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The one that could make my body sing.
Instead, he shifts, hands going to my ass and lifting until I’m wrapping my legs around his waist, pressed to the wall. It’s then I feel how hard he is, my hips rocking to find something, anything to take the ache away.
“Tell me to stop,” he says, standing in front of me, pressing me to the wall, my legs wrapped around his hips.
I shake my head, his lips trailing down my neck, sucking and nipping and causing me to moan.
“I can’t,” I whisper.
“Need to hear you say yes, Stella. I won’t wake up knowing you regret this.” I close my eyes and take in a deep breath, trying to channel my common sense and come up with a real answer, but all I can focus on is how much I miss him. Miss this.
How much I miss being Riggins’ entire world.
I don’t say yes the way he asks, but I say what Ineedto say.
“Destroy me. You’ve done it once before. What’s a little pain with my pleasure?” He lets out a deep groan, but it seems to be what he needs to hear because he steps back, his hands gripping my ass tighter, my hands gripping at his neck, my hips tipping forward to grind against him as he moves away from the wall. His teeth nip at my neck, harder than before, harder than he ever would have dared all those years ago.
A feral noise leaves my throat, loving it.
He walks through a doorway I instantly recognize as his childhood bedroom, and I giggle a bit at the idea of us finally fucking in this bed after years of not. I barely have time to take in the room before he’s throwing me on the bed.
“Shirt, off,” he says, reaching behind his head to grab his tee shirt and I watch as his creeps up his front.
Normally, I’d argue. It’s all I know how to do with Riggins these days, but, for the first time, winning is outweighed by need. Absolutely, all-consumingneed.The kind that burns in my veins soothed only when his fingers touch mine. They the waistband of my shorts, tugging them to my ankles, grazing as he goes, taking my underwear.
I pull my shirt off with my bra as well, tossing it in the corner. My chest rises and falls as he stands straight again. So much has changed—his shoulders are broader, and his skin is healthy. Muscles twine down his arms, carved but still lean, his stomach flat, taut muscles disappearing under his jeans. His hand, long fingers, and tiny scars and calluses move up, brushing through his hair before moving to the button on his jeans with ease.
I lean back on my hands, my legs stretched and crossed as the ankle, watching. His lips tip up, his dimple showing as he looks at me before shaking his head like he’s entertained by me. I would laugh or smile or say something, but then he’s pushing his jeans and boxer briefs down, and I’m at a loss. His hard, thick cock juts out, bobbing as he stands tall again.
He crosses his strong arms on his chest and lets his eyes survey me as I have been him. His gaze goes from my face, taking it in, weighing how I feel as he always seems to do now, down to my breasts, not large but one he always loved; nipples peaked before moving down to my belly. When I shift, I uncross my legs and widen them a bit. Letting him see me.
“Jesus fuck, Stella,” he whispers like he’s in awe before moving onto the bed on his knees, crawling up to between my legs; I shift back, pulling my head to the pillows, but I prop myself up again when he stops before he’s laying atop me.
“Riggins, what—” I start, but I swallow my words when a hand goes to both thighs, widening me further as he lays between my legs.
His eyes look up, and his face is suddenly feral, serious, and crazed with desire.
“I’ve been waiting to taste you for seven years. Now, be patient, and let me enjoy this.”
“Let you enjoy this?” I ask with a laugh, looking from my body to him. But the laugh stops when he runs his tongue over me, from the entrance to clit, and quickly sucks there. A deep, low moan leaves me as I tip my head back, but I look at him again when he stops.
His eyes are on me, serious and full of fire. “And you’re going to watch, little star.”
Something in me knows that’s a demand, and I take it seriously.
I watch as his head lowers, lips wrapping around my clit and sucking hard. I scream out a moan, hips bucking up, but one of his wide, rough hands moves to my belly, holding me in place, his eyes still boring into mine. I pant, and then I scream as his free hand moves between my legs, two fingers sliding inside me easily and crooking.
“Oh, my fucking god, Riggins!” I shout, the fire in my belly pooling, heat taking over my body. I’m so close. It’s been just a minute or so, and I’m already at the edge of the cliff. I can’t even getmyselfoff this quickly, but here he is, gathering up years and years of pent-up sexual frustration and channeling it into something I know is going to be huge.
My hand moves up, inching and rolling my nipple, making my pussy clamp around his fingers, and he must like it, the look or the feel, I’m not sure, but either way, he moans around my clit where his tongue is expertly flicking me. I scream, my free hand moving to tangle in his long hair, holding him in place as I start to help, to ride his face, to help him finger fuck me.
It creeps up, starting at my toes and traveling up and up and up. Right when it’s about to crest, his eyes lock on mine, his teeth scrape my overly sensitive clit right as he crooks his fingers and pushes them in deep, and I explode.
I come, and I come, and Icome, my body quaking, his tongue lapping as I moan his name, dragging out this orgasm until I feel wrung out from it, at which point he moves finally, looking at my panting body, pleased.
Finally, I let my eyes drift closed.
I’m still catching my breath when Riggins crawls up my body, caging me there before kissing me wild. I taste myself on him, feel it on his chin, and it makes me gasp in pleasure.
