And with those words I gave my body over to Riot. I let him lead me, let him set the pace, let him put my mind at ease.
He straddled my thighs, both his hands on my stomach, then slid them up slowly. He gripped the cups of my bra and pulled both down, exposing my breasts. He palmed one of them, but bent low to take the other in his mouth. I arched again, offering him everything. As my back lifted off the bed, his hands snaked around and unlatched my bra, pulling it down my shoulders, then his mouth returned to my breast, sucking and pulling.
He rolled off me, keeping one thigh draped over my leg, his mouth still working my nipple, and his other hand snaked down my front, slipping into the waistband of my leggings. I immediately flexed my hips, trying to give him the access he needed, wanting desperately to feel him. When his fingers slipped into my folds I gasped at the contact. As he dipped into me, he groaned. His sounds made goose bumps pop up all over my skin; the feeling of his voice vibrating against my sensitive nipple was dangerously erotic.
With two fingers deep inside me, gently stroking my front wall, his thumb rubbing gentle circles around my clit, I could hardly contain the fast and powerful orgasm that ripped through me.
“That’s it, baby. Give it all over to me,” he rasped, his mouth coming back down to lick slow and leisurely circles around my nipple. When I’d finally settled from the hasty and powerful orgasm, he wasted no time sliding down my body and removing the last pieces of clothing I wore, splaying kisses as he went. My body was thrumming, vibrating with need. My hands were gripping his biceps, pulling him up to my mouth so my lips could press against his. He pulled away from me, stood at the foot of the bed and slowly took his clothes off, watching me the entire time as I gripped the sheets, if only to have something to do with my hands.
When he was finally free from his clothes, I watched as he climbed over me. My hands instinctively reached for him, wrapping around his back, while my ankles locked behind his thighs. I could feel his jutting erection resting against my folds, and I wanted to be filled with him. I wanted the emptiness, both physical and emotional, to go away.
“You’re mine now,” he said, slowly pushing into me, his eyes locked on mine. “I will never let anyone hurt you. You never have to worry about being alone again. I’ve got you.” He said the words as he pushed farther into me than I thought possible. I was gasping from the fullness, breathless, frozen. His mouth crashed down to mine and he kissed me feverishly as he pumped in and out, each time hitting a spot I never knew existed, couldn’t have even fathomed the waves of bliss it would bring each time he stroked in, paused, but then pushed in just a fraction more. His arms came to encircle me, his hands gliding around my waist then moving upward, over my shoulder blades and then curving around the top, gripping me on either side of my neck. He pulsed in and out, pulling me down by my shoulders, his mouth laving kisses on the side of my neck between grunts and growls.
Every part of him was wrapped around me and I was fully tangled around him, and I had never felt so right before, so balanced, so complete.
His hips began to pound into me faster, my breaths hitched even more with every stroke, and eventually, with the sound of him groaning as he came, I fell over the cliff with him. We came, but he didn’t stop kissing me, didn’t stop pushing my hair away from my face, or running his fingertips down my cheek. We eventually fell to our sides, my hands still clinging to his back, his mouth still whispering kisses against me, and we stayed that way until we fell asleep.
Chapter Seventeen
Protect Her
Riot
I woke early the next morning, Kalli still wrapped tightly around me. I loved the feeling of her pressed against me, but I also hated it, knowing the reason behind her tight grasp. We’d finally moved into a better light when it came to her dealing with Marcus’ death, and then her father had to fuck everything up with his lame attempt at making amends.
I’d watched Kalli regress the night before. I’d watched as she questioned herself, questioned her own worthiness, questioned whether or not she was even capable of the kind of love we shared. That hurt. But it didn’t hurt her enough to push me away. When I saw the doubt in her eyes, all I wanted to do was prove it wrong. I wanted to show her that she was the most loving person I’d ever met, and that she was fully capable of loving someone without this tragic flaw of running away.