She was warm and silky, and salty sweet.
She was perfect and precious.
I gripped her thighs harder, and damn near whimpered as I swept my tongue through the center of her, the same place where she’d guided my fingers last time. I flicked my tongue over the little nub that had made her come for me, her clit, knowing if I moved my tongue over it, if I kissed and licked and sucked, I could make her come again.
But I wanted to explore first. I traced the delicate, slick folds of her pussy, and worked my way down to her opening, dipping the tip of my tongue inside. Oh God. So good.
Riley gasped, and her fingers threaded through my hair, fisting. I liked that. And she seemed to be enjoying what I was doing, but I needed to be sure.
“You like that, darlin’?” I don’t know where the endearment came from, but it felt right.
She gasped. “Yes…don’t stop.”
Stop? I never wanted to stop. I wanted to stay right there. My mouth pressed up against her pretty pussy, her taste on my tongue, her scent filling my head. Knowing that I was giving her pleasure filled me with pride. With happiness. Made me even harder, when I thought that was impossible.
If I could make her feel good like this all the time, maybe she wouldn’t leave me. Maybe she’d stay. Maybe she’d overlook my constant inability to know the right thing to do or say.
I teased her tight opening again. Releasing one of her rounded thighs, I rested my finger right there, gently circling, pressing against it, sliding over the spot I wanted inside so badly.
“Please,” Riley gasped.
“You want me to push inside, darlin’?” I choked out.
“Yes, God yes.”
Oh Christ. On a broken curse, I slid my finger into her hot, tight heat and had to drop my other hand between my thighs and squeeze. I groaned as I dragged my finger out and pushed back in, mimicking what I wanted to do with my heavy, throbbing cock. It was like molten steel trying to burst through the front of my pants.
I was burning up. Burning for her.
I thrust in and out faster, my tongue sliding over her clit. Riley gripped my hair tighter, crying out, and wiggled her hips, pushing up against my mouth. She wanted more. I slid my finger out and pushed back in with a second one, my breath shuddering out of me when she arched and moaned, spreading her thighs wider.
I gripped my cock through my pants harder and wrapped my lips around her dainty clit and sucked.
“Cash, oh God. Oh God.”
Her lovely round bottom lifted off the table, the muscles inside her clenching tight around my fingers, then releasing, over and over.
She screamed, and my gaze snapped up to her.
“Am I hurting you?” I started to pull back, horrified.
She shook her head frantically and kept hold of my hair, grinding against my face. “Don’t stop!”
I groaned again, in relief, in pure pleasure. I’d done this. I’d made her feel this good. I’d made her come so hard she’d screamed. I didn’t stop. I sucked her clit, lapped at it gently as she jolted and twitched, as her pussy continued to grip and release my fingers, until she stopped tugging my hair and collapsed back, limp and, hopefully, well satisfied.
Pressing kisses to the soft skin of her inner thigh, I continued working myself with my hand, unable to look away from her.
“I can’t believe you’ve never done that before,” she said, panting and blinking down at me.
The pride filling me spread. “It was good?”
She sat up, a smile on her beautiful face. “You doubt it? It’s never been that good. No one else has ever made me come that hard.”
My hand stopped working my cock, and my gut twisted. I didn’t like that. I hated that. I drew in a rough breath as anger at the faceless men who had touched my wife, who had made her come, who had been inside her, fired through me. “Don’t…don’t talk about other men, Riley. I don’t want to think about anyone else touching you.”
I wanted to hunt them down and hurt them.
She scooted closer and cupped my face with both hands, brushing her thumb over my beard. “You have nothing to worry about. I promise.”
She glanced down to where my hand still rested over the thick ridge of my erection and licked her lips. Shimmying forward, she climbed off the table, moved in between my spread thighs, and dropped to her knees.
“Darlin’?” I choked out.
She popped the button of my pants and peered up at me, a sexy, wicked smile on her lips. “It’s my turn for a reward, don’t you think?”
5
Riley
I took in the fierce need in Cash’s eyes and had to pull in a steadying breath.
This massive, silent, intense man confused the hell out of me. He also turned me on like I’d never experienced.
I’d pushed him for more after our first kiss three days ago, and he’d withdrawn, and there I was doing it again. But I couldn’t help myself. I didn’t know what he was thinking, why he’d been avoiding me, but I’d made the decision to let him come to me when he was ready. I’d needed him to decide what he wanted. And honestly, I couldn’t take more rejection, not from Cash.
I slid down his zipper and had to bite my lip when he froze, when the huge man looking down at me went rock solid, holding his breath as I revealed what he had underneath.
His long, wide fingers curled and uncurled at his side, an unmistakable tremble to them that made my heart ache and my body sing.
I’d seen him standing in the dark by the barn, gazing back at the house every night the last few nights.
And I’d lain there when he finally slid into bed late, when he’d drawn me close, thinking I was asleep. His deep sigh brushing my hair. The pounding of his heart thudding against my cheek.
He wanted me. I didn’t doubt that. But it was obvious communicating what he wanted wasn’t easy for him. I thought of his emails and shook off the fear in my belly, that maybe I’d been wrong, that he wasn’t the man I’d thought he was, the man I’d grown to care about—that he might never let me in.
It’s only been four days.
This was all new to him—the relationship, the sex. He just needed time, that’s all.
I slid my hand inside his pants and took his incredibly hard cock in my hand. He was thick and long and veined. The skin was tinged purple, the head an angry red, and pre-come leaked in a steady stream from the tip. No, there was no mistaking how much he wanted me, at least like this.
I gave him a slow stroke. He had his eyes squeezed shut, teeth gritted, sweet agony lining his face. “Look at me,” I whispered.
His eyelids snapped open, those bluest of blue eyes locking with mine. Eyes that showed me right to the gentle, kind soul of him. As always, they drew me in, that sense of rightness moving over me, that I was where I was meant to be.
My safe harbor.
The family I’d never had and so desperately wanted.
“You’re hurting, aren’t you?” I whispered.
Teeth still gritted, he dipped his chin.
“You’re beautiful here, did you know that?” I said, stroking him again, telling him the truth. His thigh muscles bunched, going rock hard. “You’re beautiful everywhere. So strong. So big. You can protect me, can’t you, Cash? You’ll always protect me?” The words came from deep inside me. Needy. Weak. But I’d been afraid for so long.