Chapter 28 Riven #2
Her tits rise and fall in rhythm to her accelerated breathing.
Her eyes are on mine, and I hold her gaze while reaching my hand over to grab the corkscrew that’s sitting on the counter to my right.
I drag it along the island’s top and up onto her right thigh.
She stares down at it, an intrigued expression taking shape on her beautiful face.
I lightly drag the sharp end of the corkscrew up her thigh, watching as her eyes darken with the same intensity I saw in the forest that night.
She tracks the movement of it as I drag it over her shorts and hook it at the top, near the middle of her waistband.
I stop, and her eyes slowly lift to mine.
“Do you trust me?” I ask.
“Yes,” she whispers.
In one motion, I grab her waistband with my left hand and cut through her shorts with the corkscrew.
I toss the screw over my right shoulder and grab the remaining fabric, pulling it apart to free her thighs.
The flimsy material falls to the floor, and I finally take in the sight before my eyes.
I take a step back to admire all that she is.
“You’re so perfect, Sloane. The things I want to do to you. I …” She reaches forward and places a single finger over my lips.
“Shh. Less talking, more doing. If I remember correctly, you’re supposed to be begging.
” Fuck. She reaches down to grab the hem of my shirt and lifts it.
I grab the back of it and pull it the rest of the way off.
She places both her palms on my chest, running them down until she meets the waistband of my pants.
She hooks her fingers beneath them and pulls me into her.
Her eyes shift between mine as her tongue darts out and swipes over her lower lip.
“I want you to drag me into the darkness, Riven. I want to know every part of you.” Her words unleash something inside of me that’s been begging to be let out. I reach behind her and tug on her ponytail roughly, forcing her head back as I bring my mouth down to her ear.
“As you wish, darling.” I move my mouth down to her throat, kissing and sucking as I twist her hair in my hand to pin her there.
She whimpers and thrusts her hips up into mine.
My already hard cock is throbbing against my boxers as she presses into me.
A moan escapes from her as I trail kisses down her throat until I find her nipple.
I suck it into my mouth, hard, twirling my tongue over it.
“Riven, please,” she begs. I release her nipple to peer up at her through the loose strands of hair that have fallen over my eyes.
“So needy. Isn’t it me who’s supposed to be the one begging?
” I chuckle. She blushes, and the color creeps over her chest. I love the way she looks when her skin flushes just for me.
Fuck, it’s addicting. I want to see it over and over and over again.
I resume trailing kisses down her abdomen and then stop.
I don’t want to rush this. I kiss and suck, moving lower and lower until my mouth is centimeters from her glistening center.
“Sloane, you’re already so fucking wet for me.” I look up briefly to catch a glimpse of her rose-colored cheeks. I hook my hands beneath her thighs and pull her roughly to the edge of the island, eliciting a sharp inhale from her lips.
“Now, do consider this my offering for your forgiveness, because I’m about to feast on what’s mine.
” She swallows, watching my every move with a fierce desire.
I keep her gaze as I dart my tongue out and lay it flat against her clit, licking upward.
She throws her head back and moans, pushing her hips into me.
I chuckle, knowing the vibration of it will only add fuel to the fire.
“Sloane, did I teach you nothing last time? Eyes. On. Me. Or I stop. Got it?” She nods her head.
“Words,” I warn.
“I understand. Yes, please.” A maniacal grin pulls at the corner of my mouth as I bring my mouth back down again, this time sucking her clit into my mouth and tugging it lightly between my teeth.
I suck it back into my mouth and twirl my tongue around and around before bringing my hand to her entrance and inserting two fingers.
She groans, and I look up to make sure she’s still watching before I flip my fingers around, flicking upward to find that spot that I know will have her coming all over my hand.
“Riven … yes. I’m so close,” she pants as I continue working her toward oblivion. I can feel her tightening around my fingers, and I know she’s close.
“That’s it, darling, that’s it. Let me hear you scream my name. Come for me, Sloane.” My words are enough as she falls over the edge. I glance up to watch as the orgasm claims her.
“Riven, yes.” Her eyes never leave mine as she grinds out the remnants of her orgasm into my mouth. I lick down until my tongue dips inside of her, tasting what I’ve done to her.
“Fuck, Sloane. You taste so good. If I were in prison on death row, I’d ask for you as my last meal,” I pant, looking up at her as I stand.
She laughs, shaking her head like that’s the most absurd thing she’s ever heard.
Then, she surprises me again by hopping off the kitchen island, hooking her fingers beneath either side of the waistband of my pants and boxers, and dragging them down my legs. She drops to her knees before me.
My cock springs free, and she responds with an, “Oh my fuck!” She throws her hand over her mouth, leans back on her heels, and starts laughing like my cock is the punchline of the world’s funniest joke.
“Problem?” I ask, looking down at her with an arched brow and a sideways grin.
“Nope,” she says, peering up at me from beneath her lashes.
She fixes her gaze back down, scooting closer to me and coming up off her heels.
She inches forward until I can feel the warmth of her breath on me.
It sends chills down my spine, and I let out a low groan, watching her.
She sticks out her tongue and leans over, running it up the side of my cock at a pace that has me nearly grabbing the back of her head and impaling her on it.
I clench my fists and restrain myself, for now.
She moves up until she reaches the head, licking up the precum that’s glistening from the end.
Then, without ever using her hands, she takes me all the way to the back of her throat. Fuck.
I groan loudly because I was not expecting that.
“Fuck, Sloane, you are …” I can’t even finish my thought because now both of her hands have my balls in them and she’s squeezing.
She moves me in and out of her mouth with ease, flicking her tongue in all the right places.
She looks up at me through tear-soaked eyes, and I feel myself nearing release already.
“Sloane, I … fuck, you’re doing so …” I can barely speak as she groans around my cock, knowing exactly what she’s doing.
She takes me deeper, gagging on the length, and I feel the building sensation pulling me over before I’m falling.
She holds me to the back of her throat long enough to swallow and then releases my cock and lets it fall.
She looks up at me with her swollen lips and bright eyes.
Her cheeks are flushed, and she’s panting. She looks fucking perfect.
I fall to my knees before her and cup her face in my hands, looking back and forth between her eyes before pressing my mouth firmly to hers.
Her mouth opens up for me, and our tongues collide as muscle memory clicks into place.
It’s like she was made for me. I grab her ponytail and pull her hair free, letting it fall over her shoulders as I fist my hands in the loose strands.
I pull her toward me until she’s straddling me, the kiss turning wild and unraveled until we’re both panting for air.
“You’re gonna be the death of me, Sloane,” I say, breathless.
She laughs and runs her hands through my hair, tugging my head back as she says, “I forgive you, by the way.” A huge grin takes over her face, and I find myself wanting to frame it so that I can nail it to my wall and stare at it for an eternity.
I laugh. “Oh, do you now?” She lets go of my hair and runs her hands to the back of my neck, interlacing her fingers there. My hands find her as they trail down her silhouette, resting at her waist.
“Mhm. I think you’ve earned it.” She chuckles.
“Mmmm, what about a little extra credit?” I ask, cupping either of her ass cheeks as I stand up with her. She wraps her legs around my waist, laughing.
“Riven, what are you—”
“Oh, darling. You didn’t think I was finished, did you?
” I say against the shell of her ear, walking back over to the kitchen island and around to the side of it.
I sit her down and then place a hand on her chest, pushing until she’s lying flat against the countertop.
She goes to object, but I place a finger over my lips to shush her.
“No talking, or you don’t get dessert,” I say, moving around to the inside of the island where her drawers are. She pushes up onto her elbows and eyes me suspiciously, but obeys the order.
“Good girl,” I praise. Her mouth pops open before she quickly closes it and lays her head back down, turning to watch me.
I open up a couple of drawers until I find what I need.
She notices the object in my hand and squeezes her lips shut like it takes monumental effort not to speak.
She turns to face the ceiling, taking a couple of deep breaths and blowing them out slowly.
I chuckle, walking back over to the side of the counter.
“Do you trust me, Sloane?” I ask the same question that I did earlier, needing to know that I have her permission to do what I plan next.
She nods. Her chest moves up and down as her breathing escalates in anticipation of my next move.
I push her knees up until her feet are planted against the countertop.
I continue moving the object up her shin and up to the apex of her thigh.
She shivers, exhaling. She pushes up onto her elbows once again, tracking the movement of my hand as it nears her center.
I flip the object around and press it to her entrance, pausing to glance up at her.
I find her gaze already on mine before she looks down at the object and then back up again. I push it in slowly.