Page 38 of The Next Chapters

Riley arched an eyebrow down at her as she swiftly positioned herself at Gianna’s entrance and pushed inside. Just a couple of inches, but enough for Gianna to really feel her.

They both moaned.

Gianna shuddered, turning back to face their headboard as she dropped her head down to rest on her fists. Riley dug her fingers into Gianna’s hips, forcing both of them to stay still.

“I know you wanted me to feel this way for you back in college,” she murmured, slowly pushing herself deeper into Gianna, pausing after another couple of inches.

Gianna didn’t say anything, only nodding her head. She tried to rock her hips back again, only to be stopped once more as Riley held her in place. “I’ll be inside of you completely in a second. Have some patience, babe.”

The words left her easily, but fuck if she didn’t want exactly what Gianna wanted right now.

Taking a deep breath to center herself, she slid one of her hands from Gianna’s hips down her spine, following the perfect column all the way down to her neck.

“I didn’t know back then what this could be like,” she rasped out, finally giving Gianna what she wanted and pushing all the way inside.

Her hips flush against Gianna’s ass, she held there as Gianna’s groaned, long and low. She felt that groan; it shuddered through Riley’s body and landed heavily in the throbbing between her own legs.

“I didn’t–” Riley broke off on a whimper of her own as Gianna pressed herself back as if there was even more for her to take. Instead, she pressed the base of the strap into Riley, brushing against her own clit.

Her head dropped back briefly as she subconsciously thrust forward.

Jesus.

Trying to get a grip, she shook her head and looked back down at Gianna. “I didn’t know how good this would feel. How fucking incredible it would feel to be inside of you. But if I did–”

She moved with slow, deliberate movements as she pulled back, the strap nearly leaving Gianna.

Before she thrust completely back inside, her hips slapping against Gianna’s ass. “Then you can bet your life that I would have felt this way back then.”

“Riley,” Gianna breathed her name out with a broken moan, and the desperate sound of it snapped whatever tether of control she’d been able to hold onto.

Maneuvering her hand to grip a fistful of Gianna’s silky hair, she started to move.

Hard, exacting thrusts, exactly the way she knew Gianna loved. She was proving it now as Riley fucked her, letting out breathless cries and incoherent words. The only coherent ones in the bunch were her name and occasional swears.

And Riley fucking loved it, too.

She hadn’t been lying. No, she hadn’t felt this all-encompassing burning, aching desire for Gianna in college, but she just hadn’t understood then. She’d had no idea how arousing, how powerful, how earth-shattering this would be.

How it would feel to be able to taste Gianna’s delicious wetness on her lips as she stared down and saw that same wetness on Riley’s strap every time she pulled out. How much she’d crave the way Gianna desperately pressed her ass back against Riley every time Riley thrust against her as if her body was begging her to return, to fill her up.

The hunger was consuming, and Riley felt it eating her up inside as she snapped her hips harder, faster into Gianna, little cries leaving the back of her throat.

“You – so good,” Gianna managed, arching her back so her torso was pressed against the bed while her hips remained in the air.

Riley’s knees burned, and she was so wet, she was dripping down her thighs, and she’d never ached with need so badly before. Maybe she had; she didn’t really know. Every time she took Gianna like this, she felt it.

She pushed forward, pressing herself against Gianna’s back, wanting to feel her wife against her. She needed to feel Gianna’s entire body shuddering when she came.

Pulling out more than a few inches like this was impossible, but neither of them cared. In fact, it made the sounds escaping Gianna’s mouth even louder.

“Yes,” Gianna breathed, starting to tremble under her. “Riley!”

Her head started to nod quickly against the pillow, soft blonde hair rubbing against Riley’s cheek with the movement. “Yes, ye–”

She broke off as Riley managed to reach down, working her hand between them, and touched her clit.

She drew quick, small circles, slid deeply inside Gianna, and stayed there, still. Knowing Gianna loved to come while feeling Riley as deep as she could possibly be.

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