Page 118 of Light Up The Night
He withdraws once again, and my entire being seems to clench in protest at the loss of him within me, making me cravedesperately the fullness of having him inside me. I wail as he crushes into me without hesitation, arching and driving to take him, and I feel my body clutch around his cock, feel the tight heat swell and surge, expanding from my belly and sex, making my thighs shake around his waist and my arms tingle and my hands tremble.
"Cadie—Cadence," he gasps, sounding shaken, awed, overwhelmed. "You feel…fuck, you feel incredible." He braces both hands beside my face, levered over me, his eyes boring into mine. "You're so goddamned beautiful, Cadence."
I reach up and hold his jaw in my hands and hold his eyes for as long as I can, refusing to look away, to blink, to breathe as he slides into me, withdraws and slides in again, and now I feel him find a rhythm and I pump my hips against him, gasping each time he fills me and whimpering as I lose him—gasp…whimper, gasp…whimper. He groans as he thrusts, and each groan becomes a growl timed to his movements, and our sounds of exertion and ecstasy become a song, a symphony of sighs.
The heat and tightness and pressure and desperation is fire in my veins, and as Riley strokes inside me in slow, deliberate rhythm, I feel a new kind of orgasm rising inside me, this one slow and deep and gripping my body with relentless fury, stoked by Riley's cock sliding inside me, filling me, stretching me, cruising against my clit and sending sparks bursting behind my eyes.
Riley shudders, now, his muscles quavering and quaking as he pulses inside me, pushing deep and thrusting deeper, grunting roughly with each push.
He needs more. He is holding back out of concern for me.
I nibble on his earlobe and then whisper to him. "Let go, Riley."
He shakes his head, snarling softly. "I…I can't. I'll hurt you."
"You will not." I push his face away far enough that he can look at me. I give him my gaze, unflinching and honest. "I want everything you have to give me. You feel incredible inside me, Riley. I want more. I want you to be…I want to feel how badly you crave me, Riley. I don't want your control or your concern. I am strong. I will not break. I can take all of you. Stop holding back, my love. Please. Take me how you need me.Thatis my desire."
He groans, long and low, thrusting slowly and gently, almost teasingly—the way he shakes tells me this is no tease, but torture for him.
This is where my inexperience is a hindrance. A woman with more knowledge of the sexual arts might know how to encourage him to relinquish control.
I lean up and kiss him, give him my tongue and demand he kiss my breath away, and I feel him respond, feel him thrust harder, faster.
How else can I fuel the fires of his desire?
How else can I strip away his control?
I slide my legs down around the back of his thighs and clutch at his backside and pull him against me—he gives a ragged growl, and responds exactly as I'd hoped: with a harder thrust that sends heat boiling through me, swelling the pressure of my nascent orgasm to a shuddering crescendo.
"Riley!” I cry. "Please, my love! More! More!”
I pull at him with my hands and legs and he obeys, thrusting harder, faster, setting a relentless rhythm, now.
"Fuck," he snarls, burying his face in my throat. "Cadie!"
"Riley!Yes!" I dig my fingers in his bottom and pull harder, squeezing, gripping, clawing. "More! I need more of you! I need you, Riley. Love me, please love me more."
He shifts his weight, punching one fist into the pillow at my left ear, and holds my eyes. "Sure you know what you're askingfor, sweetheart? Cause it sounds like you're askin' me to fuck you harder."
"I am," I gasp, clawing my fingers into his backside. "Iamasking that."
"Let me hear you say it, baby." He dips to kiss me, nips my lip.
"What shall I say?" I whisper back. "Give me the words and I shall say them."
"'Fuck me harder, baby,'" he growls, the words scorching directly into my ear. "'Fuck me, Riley.' That's what I want to hear you say. Beg me to fuck you."
There is no hesitation in me. The words emerge from my lips—I move my mouth against his ear. "Fuckme,Riley. Please,please, my love. Show me how it feels when you fuck me as hard as you want."
My heart pounds as I say this, thrilled and shocked and ecstatic—and free.
My soul is wide open, my heart wrapped around his. Fucking is dirty, I'd always thought—crass and crude and bad.
Now I know better: he can fuck me with love, and it is beautiful.
Riley shifts his weight again, leaning back to sit on his heels. He lifts my left leg and drapes it over his shoulder, and then my right, and I feel so vulnerable like this, helpless to his will. At first, he moves as slowly and gently as he has been this whole time, thrusting into me with exquisite gentility. And at this angle, I feel him inside me differently, feel his cock in a new and exciting way. I clutch the sheets at my sides and gaze up at him with my mouth hanging open, so fraught at the new and wild fullness, the way he strokes into me, sliding against my sex in ways that stoke my orgasm hotter and hotter.
I need to touch him—I grab at his forearms and cling to them as he thrusts faster, now. He hunches over me and bends downto kiss me as I am curled up almost double beneath him, my knees crushing against my breasts as he drives into me. I happen to glance down the length of our joined bodies, and cry out as I see his thick, hard cock glistening with my essence disappearing inside me, and for some reason, watching my sex swallow his cock is so arousing I nearly orgasm.
