. “Such a good answer, sweetheart.”
Sitting back up, I squeeze one of her thighs and hold it open for me while I bring my other hand to her pussy. I tease my fingers at her hole as my thumb rubs over her clit.
“Do it, come on,” she urges, thrusting her hips.
She’s wet enough that I can push two fingers into her easily. I start off slow, sliding them all the way in and out a few times. Then I pick up the pace, adding a third finger and fucking her harder, curling my fingers up inside her.
When she’s fully writhing on my hand and I’m satisfied she’s ready to take me, I pull my fingers out. I raise them up to my lips and lick them clean, savoring the taste of her. Of course even her pussy tastes sweet.
“Oh god,” she says, her eyes trained on my tongue.
“What? You taste good.” I wink at her, making her laugh.
“Will you please fuck me now?” she whines a moment later, her fingers scrabbling at my hips trying to push me forward.
“Well, since you asked so nicely.”
I place one hand against the front of her hipbone to hold her down and use my other to grip the dildo as I guide it into her. She throws her head back against the pillow and sighs in pleasure when I’m fully inside.
I leave the clitoral vibe off for now, because I don’t want to come too soon.
I want to focus on her first. I start with small thrusts, just moving a few inches in and out of her each time.
Then when she starts thrusting her hips to meet me, I give her more, pulling almost all the way out and slamming back in.
We build up to a faster pace, rocking together, and I only slow long enough to get the vibe turned on to its lowest setting.
The buzzing against my clit immediately makes my thighs start to tremble, but I stay in control, studying Riley’s face and movements to make sure she likes how I’m fucking her.
Once she’s moaning loudly and muttering obscenities, I grab the back of her thigh and push it up until her leg is closer to her head.
This angle allows me to go deeper, but it also makes it harder for her to meet my thrusts.
All she can do is lie there while I fuck her, and I enjoy the rush of control that gives me.
The incessant vibrations are going to make me come soon, even though I normally use a higher speed. So I double my efforts on getting her there before me. I bring my hand down to play with her clit, and I keep the angle of my thrusts that seems to be working best for her.
“Fuck, I’m close,” she says.
“Me too.”
Right when I say that, the waves of my orgasm start hitting me.
But I do my best to keep fucking her through it, not taking the pressure off her clit.
The disadvantage of using a dildo is that I don’t get to feel her muscles spasming around my fingers or tongue, but the way she’s gasping and shaking and frantically gripping at me lets me know she’s in the middle of coming too.
Intending to keep going until she tells me to stop, I thrust into her a few more times. Then suddenly, her entire body goes rigid, and I feel something wet hitting my thigh.
I still my hips, staring down at her in awe. Her eyes are squeezed shut and her mouth is dropped open, her chest rising and falling heavily. I turn off my vibrator and run a hand lightly up her side, waiting for her to look at me.
When her breathing settles down and she opens her eyes, I slowly pull out of her. Then I ask, “Did you just squirt?”
She throws an arm over her face with a groan. “Oh my god, that’s so embarrassing.”
“Hey.” I reach for her hand and gently pull it toward me so I can see her face. “What are you talking about? That was so fucking hot, sweetheart.”
She doesn’t look convinced, but she stops trying to look away from me. “It’s only happened to me like twice before. Sometimes I’ve felt like it was about to happen, but then either the guy would stop what he was doing, or I’d feel self-conscious and get all in my head, and it wouldn’t happen.”
“I’m glad you trusted me enough to let go,” I tell her, scooting backward on my knees so I have room to take the harness off. Noticing the wet spot on the bed, I add playfully, “Just remind me to put a towel down next time.”
She sits up and smacks my arm in response.
“I’m kidding,” I assure her with a smile. “I’m happy to have you soaking my sheets every day.”
“Then I hope you have lots of spare sheets.”
I laugh at that. “It’s called a washing machine, sweetheart.”
“Hush,” she says, but she’s laughing too. And with playfully sparkling eyes, she adds, “Go make me breakfast now.”
I mock-gasp. “So demanding.”
“I thought you liked it when I asked for what I wanted.”
“Oh, believe me, I do, Strawberry.” I’m proud of her for being able to ask for what she wants.
She’s different now from when I first met her, when she was trying so hard not to impose on anyone.
She seems more comfortable now. Freer and lighter, even.
And if I had anything to do with helping her get here, then I’m glad.
But I think a lot of it has to do with losing the weight of that guilt and shame she was carrying before, and the stress of having to play a certain role for the sake of her career and her fans.
I only hope she doesn’t come to regret her decision of giving some of that up so she can be fully herself.
Though I don’t think she will. I’ve seen enough of her talent and dedication to her music that I believe she’ll succeed in whatever she chooses to do next.
She’ll figure out a way to continue putting out music, and I’m sure people are going to connect with it.
I crawl up the bed until I’m beside her, so I can cradle her face and give her a slow kiss. “I love you,” I tell her, my lips brushing against hers.
“I love you too,” she says. Then she grins at me. “I wasn’t kidding about breakfast, though.”
Laughing, I pull her into me and hold her for a few moments.
Having her in my arms feels so right, and while my instinct is to not entirely trust that feeling, I’m choosing to do it anyway.
I’m not going to self-sabotage something this good just because of a shitty thing that happened to me in the past.
“All right, come on,” I tell her. “It’ll have to be something simple, and then I need to shower and get ready for work.” And change my sheets, but I’m not going to mention that.
She smiles at me. “Simple sounds perfect.”
Yeah, it really does.
Riley strolls into the kitchen while I’m cooking at the stove.
She’s freshly showered and wearing one of my T-shirts with a very tiny pair of white silk shorts that leave a hint of her ass cheeks hanging out.
Even though she has enough of her own shirts here, I can’t say I don’t appreciate the outfit.
In fact, I’d really like to fully appreciate it by peeling her out of it, but unfortunately, we don’t have time.
Coming up behind me, she wraps her arms around my waist and says, “That looks good.”