Page 68 of Let It Be Me
“To slide my cock so deep inside of your pussy it’s all you think about for the rest of the day.” He tells me and gently pulls a pointed nipple between his teeth.
I whimper when he teases the other with a light touch. “So do it.”
Riley kisses up my torso and hooks my other leg over his arm. He slides into me with no resistance and groans into the pillow behind my head. “Fuck, baby. How does this get better every time?”
I ask myself that every day. If I love sex, then Riley loves sex with me in general. I’ve come to learn that hockey players have an exceptionally high sex drive. No spot in Riley’s condo has gone un-Christened. No sexual position has gone untested. But this–sleepy morning sex has to be my favorite.
My hand fists his hair and I lick a trail up from his neck to the spot behind his ear that I know drives him wild. His thrusts stutter before he’s sliding back into me. I feel the early sign of my orgasm and Riley’s swear tells me he can feel it too.
“I want to try something,” I manage to squeak out.
Riley pulls back and I can see the sweat glistening on hisinked chest. His thrusts never stop and I bite my lip when his pubic hair rubs against my clit. “What’s that?”
“Are you close?”
“Yeah, baby. Just waiting on you.”
I moan through the pleasure. “Okay, stop moving.”
Riley stops his thrusts with confusion. “Did I hurt you?”
I shake my head and move my hand between us. His eyebrow quirks as I rub my clit in fast circles with him still inside of me. The eye contact and the zing of pleasure that shoots up my toes and to my spine causes my orgasm to pulsate out of me.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck. What are you doing to me?” Riley asks as I feel his cock swell and his release spill inside of me. He falls down into the crook of my neck and I squeeze around him while still rubbing my clit as I milk him for all he’s worth. That causes another tiny orgasm to rack through me. “God damn, you’re fucking perfect,” Riley says and kisses the side of my neck and my shoulder.
When the last of my orgasm fades, my body sinks into the bed and I wait for my heart to stop trying to pound out of my chest. A few moments later, Riley pulls out of me and places a kiss on the center of my chest before rolling off the bed and into the bathroom. The toilet flushes and the shower starts up seconds later. I roll off the bed as gracefully as possible and lightly jog to the toilet to pee. I look up and see Riley cheesing at me from behind the glass and I roll my eyes. Living with Riley, I got acclimated that there is essentially no privacy. He likes to remind me that he’s had his tongue in my pussy so why shouldn’t he see me pee.
I join him in the shower after flushing and wrap my arms around his waist. He switches our spots to get my hair wet even though I didn’t plan to wash my hair.
“Do you have to go to Cincy?” He asks and grabs the shampoo.
“Yeah,” I sigh. My eyes close when he rubs the soap into my scalp and my head droops back. “I’m also meeting with my new clients.”
“Lean back,” Riley whispers. “Who are you working with this time?”
“A couple of Mason’s former teammates and one of Nate’s teammates.”
Riley wrings my hair out and applies the conditioner to the middle to ends of my hair. “What happened to the soccer player?”
I feel the soft tug on my hair as he brushes the conditioner through my tresses. “He didn’t like the way I made him walk the straight and narrow path. So we parted ways right before Thanksgiving.”
“Blue, that was three weeks ago,” Riley says and gently tips my head back to rinse the conditioner out. He grabs the bar of soap and loofa deciding he’d rather wash me than himself.
“There was no skin off my back. Plus, he was already giving me trouble and a lot of pushback at the beginning of the year.”
He steps away to wash the front of my body and his forehead crinkles in concern. “Does Jeff know?”
Shaking my head, I place my hands on his shoulders to keep steady. “No. I’m a big girl, Riley. I can take care of myself when it comes to pompous, rebellious athletes.”
“I know you can.” He stands up and turns me to face the water. “Is the soap all gone?”
I look down my body. “Yep.”
“Okay. Get outta here ya goof.”
I slide past Riley and grab a towel from the warmer rack.I watch him as much as I can before I brush my teeth and wash my face. After last night, I thought we’d have a bit of awkwardness hanging around. But no, everything is all the same between us.
When Paul and I said those words to each other, I felt like I had ants crawling over me. Was that a bad sign and I just ignored it for that contentment? Because with Riley I feel like I can say it a million times and he’ll show me just how much instead. And maybe that’s where I should scold myself by thinking our age would be the biggest obstacle to overcome. Riley has debunked everything I thought I knew about him, about love, and about life. And as we stand in domestic bliss getting ready at the bathroom vanity I think, maybe, just maybe, I’ve finally found my true pair.
