Page 104 of The Invitation
I remove my shorts, dropping them onto the floor, then I’m standing before him in my bra and panties.
My heart jolts as he looks me over with smoldering eyes. Perspiration sprinkles my skin. Anticipation licks at my core.
I hook my fingers at my hips and push my panties down my legs. The bed creaks as he shifts his weight, but he doesn’t say a word. I hold the fabric to my side and drop it to the floor.
He swallows hard, his throat bobbing with the force.
I remove my bra, letting my breasts topple from the cups. He licks his lips, his attention trained on my nipples.
My body aches for his touch. I have to fight the overwhelming urge to be close to him, on him, around him. Instead, I stand in the nude, feeling the warm air hitting spots usually covered, and let him have what he wants—an unobstructed view of me.
I can’t imagine doing this with anyone else. I can’t even imagine standing in front of Ripley like this. But in the moment, it doesn’t feel wrong. I’m not even self-conscious.
He makes me feel that beautiful.
I move to him, unable to control my needs any longer.
He runs his hands over me—my stomach, up my chest, over my shoulders. He follows the shape of my ass around my hips and down to my thighs. His fingers slide between my legs and through my slit.
I gasp as his lips find my breasts and he teases them with soft licks and nips. I hold his head, pulling it closer to me, and spread my legs for him.
“That’s my girl,” he whispers.
One finger slides into me and then two. He works them lazily in and out as if we have all the time in the world.
“Everything about you is perfect.” He palms my chest, playing with my nipple. “How did I ever resist you?”
I moan, rocking against his hand. I’m in desperate need of relief.
I need to fucking come.
“Well, you were kind of a dick,” I say, my eyes shut. All I can focus on is the way his fingers twist and pull, strumming me—bringing me closer to sweet relief.
He laughs, flicking my bud with his finger. “Thank God I have you now.”
The words zing straight to my heart and my eyes fly open. He’s looking at me, a shy grin on his face, as his thumb finds my clit.
Fire bolts through me, stealing any words. The intensity of the orgasm erases any response I had planned.
“Ripley!” I shout, earning a whine from Waffles somewhere in the distance. “I can’t take it.Fuck.”
I reach for his hand to stop the onslaught, the force of the orgasm too strong. My teeth grind together. My head threatens to blow.
“Don’t stop me,” he whispers, slowing his fingers. “Let me make you feel good. Let me watch you fall apart.”
“I can’t…” My eyes squeeze shut as I become disconnected from my body.
“Yes, you can. You’re so gorgeous coming on my hand. Ride it, Peaches.”
He slowly brings me down from the highest high I’ve ever experienced. I sag against his shoulder as he removes his fingers from me.
“That was amazing,” I say, heaving breaths.
“It’s yours any time you want it.” He kisses my chest. “But right now, my cock is about ready to explode.”
I push away and then take his hand and pull him to his feet. Then I crawl on the bed and lie down.
He stands still, frozen in place, with a curious look on his face.
