Page 66 of Riff

“It’s fine. Go back to sleep, V,” I said, praying she would, so I could sneak out of bed and handle the situation because it was uncomfortable as fuck, especially with her all cuddled up to me.

Vienna sucked in a deep breath. Then her hand was sliding from its position on my chest and teasing over my stomach, heading lower.

“Hey, no,” I said, catching her wrist. “I wasn’t asking for anything,” I said, giving her elbow a reassuring squeeze.

Honestly, we’d already gotten further than I thought we would so soon. As happy as I was about that, and as much as I was dying for more, I wanted to take things slowly, so we didn’t do anything that made her progress in therapy stall or, worse yet, regress.

“I know you weren’t,” she said, turning her face to press a sweet kiss to my chest, then pulling her wrist free and continuing her exploration lower.

Her finger moved out, sliding into the indent of the V that disappeared into the waistband of my pants, almost like she’d been dying to do just that for a long time.

Then her fingers were teasing along the skin above my waistband before she was sliding over the material, her palm gliding over my cock, making a low groan escape me.

Vienna’s head tilted, looking up at me, watching my reaction as she did it again, making my breath sigh out.

Emboldened by that, she rubbed her palm over the head. Once, twice, then over and over until my breath was coming in quick huffs and my fingers were digging into her hip.

Seeming to enjoy that reaction, her hand slipped up, then under my pants, grabbing my cock with her bare hand, making my hips jerk up into the sensation, craving the friction.

“Fuck,” I groaned as she started to stroke me. Slow at first, just enjoying watching me react, then faster as my desire grew.

My own hands didn’t stay still, sliding down from her hip to cup her ass, squeezing the flesh until I got a little mewling sound out of her.

Tentatively taking that as the desire for more, I let my hand drift between her thighs, finding her hot against my touch, then within minutes, wet through the material.

“Reid, please,” she begged, her own hips rocking much like mine were.

I didn’t need more encouragement than that.

My hand went up, sliding under her pants and panties, and stroking up her wet, needy pussy as she continued to stroke me.

When I felt no hesitation, my fingers slid inside of her, and a groan escaped me at the idea of someday feeling my cock inside of her like my fingers were right then.

On a strangled little whimper, she was suddenly moving, going up on her knees, but angling down. Like she was going to…

“V, you don’t have—“ I said as she yanked my pants out of her way.

“I want to,” she said, her voice a throaty sound. Like it was physically paining her not to have me in her mouth right then.

All thoughts flew out of my head a second later as I felt her lips close around me, sucking me into her warm, wet mouth, groaning around my cock as she slid down.

Fuck.

I saw white for a second.

And then I was grabbing at her too, roughly yanking her pants and panties down, waiting for her to lift up, so I could remove them fully, then reaching to pull her in position over me.

Grabbing her hips, I yanked her down until her pussy was just where I needed it.

Then my lips and tongue were on her as she worked me, her moans as I flicked and circled her clit vibrating around my cock as she sucked me off.

My fingers surged inside her pussy, feeling her walls tighten around me as I started to thrust, driving her toward that edge faster as she worked me there herself.

Within minutes, I groaned hard as she sucked me deep, sucking down my release as I came so hard that my vision blanked in and out for a second, my hips thrusting up into her mouth.

She was still riding my face, and I felt the way her pussy was clenching my fingers, knowing she was almost there herself.

So I sucked on her clit, and I felt her legs give out as a surprised, gasping moan escaped her and her body trembled, as her pussy pulsed around my fingers over and over.

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