Slowly, Carlise brought a hand to his erection and ran one finger down the side. He twitched instantly, as if her touch were electrified.
Riggs groaned and gripped the base of his dick and squeezed hard. “Touch me again,” he pleaded. “Please. I need your hands on me.”
Smiling, loving that even though he was kneeling over her, she seemed to have all the power at the moment, Carlise returned her hand to his throbbing cock. She grasped him tightly, amazed when her thumb and finger didn’t touch, and stroked upward.
He hadn’t let go of the grip he had on the base, and he threw his head back as he groaned.
Delighted, Carlise began to stroke him slowly. Men’s cocks were so amazing. Hard as steel, and yet the skin was so soft. His head fell forward, and he pierced her with his intense gaze. It surprised Carlise that he was staring at her, and not at her hand on his cock. She alternated looking up at him and down at what she was doing.
“I hope you weren’t just being nice when you said what you did earlier,” he growled in a low, tortured voice.
“About what?” she asked, fascinated at how much precome was leaking out of his dick as she stroked him.
“About you being all right with me coming first.”
“I wasn’t just being nice,” she reassured him. Seeing how aroused he was, how much he wanted her, was a huge turn-on. She didn’t think she’d ever had a man look at her the way Riggs was right at that moment. As if she was the light of his world. As if she made the world itself turn.
She removed her hand and wiggled under him, trying to sit up slightly.
Riggs straightened to his knees, giving her room to move. “Am I hurting you?” he asked in concern.
She didn’t reply, just grabbed the hem of the shirt she wore and pulled upward, arching her back so she could get the material over her head. She threw the shirt to the side and lay back down. “I don’t want to get your shirt dirty,” she said coyly as she smiled at him.
“Shit,” he swore as his gaze fixed on her chest. “You’re perfect. Look at you, woman. Your tits are . . . damn . . .”
His reaction was all she could hope for and more. Carlise arched her back, even as she reached for his cock.
“Yes . . . God, your hand feels so good. So soft. More, harder, please . . . just like that! I’m gonna come.”
And he did. Without warning, a burst of come flew out of his cock, hitting her chest. She laughed when another spurt came out. Then another. Her hand was slippery from his orgasm, and the look on his face was almost one of pain rather than pleasure. She had ropes of come on her chest and probably on her face, too, but Carlise didn’t care.
She’d never felt so desirable before. Riggs hadn’t even lasted thirty seconds after she’d gotten naked. There was no better sign that he was attracted to her than that.
She expected him to collapse on top of her, but she should’ve known he wouldn’t do anything she thought other men would do. His hands reached out, and he touched her reverently. His palms flattened on her chest, and he began to massage his release into her skin. The scent of him, musky and earthy, filled the air.
“I hope you’re comfortable,” he said almost conversationally.
“What? Why?”
“Because we’re going to be here awhile. Now that you took the edge off, I can take my time. Find out what you like . . . what makes you squirm, what makes you squeal, what makes you lose control. The good thing about living out here in the middle of nowhere is that there are very few distractions. I’m gonna take my time and show you how amazing sex can be.”
His little speech was a bit conceited. He was assuming she didn’t already know that sex could be good. But Carlise had a feeling any experiences she’d had in the past would pale in comparison to what this man could do to her, so he might have a reason to be conceited.
In response, she arched into his touch. “What are you waiting for then?”
“Your permission. Your consent. Your assurance that you want me as badly as I want you. I want all of you, Carlise. Your trust, your body, your heart.”
She stilled under him.
“I’m in love with you,” he said without a trace of hesitation. “I don’t know how it happened so fast, or why, but I know you’re it for me. The last woman I’ll ever want. The last I’ll ever have. You’re the woman I’ve been looking for my entire life. And suddenly there you were, practically on my doorstep. I’m a lucky son of a bitch, and I’m going to do whatever it takes to make sure you never want to leave me.”
Her mouth was dry, and her throat was tight. Was this man for real?
Her life had been a whirlwind lately, but from the second she’d seen him passed out on his bed from a fever . . . she’d known. Even if she wasn’t ready or able to admit it at the time. He was hers.
Deep down, she suspected that was why she so willingly took care of him for three days. Why she wasn’t freaked out to sleep next to him when he was still a stranger. Why she’d trusted him so quickly.
“Carlise?” he asked, his hands stilling. He was palming both her breasts, and it seemed as if every muscle in his body was frozen in time.
“Yes. Touch me, Riggs. You have my permission and consent. I’ve wanted you from the moment I saw you. I’m yours. All of me. I . . . I love you too.”
Passion bloomed in his eyes. “I hope you aren’t just saying that to be nice,” he said somewhat desperately.
Carlise couldn’t help but laugh. “I may not like conflict, but I’d never agree to a man touching me, making love to me, just to be nice.”
Riggs’s hands began moving again. He kneaded her breasts before leaning down and taking one of her nipples into his mouth and sucking hard. He didn’t ease into it. Didn’t let her get used to his touch, he simply went for it with gusto right out of the gate.
Carlise’s pussy wept for him, and she arched into his mouth, grabbing hold of his head and fisting his hair in an iron grip. “Yessssss,” she hissed.
His other hand moved to her hip, clutching her underwear. Lifting up, Carlise assisted as best she could to get them off, all while writhing in pleasure under the ministrations of his tongue and the suction of his mouth.
When she kicked the scrap of material off the bed, Riggs went up on his knees again, adjusting to kneel between her thighs, then stared down at her. This time, his gaze wasn’t on her face, instead roaming over her chest and torso before zeroing in on her pussy.
“Damn, woman.”
Carlise grinned, thankful she’d taken the time to trim herself in the shower the day before. She didn’t like to go bare because it was a pain to maintain, and she didn’t like looking like a kid down there, but she kept the hair trimmed short on her mons and shaved bare on her labia.
Feeling sexy as hell, his words still reverberating in her head, Carlise bent her knees and slowly spread her legs as far as she could.
Riggs licked his lips as he watched, the hunger easy to see in his gaze. Amazingly, his cock was hard again, and every time he moved, she felt it brush against her thigh, her lower belly. The thought of taking him inside her was becoming an obsession.
“Touch me, Riggs,” she said firmly.
“Where?” he whispered.
“Everywhere.”
His eyes came back up to her face, and he grinned. “Hold on, sweetheart. This is gonna be intense.” Then he moved.
Chapter Eleven
Chappy felt as if he’d stuck his finger in a socket. Electricity buzzed through his system. The orgasm he’d had minutes earlier felt like it was days ago. His cock was hard and ready to go once again, which was almost a normal state when he was around Carlise.