Riley’s breathing became harsher. Just as she got close to the brink, I took my hand away from her mound. Swift as I could, I flipped her around, shifting her beneath me. I twisted her panties in my hands and shucked them from her thighs. Her legs opened right away, and I didn’t waste any time burying my face against her wetness.
With as much self-control as I could muster, I took my sweet time licking and teasing Riley’s soft opening. Sharp hisses and low moans filled the room. She was loud, and I loved it. You’d think the girl hadn’t been touched by a man in years.
I sped my motions up and furiously lapped at her tight pearl. Her hands found the top of my head, and sharp nails dug into my scalp, but the pain only spurred me on. Riley finally exploded with a deep cry, her body trying to twist away from the intensity of what she was experiencing.
I didn’t give her any time to recover. At this point, I was in actual pain. Rearing up onto my knees, I ripped my shirt off and tossed it to the floor. I had to stand to get my pants and boxers off, but that just took me halfway to the bedside table. Ripping the small drawer open, I seized a condom and rolled it on.
Riley waited for me right where I left her, one finger pressed against the corner of her mouth. The city lights glowed on one side of her face, making her look like the subject of a carefully constructed photograph.
I eased down onto my side and unhooked and removed her bra. She rolled sideways to face me, one hand propping her head up. My palm took charge, blazing a path down the side of her body and over her hips. Riley’s eyes closed halfway, and her free hand pressed against my chest. Her fingers squeezed my muscles and slid south, gliding their way across my abs.
My cock jerked as her hand found it. She tugged it lightly, almost gingerly. Lightning bolts seemed to shoot across my vision. I couldn’t wait one more second. I needed to be inside this woman. I needed to hear her ragged breathing, to have her say my name.
Seizing Riley’s hips, I guided her onto her back. I lowered myself onto her, sliding perfectly between her legs. She lifted her head, eager to meet my mouth. Our lips collided just as I pushed inside of her.
Riley sighed into my mouth, and her walls squeezed around me. Hooking my arms around her back, I pumped into her in a slow, steady pace. Pleasure wracked my body as I worked to control my movements, not wanting this to end too soon. Sweat leaked from each pore, creating a slick barrier between our bodies.
Riley gasped and jerked underneath me, her beautiful eyes rolling back into her head. I increased the speed, pouring all the energy I had into taking her. She shook and erupted, her hands clutching onto my shoulders for dear life. I let loose and exploded into her. My orgasm went on and on, never seeming to end.
Completely emptied and exhausted, I eased myself off of Riley and collapsed next to her. Our thick breaths filled the air, and my head spun with giddiness.
What just happened?
I’d had a lot of sex, and with a lot of women. I’d had the most vanilla sex possible, and sex that would make a porn star blush. But what I just had with Riley was something different.
Different. But that’s what everything with her was, wasn’t it?
CHAPTER SEVEN
Riley
Eyes still closed, I rolled onto my stomach and buried my face in the cool pillow. Everything around me felt delicious. The sheets were silky soft and the comforter thick. But how long had I been sleeping? Taking a deep breath, I opened my eyes and eased up to sitting.
The first thing I noticed was that I was alone in Xavier’s bedroom. The other side of the bed was rumpled from a night of activity but missing the man who fell asleep next to me. The blinds on the windows were half-closed, keeping the room in a semi-dark state. It could have been any hour of the morning. I rubbed my eyes, peered at the bedroom door, and listened for any nearby sounds.
There was nothing. Tossing the sheets and comforter off, I stood up. I had fallen asleep completely naked, but the temperature in the penthouse was perfect. I didn’t need clothes at all.
Not that I’m going to walk around nude in some other person’s apartment. Even if we did just have sex.
I caught sight of my dress on the floor. Snatching it up, I began the search for the rest of my belongings. My purse sat on a nearby chair, but my shoes and underwear proved harder to find.
I contemplated the previous night as I shimmied into my panties and slipped on my high heels. I. Went. Home. With. Xavier. Fields. It almost seemed unbelievable. Then again, I had known where this whole thing was headed from the beginning. I’d tried to stay away, but I couldn’t. And I’d done the one thing I knew would be a bad idea. I slept with Xavier on the first date.
If he really was the womanizer I first suspected, I’d walked right into his trap. Not that I didn’t enjoy it. God, did I enjoy it. I’d almost forgotten how good sex could be. Or maybe it was just that I’d never had sex like the kind I’d had with Xavier.
Realizing I hadn’t put my bra on, I began a search around the room for it. Not finding it under the covers or on the floor, I dropped to my knees and lifted the bed’s skirt. There my bra sat, a few inches under the bed. Right next to it rested a light brown box. I pulled out my bra and eyed the box. Normally I wouldn’t be so curious, but it was the only thing under the bed. I’d also noticed that Xavier didn’t have a lot of personal objects in his room. There was basically only furniture. Whatever was in the box must have been important to him.
I glanced at the doorway. Should I, or shouldn’t I?
“Hello?” I called.
No answer. It seemed I really was alone in the apartment. Which meant this was probably my only chance to get an inside look at the mystery that was Xavier Fields. Slowly, I pulled the box out and lifted the cover.
The box was full of objects, one of them a black leather whip and another a pair of handcuffs. There were also ribbons of soft satin and rubber toys I didn’t recognize. I did know they were all sex toys though. A rush of excitement went through me at the same time guilt pointed its finger. I closed the box and pushed it back under the bed.
So Xavier was into rough play. I’d never experienced it myself, though I’d wondered about it from time to time. What would it be like to be tied up? To be completely at another person’s whim and mercy?
Would I even get the chance to find out? Or was Xavier tired of me already, and that was why I woke up to an empty apartment?
I figured I might be being silly. It was Monday morning. He likely had to rush to work. At this point, I still didn’t know a lot about the guy… other than that he showed me an amazing evening the night before. And that kind of thing was going to be hard to let go of.