I laugh and tell her, “That’s exactly what I’m doing, sweetheart.” But Idoubt she even hears me over her own panting breaths.
Turning off the vibrator, I toss it to the bed and spend a moment taking her in while her eyes are closed. Her perfect naked body, the rapid rise and fall of her chest, the way her thighs are still trembling slightly.
Shit, she’s so damn hot. Eating her out is such a turn on, but getting to use a toy on her and seeing her thrash around like that was something else.
My own desire to come has really ramped up now, so I give her side a caress, then move up to the head of the bed, propping myself against the pillows beside her. I run my fingers through her hair and grab my vibrator.
As soon as I turn it on, her eyes shoot open. “Wait,” she says. Sitting up, she takes the toy from my hand and turns it back off. “Let me. I can, um...”
She puts her hand on my hip, her eyes peering earnestly into mine. But if she can’t even say the words, I’m not sure she’s ready to do anything. And that’s totally okay.
“I can take care of it, don’t worry,” I tell her.
It’s meant to reassure her that she doesn’t need to reciprocate. That I don’t expect anything from her.
But she frowns and shakes her head. “I don’t want you to be the one doing all the work.”
Reaching out, I cradle her cheek. “It’s not work.”
She shakes her head again. “I know. That’s not what I meant. But you keep giving me these amazing orgasms. Fuck, you just got me off twice in the last hour. And I feel like I’m doing nothing for you.”
I smile as I lean in to kiss her. I keep it chaste, though, because I don’t know if she wants my tongue in her mouth after where it’s been.
“My ex was sort of a pillow princess,” I explain. “I’m used to being the one giving the pleasure.”
When she makes a face, I hasten to add, “And that’s not a bad thing. Believe me. I like giving. Getting you off is hot as hell.”
She seems to consider that for a few moments, biting at her lip in a way that makes me want to replace her teeth with mine. Then, with a small but mischievous smile, she pushes at my shoulder and gets me to lie down.
Gazing down at me, she says, “Well, maybe I like giving too. Is that all right?”
CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
RILEY
Imaynotknowentirely what I’m doing, but I know that I want to do this. I want to make Addison feel as good as she makes me feel. And now that I’ve got her in bed and half underneath me, I let my instincts take over, tucking her damp hair back and leaning down to kiss her.
When I pull away, she reaches her fingers up to trace over my shoulder. “Are you sure?”
“I don’t think I’ve been this sure of anything in a long time,” I tell her truthfully.
As I scoot down to lie beside her and take one of her pierced nipples into my mouth, my hand cupping around the curve of her breast, it’s because I want to. Because my desire for her is blazing into an inferno inside me, even after I’ve already come twice.
It feels natural to skim my other hand over her stomach, to swoop down to her hip and then her outer thigh, charting a course over all her body’s curves. This is different than being with a man, but I’m not interested in comparing. I only want to enjoy being with this hot woman, who’s deep brown eyes feel like they’re peering into my soul.
Maybe that’s what should scare me. Not that I’m inexperienced in being with a woman, but that this woman who I’ve only known for a shorttime somehow seems to understand me better than the people I’ve been surrounded by for years. Because it can be scary being seen. But she’s made it pretty clear that she likes what she sees.
And I like what I see in her too.
Not just the physical stuff. (Which I’m certainly seeing all of right now, and yes, I do like that very much.)
I like how she goes out of her way to make people happy and doesn’t want any credit for it. In fact, when you try to thank her, she’ll act like it’s nothing at all. And I like how she sometimes gets so in the zone while she’s cooking that she’ll start humming and singing to herself without even realizing it. Then she’ll shoot daggers at whomever catches her.
I definitely like how she’s not interested in my fame, not in who else I know or what tickets I can get her. But sheisinterested in my songwriting and what I really have to say.
And I like how patient she is with me right now. How she’s lying still, letting me explore and go at a pace I’m comfortable with. Even though I can see the need for more simmering in her eyes.
“Will you tell me what you need?” I ask, as I continue idly playing with her nipple. “Show me how you like to be touched.”
