Page 277 of The Skeikh's Games

Her hands slid from his wrists, down his tanned and muscular forearms — each bulge and wiry tendon alive beneath the surface of his skin — along the tightly balled biceps and up to his rippling chest. There she rested, her thumbnails delicately toying with his nipples while she admired his body. She could feel his sex quivering beneath her. His fingers curled into her hair and pulled her head down so that he could kiss her.

In the rich, earthy atmosphere of the greenhouse, the smell of his body and the washed away cologne was like some kind of wild spice. She breathed him in deeply then pulled away from his mouth. It was her turn to tease him. She wanted to see him reduced to desperate desire as he had done to her, wanted to push him to the point where he could no longer keep in check the powerful beast fighting under his control.

His gaze bore into her as she lowered herself. She maintained his gaze, looking up at him innocently as she wrapped her fingers around his considerable manhood, stroking it slowly and watching his body react. She didn’t feel innocent. She felt naughty. The kind of naughty you feel skinny dipping in the ocean of a deserted beach. The kind of naughty you feel secretly touching yourself with your roommate next door. The kind of naughty you feel staring up into the eyes of your brother’s best friend who is ten years older than you and who has just given you the best orgasm of your life. She savored these forbidden feelings as she scooped up his sex with her mouth. He groaned as she encircled him with both her hands, caressing, twisting, while her mouth teased.

When his abdominal muscles began to tense, she straddled him, pressing lightly against his slick underside, sliding back and forth, but never allowing entry. She could feel each ridge parting her soft folds, scraping along her delicate nub. She could see him tormented with desire, desperate to be inside her. His hands reached out to massage her breasts and soon her own blind lust prohibited her from teasing him any longer. She guided him between her legs and lowered herself onto him, allowing him to fill her once again.

Her legs trembled as his sex pressed against some sweet spot inside her and she bore down on him harder, angling herself to make the most of his exquisite hardness. His hands gripped her hips and although she sat over him, she realiszd once again that she was no longer in control.

He rocked her firmly back and forth, the sweet spot inside her screaming in ecstasy against him. She came again almost immediately as he sat up to hold her body against his. Her fingernails dug into his back as she shook.

He was patient with her as the climax wound and unwound, but when he pushed her backwards to take the dominant position, she knew that his patience had evaporated and now the full fury of the beast was unleashed.

Pushing her legs back, he plunged into her. Their bodies barely touching but for the feverish join at their pulsating sexual cores. Her body rocked back and forth with the force of each stroke and she urged him on with a rising crescendo of ecstatic cries.

She came again, even harder this time, while his thumb massaged the soft nub at the apex of her sex. She had barely recovered from the sheer immensity of it when he flipped her over in one deft movement and propped her on all fours. In this position, she felt the full force of him, his strong hands gripping her buttocks and forcing her against him in tandem with the thrust of his powerful hips.

Riley closed her eyes and buried her face in the warm fabric covering the futon. She was drunk on passion now, able to do nothing, but let him have his way with her as he pleased. “Yes, Nick!” she cried, the only words she could manage. “Yes! Yes! Yes!”

As he reached climaxed, he withdrew from her and collapsed on top of her, forcing her deeper into the mattress as he spent himself on the sheet. The thunder of his groan in her ear sent more shivers up her spine, so much more thrilling than even facing the raw power of the electrical storm outside.

She wriggled around to face him and he planted a kiss on her lips, his eyes now softening once again. “You’re incredible,” he whispered.

She felt butterflies rising in her as he said it and returned his kiss with renewed longing.

As they lay together, panting from their exertion, her head resting on his chest, his hand reaching around her to cup her breast, they watched two butterflies flying in haphazard circles around them before descending.

“Watch this,” said Nick as they alighted on her side. The two butterflies, black with bright blue flecks, perched sipping up the salty sheen of her perspiration. He grinned. “They like you. They must think you’re tasty.”

“Apparently they aren’t the only ones.”

Nick chuckled and kissed her again. She couldn’t decide what was more magical, his laugh or the butterflies still tickling the skin of her thigh.

Outside the storm had passed.

“I really like you, Riley,” said Nick.

“I really like you too. Does this mean you want to be…you know…a thing?”

“A thing? I’d like for you to be my girl, yes.”

“And Matt?”

“I guess we’d have to tell him,” said Nick.

“I have six month left of college. Do you think you could wait that long for me to get back?”

“Could you?”

“Hell, yeah. For you.”

Nick smiled. “Then I can do the same. After all, I’m only gonna be around here working with your brother. Do you want me to tell him?”

“No,” said Riley. “I’ll tell him.”

“You sure?”

“Yeah, it’s the least I can do.”

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