Page 71 of Hiding Forever

He leads me by the hand to the other room and closes the door.

I walk to the bed and position myself in the center, where I sit with my feet tucked under my butt.

Riley strolls over and stops at the foot of the bed, staring at me. “I like seeing you on my bed.”

“You’re about to see a lot more,” I murmur and pull my shirt over my head, tossing it at his face.

He catches it with ease and inhales the fabric. “You smell amazing. But you know that, don’t you?”

“Actually, you’re the first to compliment my scent.”

“Insane.” He shakes his head, his gaze shifting to my breasts clearly visible through my lace bra.

His Adam’s apple bobs with a deep swallow. He drops the shirt to the floor and climbs toward me. “Lie back.”

I do, my insides squirming with anticipation. Part of me feels like a teenager again, about to make out with a boy for the first time.

He kisses my raised knee and then hovers above me, lowering only his head to kiss my lips. It starts off slow and sensual but quickly escalates when the weight of his body covers mine. He rocks against me, rubbing his hard length between my legs at a tantalizing pace.

I join him and arch my back when his hands snake under me to unhook my bra. That joins my shirt on the floor. For a moment, he just stares at me, watching as my nipples harden before his eyes. He groans and licks my right nipple. I squirm and moan loudly.

“These might be my favorite part of you,” he murmurs in a sexy tone, “but then, I haven’t ventured south yet.”

As much as I’d love that, I want more on my breasts. They’re so sensitive right now; it’s amazing. I’m about to tell him to wait before going down on me, when he licks my nipple again and sucks it into his mouth.

“Yes. Please, yes!” I arch my back, needing more.

Riley pushes my breasts together and moves back and forth between them, kissing, licking, and sucking my nipples into his glorious mouth.

“Fuck,” he hisses, short of breath. “I could come from just doing this to you.”

“Me, too.” I pull his head back to my breasts in case he’s thinking of moving on. “More. Please.”

His mouth curls up at one side. “Damn, you’re sexy when you beg.” He continues playing with my nipples and breasts until I’m writhing beneath him, so close to coming.

“Riley,” I pant and tangle my fingers in the back of his hair.

“Say my name again and I’ll reward you.”

For someone so easygoing, he likes to take charge in the bedroom, and I can’t say I mind at all.

“Riley,” I purr, curious of my reward.

His tongue finds my nipple again and then he bites down, not too rough but enough to send a twinge of pain that I feel between my legs as moisture pools.

“Again,” I murmur without thought.

He repeats the action on my other breast, and I orgasm with an unexpected rush. Once my body relaxes and clear thought returns to my mind, I apologize. “I’m sorry. That’s never happened before.”

Riley kisses my lips. “Why on earth would you be sorry for that?”

“It was too fast. We were just starting and…”

He quiets me with another kiss. “It wasn’t too fast. It was perfect and shows me how responsive you are. If anything, it’s a compliment to my skills. Guys love when a girl is responsive. Don’t ever apologize for that, certainly never to me.”

Justice hated when I orgasmed too quickly, like it insulted him. It only happened twice in the beginning of our relationship, when he was trying to impress me versus partying himself into a limp-dick philosopher.

Both times, he said I ruined the moment for him and now he had nothing to work toward. He’d have me attend to him so he could get off, then he’d thank me and leave to party with his entourage. I felt used but never said anything about it because I didn’t want to seem needy.

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