Page 37 of The Next Chapters

If Gianna wanted to feel how much Riley wanted her and the extent to which she drove Riley crazy, she was more than happy to show her.

Using one of her hands to push down Gianna’s hips, keeping her right where Riley wanted her, she used the other to dip down and brushed her fingertips over her wife. She didn’t push inside; just felt Gianna.

In an instant, her fingers were drenched, and Gianna’s unadulteratedly loud cries echoed off of their vaulted ceiling. The sound of them, the feeling of Gianna’s hands reaching down to grasp Riley’s hair, had her moaning against Gianna’s clit.

She pressed her tongue against Gianna more firmly, moving quicker. This wasn’t about making slow, tender love but about making Gianna come. This was about Gianna feeling how far they’d come. This was for her wife to feel how desperately Riley wanted her, to know that this wanting she’d felt for so long was entirely reciprocated.

And it was. Whimpers left the back of Riley’s throat, both hungry for Gianna’s release as well as her own. She could feel herself dripping, and she rocked her hips against the bed. Knowing she couldn’t come from it but needing to feel something.

“Ri-Rile-y!” Gianna’s breathless cry was muffled as Riley registered it because her thighs tightened around Riley’s head. A delicious pressure that Riley craved more of; Gianna wasn’t the only one who took a visceral satisfaction in this carnal wanting.

“Inside. P-please. I want you – fuck,” Gianna broke off her request as Riley wrapped her lips around her clit and used the tip of her tongue to tap against her.

She wasn’t going to go inside; that wasn’t part of the plan. Not yet. Not when she knew Gianna would be able to come – and come hard – just like this.

And she wanted it. She wanted everything because she had a vision. And that vision entailed Gianna being soaked and relaxed from her first orgasm.

She felt one of Gianna’s thighs start that tell-tale tremble against her cheek, and she slid both of her hands down, digging her fingers into Gianna’s ass to hold her against Riley’s face. Needing to be as close as possible as Gianna came into her mouth.

“I’m – yesss,” Gianna moaned, long and low, as her fingers wound tightly into Riley’s hair, holding her tightly as she jerked against Riley’s face.

As if Riley would have moved away while she could still feel Gianna’s clit pulsing against her tongue.

When she did pull away, several long moments later, she wasn’t satiated. Not yet.

If anything, as her breathing raggedly escaped her throat and she stared down at her wife, she felt even more wanton, wilder than she’d felt before.

Gianna was still catching her breath, her arms splayed on either side of her, as her thighs fell to the side, totally lax. She stared up at Riley, her lips pulled into a wide, lazy smile.

Riley felt none of that sated relaxation. Which wasn’t to say that she didn’t take satisfaction from making Gianna come; she did. It gave her even more satisfaction than coming herself.

But right now, in this moment, she needed more.

“You wanted me to feel so hungry for you like I could never get enough?” Riley asked, running her tongue over her lips to taste Gianna there. Her eyes fluttered briefly closed from it before she forced them open again.

In perfect time to see Gianna’s smile and the easy, relaxed look fall away as she swallowed hard, her hands absently gripping at the comforter. “So much.”

Riley reached for the toy she’d placed on the bedside table, easily adjusting it into place in her harness. The dark glint in Gianna’s blue eyes as she watched Riley only served to notch up Riley’s own heat. Her breath caught in her throat as Gianna licked her lips.

“Turn around,” she ordered, her voice low in her throat. “And get on your knees.”

Gianna eagerly complied, a broken whimper escaping her as she did so, swiftly turning onto her hands and knees as she presented her ass to Riley.

Riley had to take a second just to stare. There really was something other-worldly about Gianna, about her effect. Digging her teeth into her bottom lip, she commanded herself to stay focused.

Which wasn’t difficult, not really. Not when she had Gianna exactly the way she wanted her.

Staying up on her knees, she moved forward to press herself against Gianna. Her thighs pressed against the backs of Gianna’s, the length of the strap-on pressed against Gianna’s slit, as she slowly traced her fingers over her wife’s perfectly shaped butt.

At her touch, Gianna inhaled audibly, rocking back into Riley. Her movement made the strap-on brush against her clit, and Gianna shivered, moaning, as she rolled her hips again.

Riley groaned low in her throat, sliding her hands down to grip Gianna’s waist and holding her still. “You were begging me to be inside of you before. Do you still want that?”

As she spoke, she slid her hand down between them, taking hold of the toy as she slowly drew it back, then pressed forward again. Covering the silicone in Gianna’s wetness, preparing herself.

Gianna’s hands fisted in the covers, her knuckles turning white. “Yes. Obviously. Always.”

Every word Gianna breathed was intent, and she turned her head to aim a look at Riley over her shoulder. “You know I love the way you feel inside of me. All of the fucking time.”

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