Page 38 of Giddy-Up
When he eventually pulled back, they were both panting.Hooded eyes making his body pulsate.
“Tell me what you want.What you like.”His voice deepened.
She hesitated.Looking unsure.So he asked again.“Tell me.”Or more like demanded.
“I...I...”He felt her shake.Not with nerves though.Something else.There was something she wanted.He just needed to get what it was out of her.
“Whatever it is, darlin’, I’ll give it to you,” he reassured.
She gulped.And nodded.“I-I, um, I like it...I like it when you tell me what to do.”Wade felt his jaw tick and nostrils flare as his breathing picked up.“It means I don’t have to think,” she continued.“I can just feel.And enjoy.”
When she was done, she nodded a second time.Looking proud of herself.And a little shocked.
This woman was made for him.It wasn’t a coincidence she brought out a side of him he’d never fully explored.It was her.She was who he was meant to explore it with.
“I like that too,” he admitted.“I really fucking like it.”
Riley looked relieved.Turned on.And sexy as hell as her tongue ran over her lips.
“Lose the dress,” he ordered, going to his knees to give her space to do so.Growing harder by the second as she scrambled up to do what she was told.“And the bra.”
Once she was completely naked, she looked to him, expectantly.Waiting to hear his next demand.He was damn happy to oblige.
“On your back.Legs open.”Again, she complied, her hips rolling as she put herself on full display.
God-fucking-damn.
The things he wanted to do to her.Would do.Just thinking about it was making him throb.
Now they weren’t in his truck, he could take his time.Run his mouth over every inch of her.Learn what makes her scream, beg, and shake.
What are you waiting for?
Spoilt for choice, he didn’t know where to start.
“Please,” Riley breathed, surprising him with the blatant want.So blatant, she was writhing in his sheets.
Decision made, he leaned forward, his mouth going to her thick, luscious thighs.Just a taste, long enough to let his warm breath sink into her.Teasing her.Before his nose nudged upward.His tongue darting out, desperate to lap up salty citrus.
A growl emitted from him as Riley arched, throwing her head back as labored pants made the air hum.Anticipation coating his lips as he neared her centre.
When he got there, the patience he assumed he’d have was nowhere to be found.He wanted her.In his mouth.On his fingers.Dripping down his thighs.
So he took it.
