Page 35 of The Next Chapters

It was a thought she’d had often over the last eight years of being with Gianna, and it echoed so strongly in her mind right now as Gianna’s mouth was on hers as they stumbled into their bedroom, the door slamming into the wall behind it.

“Good thing the girls are staying with Ellie and Mia tonight,” Gianna murmured into Riley’s mouth.

She laughed against Gianna’s lips, breathless with the neediness that surged through her. The hunger that had taken hold inside of her when they’d been at their reunion.

It wasn’t like she wanted Gianna to be jealous because – as Riley had said – she really had nothing to be jealous of. Gianna was all Riley could see.

But she would call anyone under the sun a liar if the knowledge that Gianna wanted them and only them, with a burning and undying intensity, didn’t instantly arouse them.

With that thought, she pulled her lips from Gianna’s, trailing them over her perfectly defined jaw, following the sharp definition there.

“What did you want?” She rasped into Gianna’s ear, nipping her teeth against her earlobe as she felt Gianna’s fingernails dig into her back through her dress.

“I want you,” Gianna breathed, trying to follow Riley’s lips and kiss her.

She pulled away with no small amount of regret.

But right now, on the heels of their reunion, that wasn’t what this was about.

“No.” Riley’s voice was so throaty, she could hear her own want reflected in it.

She waited for Gianna to blink her eyes open, looking at her with those blue eyes so dark and wanting it made Riley throb.

Granted, she’d been wet and aching since Gianna had pushed her down on the couch and straddled her at their amla mater an hour ago.

“What did you want?” She asked, stressing the tense. “I want to know what you wanted from me in college.”

Gianna’s lips parted on the sexiest sigh, tying Riley up inside.

She slid her hands down, stroking the soft, exposed skin of Gianna’s thighs as she spoke, “I know how much you’d thought about me in college. I know that you wanted me.”

Over the years, Gianna had clearly expressed those desires to her. How long she’d wanted her, the many thoughts she’d had. Mostly revolving around going down on Riley, as that was what Riley most often said was her favorite thing.

And Gianna had gotten to act on that desire many, many times. All of the time.

“This – right now – isn’t about what you’d fantasized about doing to me.” She slid her hands under the sinfully short hem of Gianna’s dress, so she could squeeze her perfect ass, biting her lip at the feel in her hand. At the way Gianna’s ragged exhale turned up the heat inside of her.

“I want to know what, exactly, you’d wanted me to do to you.” She stared up at her wife, both of them breathing unevenly, as Riley felt like they were standing on a precipice.

One small step, and she’d be pushed completely over. But she was holding on.

“I wanted you to take me,” Gianna breathed, dark eyes staring into Riley’s. Intense and needy, and Riley shuddered at the look alone. “I wanted to know what it was like to be completely and totally owned by you. I wanted to feel you everywhere, to feel the echoes of your touch for days.”

Riley couldn’t bite back the whimper that escaped her. She trailed her fingers up Gianna’s back, taking hold of the zipper and tugging it down. Gianna’s stare remained on her, needy and intense, and Riley didn’t even think her wife was aware of Riley undoing her dress.

Something about that made the flames she felt burn even brighter.

“I wanted your tongue on me, your fingers inside of me. I wanted you to fuck me with a strap-on, so I could feel you so deeply inside of me,” Gianna continued, flexing her hands where they remained on Riley’s shoulders. Her fingernails bit into her skin, and Riley arched closer.

“I just wanted you to be so consumed by wanting me, the way I had been consumed by wanting you. I wanted you to feel the same fire. I wanted to feel like you were driven so completely mad from the desire to have me out of my mind with pleasure, the way I felt that for you.” There was a moan in Gianna’s voice as she finished, as if she could barely speak comprehensively about what she wanted.

The thing was, Riley did feel that way. She felt it right now, building inside of her with every word Gianna had spoken.

She mirrored Gianna’s position from earlier when Gianna had pushed her down against the couch. With her hands on Gianna’s hips, she led Gianna backward until her knees hit the bed, and she fell backward. Gracefully, the way Gianna did everything. As if she’d intended to fall the entire time, her hands propping herself up as she tipped her head up at Riley. Expectant.

“Take your clothes off,” Riley commanded, her voice rasping out of her throat. “And lay back against the pillows.”

“Your wish is my command,” Gianna breathed back, sliding up onto the bed, shedding her dress easily as she went.

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