Page 34 of Rider Forbidden
“So what’s wrong with having a little fun? I know you think it’s bad cos of your dad or whatever, but no one needs to know, do they? I know you're attracted to me. I rile you up in a good way and a bad way.”
I give a little laugh. “Yeah . . . you do.”
He leans in and looks at my mouth. “When you smile or laugh, I feel like I could drown in you. You take my breath away.”
How can he say things like that and it only be a casual thing for him? Practice I suppose - plenty of practice.
His lips touch mine softly, he’s waiting to see how I’ll take it. I dart my tongue out and run it along his bottom lip. He groans and deepens the kiss, his tongue touching mine and our mouths open, he kisses me as though nothing else matters. His hand comes up to slide behind my neck.
I groan and lose it. I pull the covers off me and kneel up, our kiss not breaking momentum, I get hungry. I throw my thigh over his body and straddle him.
He breaks off the kiss. “Fuck Robyn. Hell yeah.”
His hands go to my bottom and pull me up to his groin, grinding me on his hard length. Oh god, that feels good. I put my hands on his shoulders and move my hips into his. Feeling his erection through his shorts and my underwear. I moan and kiss him hungrily. His hands slide up my t-shirt, orhist-shirt actually, and find my breasts. A whimper escapes me as his callused hands palm my breasts.
He breaks off the kiss. “Jesus, you're perfect.” He lifts the t-shirt off - over my head so that apart from my knickers, I'm naked.
He looks down at me, breathing heavily. “How can you be real?”
I look at him practically panting, too scared to move. I want his mouth on me, on my breasts. He reads my mind as his mouth dips down and takes a puckered erect nipple into his mouth, licking, biting, sucking. I look down, seeing his head full of dark hair, his mouth close around my nipple, I feel like I'm going to come just watching him. The sensation of him slightly biting my nipple sends a shooting sensation right to my core.
“Oh god, Jack, yes . . . more.”
He looks up at me, his eyes hooded. “You want more?”
I pant “Yeah I do. Right or wrong, I definitely want you.”
His hand slips down and into the side of my knickers, touching me there. Sending shivers all through me. How does he know exactly what to do to make me feel this way?
I moan as I feel his finger slide into me, filling me as deep as it will go. I grind my hips down onto his hand. What is happening to me?
He’s watching me. “You're so fucking sexy.”
He moves his finger in and out again. “If I make you come right now, will you let me fuck you tonight?”
“You can fuck me now.” I gasp, just wanting to feel him.
He shakes his head. “No, I need to go to work now, I want to take my time with you, you promise? I can have you tonight?”
All the time he’s talking he moves his finger in and out of me. He inserts a second finger and crooks it, hitting me in a spot I didn’t even know I had. Oh god, I'm getting close to coming.
I nod. “Yeah Jack . . . you can have me tonight.” I pant - at this moment in time I think I’d agree to anything.
“Give me your mouth.”
I do what he says and kiss him, hungrily, as though I want to consume him. I start to buck my hips into his hand, still straddling him. He uses his thumb to rub my clit and I erupt, I go to take my mouth from his to moan, gasp, whatever - but his hand clamps on the back of my head, forcing me to keep kissing him while riding out my orgasm. It's so hot. My orgasm starts to subside and I shiver as I kiss him. He moves his hand so we break the kiss but look at each other. “I think I could do that every day for the rest of my life. Christ that was intense . . . and hot. And I haven't even come, still, it wasreallyfucking pleasurable.”
I feel guilty. Twice he’s made me come and been left frustrated. I grind my hips down onto his, onto his hard length, feeling sensitive, he groans “Sweetheart, you can stop.”
“I want to make you come.”
He grabs my hips and flips me over, so I have my back to the mattress. His body lies on me, his legs falling in between mine. He kisses me gently, a feather touch to my lips and looks into my eyes. I wish I could read him better. “No, it'll be all the sweeter tonight when I bury myself inside you.” He gives me a quick kiss and then pushes off me.
“You coming for breakfast?” he asks
I nod “I’ll get ready - you want to wash your hands?” I ask, knowing what he’s just been doing with them, then he does something that nearly gives me another instant orgasm there and then - he shakes his head and grins at me, then puts the fingers that he’s just had inside me, in his mouth and draws them out slowly sucking on them. How sexy is that? His eyes on me the whole time. “I think I'm good. You want me to wait for you?”
I shake my head immediately and he chuckles - he knows I don't want anyone to see us together.
