Page 115 of Light Up The Night
"Both, I would hope."
I kiss her, tasting myself on her breath—it only turns me on even more, and I roll into her, push her to her back, and kiss her and kiss her until she's panting and writhing, and I keep kissing her. As I ravage her mouth with my tongue and steal her breath and nip her lips and suck on her tongue, I caress her breasts and her belly, flick her nipples until she whimpers, pinch them until she shrieks and then caress them with my thumbs. Carve my hand over her belly and cup her pussy.
She arches as my hand covers her mound. "Oh, please, please,please, Riley. Please touch me. Please give me an orgasm, my love. Please."
"You don't need to beg, sweet girl," I whisper in her ear. “But I love it when you do."
She clasps the side of my face. "Riley!" It’s a gasp, a whimper. "Please—pleasetouch me. I beg you. I need to feel your touch. I need you."
I slide a finger inside her and find her absolutely soaked, dripping with need. I explore the hot, wet depths of her pussy with my finger, almost immediately adding a second—she’s that ready for me. She gasps as my fingers slick inside her tight, wet pussy, and then her hands rake through my hair, grip my head. And then, with wide mossy eyes drifting to mine, and away, and back to mine again, she none too subtly guides me down. "I need your mouth, my love," she breathes. "I need your tongue."
I growl in anticipation, and then I have her clit in my mouth and she's arched and shrieking already, hands gripping my head and pulling me against her greedily. I taste her, lush and sweet and fragrant and totally her—a flavor all her own, delicate and intoxicating. I lap her seam, swipe my tongue up through her folds. She whimpers, arches, and then her hips spasm with the first precursors of her orgasm. A freshet of desire spurts through her folds, and I lap it away, greedily drinking the cream of her need. She knots her fingers in my hair and grinds her pussy against my face, and I slick my fingers inside her tightness, feeling her channel squeeze me as she comes.
“RILEY!” She cries, arched and wracked and spasming. "Ohhh—oh my god oh my god!"
I eat her pussy and finger her through another wailed orgasm, and then she tugs me away. Pulls me up her body and wipes her palm over my face, grinning deliriously. "You have, my—um—"
I withdraw my fingers, slip them back inside her and gather her essence, draw it out and slip my fingers into my mouth and lick them clean while she watches.
"Riley," she murmurs. "I'm ready."
"You're sure?" I can't help asking.
"I told you." She reaches down and finds me hard for her, aroused at the taste of her, hardened at the way she writhes and cries out as I devour her sweetness. "I've never been more sure of anything. Make love to me. Please, Riley." She rolls over astride me, gripping me. Bends over me, lips to my ear. "You said you love it when I beg?"
"Cadie—" It's all I get out.
"I'm begging you, Riley." Her voice is low and soft and sweet and eager. "Please, please make love to me. I do not wish to wait any longer. I cannot. I'll die if you do not make love to me. Please, I beg you."
I yank open my bedside drawer and find the unopened box of condoms. "I've had these in here since you left, hoping and praying we'd need them at some point when you came back to me. I…I wasn't sure youwouldcome back, sometimes. But I…I hoped. And I…I hoped you would want me. that you'd want this. So I got them." I hold her gaze. "I have never been with anyone here. I've never had a woman in my home other than you. Not in my home, not in my bed. Never. There is only you."
She holds my eyes for longer than she ever has. "I believe you. I trust you. I love you." She opens the box, removes a string and rips one free, puts the rest in the box and tosses the box onto the table. "Will you allow me to put this on you, please? It is something else I dreamed of quite frequently."
"Anything you want," I breathe, even as my entire body is on fire, and I have to restrain myself with every last iota of willpower I possess.
It takes everything I have to keep still. To not take over. To not flip her to her back and drive inside her.
Instead, I grit my teeth and hold absolutely still as she tears open the condom wrapper and removes the latex ring. She fiddles with it, determining which way it rolls. Fits it to my cock, and then pauses, her eyes on me. And then, grinning lopsidedly, her lower lip caught in her teeth, brows furrowed with wide, awed, innocent eyes, she rolls the condom onto me, hand over hand.
And now…she gnaws on her lip. Searches me. Hesitant, suddenly shy after such boldness. "Riley, I…I need you to…to show me how. I…I do not know what to do and I…"
I pull her down to me and claim her mouth in a soft kiss. "I've got you, sweetheart."
She slides off of me, rolls to her back beside me, gazing at me expectantly, trembling with anticipation. "I'm not frightened," she whispers. "I am nervous but not afraid."
"I'll be as gentle as I possibly can," I murmur. "I promise."
"I cannot wait to be yours," she breathes as we face each other on our sides. "And I cannot wait for you to be mine."
I slide closer to her, slip my hand beneath her head, curl my arm around her, caressing her shoulders, her back, fill my hand with the lush swell of her ass. At my touch, she presses her hips against mine, and the pulsing iron rod that is my erection nudges her belly. I feel her awareness of it in the way her breath hitches as her mouth finds mine, and then she writhes against me, finding that eager heat once more, that wild aggression, that bold assertiveness. She slings her leg over mine, delves her tongue into my mouth and stabs her hands into my hair. Whimpers as I slip my hand between our bodies and find her slit, draw a fingertip up her seam, and find her clit.
"Riley," she gasps. "Please, please, please. No more teasing. Make love to me. Make me yours. Please, my love."
I angle into her, and she willingly, eagerly tips to her back, taking me with her, hands soaring over my shoulders and back. She welcomes me into the soft cradle of her thighs, my hips wedging them apart. Her eager hands flatten against the small of my back, and then she cups my ass in her hands, grips it, digs her fingers into the fat, muscle, and flesh. Her eyes are open wide, unblinking, fixed on my face.
I brace a hand in the pillow beside her, caress her breast, find her clit again and make her jump, gasp, flinching as her arousal pulses at my touch.
"I love you, Cadence Creswell," I say. "Now and forever."
