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Sex with Riley is nothing like fucking the hookers. My experiences with them are nothing more than a physical release of sexual frustration. Being inside of Riley is completely different. I don’t want to come—I don’t want this to end. I would be willing to endure anything else as long as I can feel this way again.
Arching my back, I pull almost all of the way out of her and then slide forward again. Riley’s eyelids flutter, and she gasps as I do it again and again. Watching her is too much—I have to look away or I’m going to be finished.
I tilt my head back. Through my partially closed eyes, I see my reflection in the two-way mirror. Is someone watching us? Maybe there is no one there today. Could that be why Riley has acquiesced? Would she be in trouble if someone were to see us?
I regain a little control and focus my thoughts back on the woman below me. I run my hands over her sides, her stomach, and her breasts. I caress her shoulder and her neck as I press my mouth against her lips and taste her with my tongue. I kiss down the front of her neck and over each collarbone, running my tongue along her skin.
I find one breast with my hand, cup it, and run my thumb over her nipple before I take it into my mouth. Riley’s moans become more audible as I lick and suck at first one and then the other. She runs her hands up and down my back and bends her legs so she can push against the bed with her feet.
Pulling back, I wrap a hand around her knee and p
ull her leg up to give myself a better angle. My penetrations go deeper, and Riley squeezes her eyes shut as she tilts her head back. Her shoulders press into the bed, and she arches her back as she cries out.
The sight is glorious. It nearly brings me to tears.
Pressure is already building inside of me. I don’t just feel it in my cock and balls. The tension spreads through my legs, my stomach, and my chest. It’s tempting to just let go—in fact, I would be content to stay right where I am for the rest of eternity—but I don’t want this to end quickly, so I fight against the need. Guiding my cock slowly, I penetrate completely with each stroke, and Riley begins to moan beneath me.
With my hand still wrapped around her leg, I lean forward and kiss her shoulder, her neck, and her ear. I want to taste every part of her, discover every nuance of her skin. Her breath is warm as it escapes from her mouth in sharp gasps, and she digs her nails into my shoulders. Though my skin registers it as pain, I crave more of it. I tilt my hips, pressing hard against her pubic bone. I can feel her shudder as she pushes against me.
She cries out and nearly lifts herself off the bed. I feel her body clamp around my cock as she claws at my back. My balls tighten and my stomach quivers. I’m balancing on the edge, but I can’t hold back any longer.
When I come in her, it isn’t just the physical tension that releases. My body feels instant relief, and my mind feels liberated. Everything I have been through up to this point no longer matters. It’s brought me to this moment.
Dropping on top of her body, I wrap my arms around her and hold her close to me, wanting to hang on to the feeling. I’m afraid if I let go, it will all slip from my grasp, and I’ll never feel this peace again.
I am completely and totally sated. I could have run a marathon, fought off a platoon, and spent hours lifting weights and not have been any more exhausted than I am right now. Beyond the exhaustion there is satisfaction—deep, warm, and comforting.
This is what bliss is.
Riley’s smell is different, too. It’s still sweet, but there’s an undercurrent of something else I hadn’t noticed before. My cock twitches inside of her, and I realize her scent is now laced with mine. I touch the top of her head with my cheek and inhale deeper.
“Sten, you’re crushing me.”
Slowly, I pull out of her, push myself up, and roll to one side. I start to position myself to give her enough room next to me, intending to hold her closely as long as she will let me, but my plans are quickly thwarted.
Riley immediately pushes herself off the bed. She reaches down to her torn lab coat, but there isn’t enough of it in one piece to bother with. She sets the remnants on the table and walks quickly to the cabinet where she dresses in clothing far too big for her.
She says nothing as she wraps her arms around herself and rushes out the door.
Chapter 7
“Tell me more about yourself.” I lie on my side with my head propped up on my arm as I watch Riley enter data into her tablet.
“What do you want to know?” Riley tilts her head, cocking an ear in my direction but doesn’t look at me. She keeps her focus on the tablet in her hands.
She has been visibly agitated all day, but I have no idea why. Even her tone during training was short, her words clipped when she gave me my instructions. She’s going through the final stats for the day, and soon she’ll prepare my evening meal and leave for the night. She’s offered no clue as to why she’s upset, and I can’t help but think it has to do with last night. I don’t know why she ran off like she did, and I don’t know how to broach the subject.
I’m afraid of her answer.
“Tell me everything.”
“You’re going to have to give me something specific,” she says. “Otherwise, I’ll have to start with ‘I was born at a very young age.’”
“How old are you?”
“I was born the same year the comet hit. I’ll be thirty this spring.”
“What’s the date?”
