My fingers tangle in his hair, and I widen my legs for him. When he slides up and circles his tongue against my clit, everything goes black.
“Yes, yes, yes…right there.”
Riley applies just the right amount of pressure to set me off, causing my body to shake and tremble.
“Oh my God…” I finally manage to say. My chest rises and falls as I catch my breath. I feel him smile against my thigh as he presses a kiss there.
“I can die a happy man now that I’ve felt you come against my tongue, sweetheart.” He towers over me, grinning. “You wanna taste?”
I’ve never had a man ask me that question before, but from Riley, it’s a no-brainer. “Yes.”
Putting part of his body weight on top of me, he leans down and slides his eager tongue between my swollen lips and groans when I arch my hips to meet his erection.
“Now let me taste your cock,” I say when he settles next to me.
“Fuck, babe. Don’t say things like that.” He slides his hand over my waist and pulls me closer, groaning at the friction. When I furrow my brows, he continues, “I don’t want to come in your mouth, and if your lips are anywhere near my cock, I won’t be able to control myself.”
“So never?” I pop a brow at him.
“No, not never, but not tonight.”
I nod in understanding. “Then you better fuck me soon because I’m dying.” I overexaggerate, groaning at the loss of him.
Riley grabs my thigh and wraps it over his hip. “Are you on birth control? I want to make love to my wife without a condom, so if you’re not, you better tell me now.”
I grind myself against him, his throbbing erection teasing my pussy through his boxers. “Yes, I have an IUD.”
“Thank fuck. I’ve always used a condom, but with you, sweetheart, I don’t want to.”
“I have too. Always,” I admit, though I’ve not had many sexual partners. “I don’t want to either.”
Riley rolls us until I’m underneath him, and he’s between my legs. “We’re really doing this, Zoey. Giving our marriage a real chance. You’re moving here.”
Yes. That’s exactly what I want.
I’ll figure it all out when I’m in Phoenix, but Riley is who I want regardless of what my parents think or say. Not wanting to ruin the moment, I promise myself I’ll tell him all my secrets tomorrow, then make plans to go home so I can tell my family and pack up my things. If he loves me like he says he does, then I know we’ll be able to work through anything.
“Yes,” I whisper, locking my ankles behind his back.
“Say those three words again, baby.” He buries his face into my hair, his mouth slides against my neck.
Smiling, I wrap my fingers around his arms. “I love you.”
He grinds against me. Sweet fucking torture.
“Again.”
“I love you, Riley.”
The sensation of his shorts rubbing against my clit as he positions himself between my legs sends an electric shock through me.
“I love you so fucking much, Zoey.”
He captures my mouth as we greedily taste each other, but it never feels like enough. Riley leans back, slides off his boxers, and strokes his length. I suck in my lips, then swallow as he rubs his cock through my arousal before slowly entering.
Finally.
I gasp when he pushes farther inside, my body adjusting to his size as I lift my hips. Wrapping my arms around my back, I unclip my bra and slide it off. The moment I do, he brings a hand to my breast and pinches my nipple. Riley’s other hand rubs my clit, and the sensation is like nothing I’ve experienced before. He jerks his hips, then grips my waist and pounds harder into me. Once he’s seated all the way in, my back flies off the bed at how deep he feels inside me.
“Fuck…” I mutter, moving to his rhythm and reaching for him.
“You feel so fuckin’ good, sweetheart.” He leans down, grabbing my hands and pinning them above my head as he thrusts harder. I lose all train of thought except how much I love this man. He’s way too good to be true. I never knew I could be this happy, which is scary, but I’m gambling it’ll work out the way it’s supposed to.
“Yes…yes…” I lock eyes with him as we both climb toward release.
“You’re close. Let go, baby.” He takes both of my wrists in one hand and slides his other down my body until it palms my breast, and he squeezes roughly. I love how he loves touching me, even the parts of me I’m insecure about. My breasts aren’t huge, never have been, and even though I’m thin, I was always insecure that I didn’t have the right curves in the places men seemed to like.