Page 79 of Her Holiday Arrangement
Elizabeth tilted her head, meeting Riley’s eyes. “I’m here,” she said, voice shaky. “I’m really here.”
“Good,” Riley murmured, leaning forward to kiss her. Slow. Firm. Elizabeth’s hands went to her back, nails grazing skin as she pressed closer.
Riley’s lips moved down her jaw. “You’re trembling.”
“I—it’s cold,” Elizabeth feebly said.
Riley smirked, pressing open-mouthed kisses along her throat. “Cold? I think it’s something else.” She nipped lightly, making Elizabeth gasp.
“You’re impossible,” Elizabeth said, voice catching.
“Yeah, but you like it,” Riley teased, hand sliding along her ribs, down her hip, pressing her thighs apart. Two fingers eased into Elizabeth’s pussy as Riley’s lips circled a nipple. Riley sucked then soothed with her tongue as her fingers curved up into Elizabeth’s body.
Elizabeth tilted her head back, lips parting. “I… I can’t… stop…”
“Don’t,” Riley said simply, pushing her fingers in harder.
Elizabeth’s hands tangled in Riley’s hair. “Riley, God.”
Riley chuckled, lips brushing against hers again. “That’s my name. Say it.”
“Riley,” Elizabeth gasped. “Riley!”
Riley coaxed as she pumped her fingers. “Don’t hold back.”
Elizabeth arched, pressing fully into Riley, shaking. “I’m not holding back,” she cried between shallow breaths, voice trembling.
“Then let go, Elizabeth. I’ve got you.”
Elizabeth cried out with her release, grasping the sheets, body taut until she collapsed.
She kissed Riley’s shoulder.
“You’re… incredible,” Elizabeth whispered.
“You feel amazing,” Riley countered, pressing her forehead to Elizabeth’s. “Messy, tangled, perfect. Just like this.”
Elizabeth laughed, breathless. “I don’t think I’ve ever felt like this before.”
“You will,” Riley murmured, lips brushing hers again. “Every time.”
They kissed, moved, pressed together, hips grinding slowly, arms tangled. Every touch, every gasp, every whispered name was a promise, a discovery, a claim.
Elizabeth tilted her head back, breath hitching. “Riley… God, Riley…”
Riley smiled, low and wicked, and kissed her deeply. “Who gets to touch you like this?”
“You, Riley!” Elizabeth gasped, arching into her, nails dragging lightly along Riley’s back.
“That’s it,” Riley murmured, pressing her lips to her neck, sliding her fingers inside her again. “I’ve got you. You’re mine.”
Elizabeth gasped, chest pressing against Riley’s. “I-I’m yours,” she whispered, voice shaking. “Completely.”
Riley leaned back, eyes dark, lips swollen from their kisses. “Good,” she said softly. “Because I’m not letting go.”
Elizabeth smiled, heart hammering. “I don’t want you to.”
Elizabeth pressed herself fully against her, melting into Riley’s warmth, letting herself be claimed, letting herself claim in return.
