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He tilts his face to mine, claims my mouth in a soft, slow, questing kiss that takes my breath away and leaves me gasping, shaking. "Cadence, I—"
I cover his mouth with my palm, smile down at him, hoping he sees what I feel: adoration, desire, readiness. "There is no doubt within me," I whisper. "I dreamed of us. Of making love with you. Not just touching, as we did before. I want it all. I have never been more sure of anything in my entire life."
Chapter 18
RILEY
Her small, warm, clever fingers slip beneath the elastic of my underwear; my stomach curls in by itself, and then my breath catches when she wraps her hand around my cock. Her grin as she grips me is eager, playful, hot. She wants this. Wants me. Wants us.
"There is something I believe you should know about me," she murmurs, driving her fist down my shaft in a slow slide.
I arch, groaning, and find her eyes searching mine. "Wha—whazzat?” I mumble, dizzy and delirious at how incredible her touch feels.
"A hallmark of autism is hyperfixation. I believe I have mentioned this."
"Y-yeah," I stammer, arching again as she jacks my length a few times and then slips her hand down to cup my balls. "Fuck, that feels good."
She works my jeans down, her gaze never leaving mine. "In short, it merely means I become…obsessed, some might say. As a child, it was information. Knowledge. Languages, history, anatomy, medical procedures, things like that."
I kick free, and now I'm naked with her. She's caressing my cock, slowly and gently, affectionately, as if reacquainting herselfwith a long-lost friend. "Fuck, sweetheart, I love the way you touch me."
"As much as I love touching you, I wonder?" She leans down and kisses my mouth, steals my breath with a slow swipe of her tongue, and then shatters me completely with a loose-gripped flutter of strokes around the head of my cock. "I believe, Riley Crowe of Three Rivers, that I am becoming hyperfixated on sex with you—” here her voice hitches, and she pauses, swallows, and continues. "You were all I could think of. That night in your truck bed. Here in this bed. The things you made me feel. The things you taught me."
I groan as she switches from light fluttering touches to long strokes from tip to root, twisting in the way that makes me crazy. "Fuck! Fuck, baby." I grab her wrist and stop her. "Cadie, honey, you keep doing that, and I'm gonna come. Been a while, and that feels fuckin'amazing.”
She nips my earlobe. "I would be okay with that. You can be ready again in not very long, can you not?" Her grin curves against my cheek. "I want you. I need you."
"You have me, honey. And I…I want you and need you too. I want to make love with you." I let go of her wrist. "This happens the way you want it to, okay?"
She resumes stroking my length. Kisses me, all tongue from the jump, and I growl into her mouth, rake my hands down her back to snag a rough handful of her plump, taut, perfect ass. This gets me a whimper, a squeeze of her hand around my throbbing cock. My balls boil and ache at her touch, and fuck, it's been over a month since my dick has gotten any attention, even from my own hand.
I'm on the edge and it's been a matter of minutes. Maybe I should just let her—
Whatever thought was in my head is erased when she bites my lower lip harder than expected, drawing a shocked gruntfrom me—she then licks the offended lip, and draws it into her mouth. Strokes my length. Cups my balls, squeezes gently, massages, kneads, rolls them in her palm until I'm writhing and groaning.
"There was one thing I dreamed of doingalmostmore than anything else," she whispers, her lips against my ear.
"What's that?" I gasp. "Show me."
She hums, a pleased, happy, aroused little sound as she watches herself pump my cock until precum leaks out of me. Without warning, she slides down my body and takes me in her mouth, her eyes locked on my face. Her strawberries-and-cream curls trail around her cheeks, obscure her mouth, and my cock. I gather her hair on top of her head and hold it, growling my arousal.
"I dreamed of doing this to you," she whispers, her eyes on my cock, now. "I dreamed of it again and again. I made myself orgasm thinking of getting to do this again. I dreamed of the way you taste. The feel of you in my mouth. The way you sound when you come for me."
“Oh god…Cadie!”
She hums happily again, a tuneless little melody of joy, as if nothing could be better than this. She wraps her lips around my cock again and slides her mouth down my shaft until I reach the back of her throat, and she backs away, only to drive back down again. She shifts her weight to free both hands, and now she's straddling my legs and gripping my cock in both hands and stroking me and pumping me and sucking around the head, eagerly, greedily, vigorously.
She wants me to come—hard…now.
I have no choice but to give her what she wants—she draws it out of me. I could no more stop it than I could lasso the sun. One second I'm arched and gasping and writhing under her touch, growling and thrusting as she greedily sucks my cock, pumpingmy root with both hands. And then the next second my vision goes white and my pulse roars in my ears and I can't even warn her before my orgasm detonates like an atomic bomb. I hear myself roaring and cursing, and I have her head in my hands and I'm holding on for dear life as she sucks and sucks and sucks, swallowing gulp after gulp and pumping me for more and more and more, and I'm helplessly thrusting, or trying to. When I think I can come no more, she lets me pop out of her mouth, but she's not done yet. She keeps stroking me, pumping my length, rubbing her thumb over my tip and twisting and stroking, and another wave crests through me, making me spasm as she milks it out of me with soft caresses, and when the seed dribbles out of me, she licks that away, too, humming as if the taste of my cum is the sweetest of treats.
Even after I can come no more, she toys with me, curling up against my chest and dotting kisses to my chin, my jawline, my cheekbones, caressing my cock all the while, petting and playing with me as I go slack.
When I can function again, I find her eyes. "Jesus, Cadie."
She grins at me. "That was even better than I'd dreamed it would be."
I laugh. "For you or me?"
