Page 65 of Rio's Release

That molten gaze of his locks with mine, but he doesn’t withdraw. “You’re wet for me, baby girl. Do you know how badly I want to taste that?”

Before I can say a word, he slides out and brings his fingers to his mouth, licking them clean and never breaking eye contact with me.

“I want more,” he whispers, then slides down my body and drags my panties off.

He drops to his knees at the end of the bed and drags me to him, positioning my legs over his shoulders, and then I feel that first swipe of his tongue.

I jerk my hips, and he grasps them, holding me still.

He’s gentle as he works his magic until I’m writhing. He finds and teases my clit, driving me wild. I feel it building inside me, an orgasm that threatens to be overwhelming.

My hands fist in the coverlet as I climb higher and higher, and then I can’t hold back. I lift my hips to meet his mouth, needing more, craving more.

“Please, Rio. Oh, God.”

He quickens his pace, and it heightens the sensations, and then my orgasm washes over me like a tsunami of ecstasy, bowling over everything in its wake.

I lie there, panting, and he shucks his jeans. I barely catch a glimpse of his hard cock before his ripped body moves over me again. He stretches an arm out, reaching past me to thenightstand to dig in the drawer. Coming out with a condom, he tears the package open with his teeth and rolls it on.

He swirls the head in my wetness, lubricating himself.

“You gonna let me in, baby?” he whispers against my lips, watching my eyes.

“Yes,” I whisper in return, wrapping my arms around him.

He sinks inside slowly, which surprises and pleases me. I had expected him to plunge inside in one thrust. This is so much better.

His entire body moves over me as he thrusts slowly in and out, and the entire time, his eyes never lose mine.

One hand reaches up to brush the hair from my face. He’s being so gentle with me. Somehow, he knew this was what I needed, and boy, is he delivering.

“You with me, baby?” he asks softly.

“Um hmm. It feels so wonderful.”

“Good. That’s how it’s supposed to feel.”

I stroke my hands over his skin, covering every inch. His back, his shoulders, his arms, his chest. He’d told me he’d injured his ribs. I wonder if they’re giving him pain right now.

I hope everything else we’re doing is blocking it out.

Lifting my head, I kiss him, and it urges him on. The momentum of his thrusts picks up.

“Baby, this first time with you is so fucking good. I don’t know how long I’m going to be able to hold back.”

“Don’t hold back, Rio. I’ve waited for this for so long. We both have.”

“Do you know how many fantasies I’ve had about you? How many nights I lay in that cell and thought about this? Touching your body, eating that sweet pussy, sinking inside it. Fuck, Shelby, I never want to leave it. You’re so damn tight around my dick, and it feels so good.”

God, I feel another rush of wetness at his words.

One of his hands snakes between us and plays with my clit, arousing me all over again. It’s sensitive and quick to ramp right back up; it takes my breath away.

I clutch at his shoulders and bite his shoulder. “Oh, Rio. I’m going to come again.”

“Do it, baby. I want to feel you come all over my dick.”

His mouth clamps on the tender skin of my neck and sucks hard, and I know I’ll have a mark there. He’s marking me his, and I love it. I am his. As long as I live, I know I’ll never have this feeling with any other man. I’ll never want another man the way I want this man. He’s my soul mate. I know it as surely as I’m born. I just don’t know if his feelings are as strong as mine. I can’t help wondering how much of this is just sex for him. Am I nothing but a conquest, or is what we have so much more? It feels like it's so much more. It feels like it's everything.

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