Her lips graze my neck on the way to my ear. “I said can you feel how much I want you, Riley?”
“Yes, Ariela. Fuck, yes.”
She shoves her hand down my pants.
I can handle this, I tell myself. I can.
Until her lips touch mine.
There's no turning back now.
I devour her lips, reveling in the taste of her tongue, the urgency of her hips moving against mine. There’s only so much I can take. I move on top of her. She quickly parts her legs, making room for me, and pushes my pants off with her feet.
Moments later, I’m inside her and out of control. Pounding into her over and over, going deeper and deeper the harder I get, fucking her like there’s no tomorrow. I’m going to do this all fucking night.
“Oh, Riley. My god,” she says, panting in pleasure.
And that causes me to lose it. A few more thrusts and I’m moaning myself.
I get rid of the condom in the bathroom and walk back out, figuring it's about time to wake up from this dream. But she’s lying on the floor, naked, on top of a fluffy white rug.
And she’s fucking beautiful.
I take a moment to study her.
“You look beautiful,” I tell her, lying on my side next to her and brushing my hand across her chest. “You look the same. You feel the same.” I glide my hand across her curves from the side of her breast, down the valley to her waist, up a slender hip, and across her thigh.
I never allowed myself to think about her during the days since she left, but she often invades my dreams at night when I'm defenseless.
She doesn’t bother with a condom this time, just sees that I’m hard again, pushes me into the rug, then lowers herself on top of me.
I sit up, wrapping my arms around her in a hug, kissing her shoulder.
It’s like I’ve never had sex before. This becomes my new ultimate. The feel of her hands running across my back, the smell of her hair, the way her hips feel in my hands, the perfect little motions, and the way she seems to be controlling my body.
But then she starts moving faster, riding me harder and throwing her head back, moaning.
That simple vision of seeing her in the heat of passion makes me lose myself. I grab her hips, forcing her up and down on top of me until I explode inside her.
I lay my head on her shoulder in exhaustion. Her mouth is at my neck, layering on sweet kisses. I kiss her shoulder and hold her tightly, still afraid I’m going to wake up to find this isn’t real. This, this is why no one has ever compared. Ariela is the only girl I can truly say I’ve ever made love to.
“You look the same, but you're different,” I observe. “More confident in yourself during sex.”
“Who me?” she says surprised. “No, I don't really like sex much anymore,” she blurts out, then realizing what she admitted, immediately lowers her head in embarrassment.
“You didn’t like that?” I ask, shocked.
“No, god, no, Riley. That. Us. You. Was amazing. I just meant, before this.”
“Nothing has ever compared to us,” I state, knowing exactly what she means.
“That’s what I meant.”
“Hang on,” I tell her. “I’m going to roll you over, but I want to stay inside you.”
She looks like she’s going to cry, but more out of happiness. I touch her face. “I still love you, in case you couldn’t tell.”
Holding her ass to keep her close to me, I roll over, so we’re lying face to face.
“I still love you too, Riley. I never stopped.”
I push her chin up and kiss her softly.
Just softly.
Then I back away slightly. “Do you remember how you wished me luck before the homecoming game? I found you naked in my bed.”
“I wasn't completely naked,” she says with a grin. “I had my pompoms.” She grabs our underwear off the floor and holds them in front of her chest like she did the pompoms. “Go, Cougars!” she says, throwing her arms into the air and revealing her perfect breasts.
I bend down and circle one with my tongue, taking it in my mouth and sucking on it, while growing hard again.
“Riley, you're—”
“Getting hard inside you? That's what happens when you wear nothing but pompoms.”
TUESDAY, OCTOBER 7th
Captive Films - Santa Monica
RILEY
“Where have you been?” Dallas says as I enter my office and go straight to my closet. “We were supposed to have a meeting twenty minutes ago. And you know I fucking hate early morning meetings.”
I grab a suit, shirt, and tie and take it into my bathroom to change.
“Wait. Are you wearing the same suit you had on yesterday?” he asks.
“Yeah, that’s why I’m changing,” I say from the bathroom.
“Must have been a hell of a business dinner last night. Who did you meet with?”
I walk out into my office buttoning my shirt. “Dave from Capital.”
“Oh,” he says, looking confused. “Then you went out?”
“I went to see Ariela. And I know I'm gonna sound like a girl when I say this but we are like magic together. She's so beautiful and I'm so ruined.”