“Jesus, babe. How long have you been like this?” I ask, pushing up and kneeling between her legs. I grip onto delicate satin and pull.
She presses her fingertips against her mouth, softly admitting, “A while,” as she bends her knees and allows me to drag her panties off.
Fuck. A while?
Fuck.
I toss them on the floor and loosen my tie, shaking my head at Riley when she rubs her dirty feet against my dress shirt.
“You wanting to do my laundry?” I ask, cocking an eyebrow.
“Nope,” she giggles, pressing her toes into my ribs. “I’m making it so you have to take that off. I like your chest. I want to see it.”
“Yeah?”
She nods slowly while sucking on her bottom lip.
“I could say the same to you, darlin’,” I tell her, wearing a smirk. When she blushes, I jerk my chin. “You first.”
Without hesitation, Riley drops her feet, sits up, grabs the hem of her dress and yanks it over her head.
I watch as her fat tits bounce free, so full and heavy, her nipples hardening fast as the chilled air hits them.
My nostrils flare as I stare with hunger. Tie gone, I work at the buttons on my shirt and tip my head at the spot on the bed beside her. “Help me out, babe, will you?”
Her eyes find the condom I tossed there, then she’s tearing the wrapper with her teeth and tugging at my slacks at the same time, undoing my belt so she can unbutton and unzip while I toss my dress shirt and tug off my white tee.
Riley’s eyes jump to my chest and hold there, looking from pec to pec.
I see the want in her gaze. The wonder. Maybe her ex isn’t built like me and she isn’t used to seeing bulk like this.
I touch her cheek. She blinks rapidly and tilts her head up. Our eyes catch.
“Waiting, babe,” I prompt, the urge to fuck itching underneath my skin.
Riley nods her head. Then I watch as she goes about freeing my stiff cock. With trembling fingers, she rolls the condom down my length.
“I don’t know what I’m doing,” she admits in an anxious voice, keeping her focus.
I smile hearing that, liking how unpracticed she is.
“The amount of fucking I’m planning on doing tonight, you’ll be an expert by morning,” I promise.
She blushes pink, then pushes the rubber to my base, grips it there, and blinks up at me.
“This okay?” she asks, sounding unsure but looking eager, so fucking willing to please me and to get this right and do it better than anyone ever has.
It fucks with me, that look.
I take her face in my hands and kiss her hard and deep, pushing her to her back and not bothering with my pants or boxers. They stay shoved down to my thighs as I crawl closer and slide the tip of my cock inside her dripping wet pussy. I wait for that little gasp I know she’s going to give me before I thrust home.
And she gives it.
“CJ.”
Riley squeezes my hips with her thighs and keeps one hand flat on my chest and one in my hair, fisting and tugging as I fuck her.
“Yeah, baby,” I pant.
She whimpers and spreads her legs wider.
I feel her fingers move along my skin, tense and curl like she’s trying to tear away pieces of me to keep as I pound into her. We’re kissing and then I’m moving down, still fucking while I play and suck on her nipples.
“Fuck me, these tits,” I growl, palming her left and moving my lips over her right. “So fucking full and heavy and tasting sweet as hell. Fuck, babe.”
Riley bites her lip and then releases it on a moan when I drag my tongue over her nipple.
I lift my head and raise up onto my knees, keeping one hand on her hip and using the other to stroke and touch. “I want you in my bed when we get back,” I tell her, still thrusting slow but hitting deep and bottoming out each time. “I need this gorgeous fucking body in my bed, darlin’.”
Her eyes flicker wider. She licks her lips.
“Okay,” she pants.
I lean over her, brace my hand on the bed beside her halo of blonde, thrust in and slowly drag back out.
“Oh, God,” she breathes, pleasure ripping through her.
“Not done with you,” I growl.
Out, then back in.
“Not even close,” I add.
Riley sucks in a breath. Her body starts tensing, thighs squeezing tighter and breaths coming quicker.
I keep thrusting.
Slower. Harder.
“God,” she moans, closing her eyes. “CJ, oh, my God.”
Her hands move to my shoulders and grip. She tries to pull me down, to get me closer but I want to watch. I need to.
“Look at me, baby,” I tell her. “I wanna see those blue flames while you’re coming.”
I slide my hand between us and start working her clit with my thumb as I keep fucking, slow and hard.
Her eyes flash open, the center of a blaze burning there, flickering like wildfire.
“There it is,” I murmur through a smirk.
Riley gasps, a shy smile lifting her lips.
I drop to my elbow, still working her with my fingers. My hips thrusting. My mouth a breath away. I build it in her fast, watching it in her eyes and feeling the way her body jumps and grows tighter. Then she goes off and she’s grabbing my face and giving me that hot mouth, hard and desperate.
She’s coming and moaning my name and oh, God while she clenches around my dick so goddamn tight I nearly stop breathing.
“Riley,” I growl, pumping into her fast and getting there seconds after she does. “Fuck . . . Riley.”
I empty into the condom and bury my face in her neck.
We come down slow and we kiss even slower. Savoring this. She’s trying to catch her breath and I’m trying to catch mine, both of us clutching at each other until I need to pull away to get cleaned up.
After disposing of the condom, I crawl back into bed, lay on my back and pull Riley close, half against my side and half sprawled across my chest, just like she was last night.
“You’re staying,” I tell her, in case she needs reminding of how I want this to be between us.
Riley’s arm around me squeezes tight. She doesn’t say anything. She doesn’t need to.
I close my eyes. Content. Comfortable.
This feels good. Really fucking good.
The light touches of her fingers on my chest and the curve of my ribs are the last things I remember before sleep pulls me under, and I let it.
Riley isn't going anywhere tonight.
I SHIFT THE gear into park and cut the engine of my car, staring at the house through the windshield.
I know what I’m about to do and I’m ready to do it, only I know it’s most likely going to be awkward and difficult given the fact I’m pulled in the driveway behind Richard’s Ford F150, meaning he’ll be a witness to my pack-and-go, and I really don’t want awkward and difficult.
I want this to be easy. I need this to be easy.
We were together for a year and a half, so unfortunately, I already know.
This isn’t going to be easy.
Grabbing my keys, I get out of the car and head for the front door, squinting in the May sun. I test the knob when I step up onto the porch, and when it isn’t locked, I enter.