Page 84 of The Invitation
He licks his lips, grinning. “Option A: we get dressed and wait for the rain to stop.”
“Okay. Option B?”
“Option B is we getundressedand wait for the rain to stop.”
“Option B.”
“That’s an excellent choice. But that option has sub-options.”
I throw my hands up. “Can you just pick one that includes you inside me? That’s the one I want.”
He laughs, his eyes twinkling. “Ah, there you are. I wondered how long it would take.”
“Sadly, it took less time than it did for you to get me naked.” I grab the bottom of his shirt and rip it over my head, throwing it at him. “There. I did it for you.”
His gaze lazily drags down my body, taking in every inch not covered by my bra and panties.
“My God, Georgia. You are fucking stunning.”
My cheeks flush. “You’ve seen me in a bikini before. It’s not any different.”
His eyes find mine again. “It is different. I couldn’t touch you then.”
“Will you touch me now?”
He drops to his knees in front of me, and peers up at me through his thick lashes. His fingers loop the strip of fabric at my hips. Then he pulls them slowly down my legs, letting his knuckles drag against my skin behind them.
I force a swallow, stepping out of my panties, and he flicks them toward his backpack.
The sight of Ripley kneeling before me is almost more than I can handle. It’s something I never expected. I never dreamed this would happen, and I know I’ll wonder if it was real when I wake up in the morning … and every morning after that.
He grips my thighs, squeezing tightly until it borders on pain. He motions for me to spread them, so, I do.
Goose bumps dot my skin as his fingers drag up the insides of my legs, through the moisture coating them, until they reach the apex.
I gasp softly while my heart pounds so hard it’s the only thing I can hear.
“You have no idea how long I’ve waited for this,” he says, drawing a finger through my slit. I tremble at the touch. “You aresowet.”
“Well, you’ve been walking around here for the last half an hour with a hard cock. What do you expect?”
He grins. “Are you wanting my cock? Is that what you’re saying?”
“I’m saying—shit.” I bite my lip as he strums his thumb over my swollen clit. I buck my hips toward him. “Never mind. I don’t know what I was saying.”
He laughs, plunging his finger into me. “I never knew it was this easy to shut you up.”
“Now you know.” I moan as he adds another finger and strokes them in and out of me. “God, that feels good.”
“Take your bra off. Let me see your tits from this position.”
I whimper as his fingers twist before resuming their slow and steady pace.
I unhook my bra, letting the straps fall down my arms. Ripley’s gaze is pinned on my chest as he leisurely works my pussy. I’ve never felt so desired. It’s intoxicating.
It’s addicting.
His strokes grow faster and deeper, working me higher into a frenzy. I grind against his hand. My desperation for relief is nearly unbearable.
