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“Okay, all right.” I’m getting pissed, and I need to tone that shit down. “If that’s what you want, I’m not going to stop you. But before you leave, you should know I’m not a boy anymore, and I do know what I want. I want you. I want to fuck you so good that when someone asks you what your favorite position is, your response isn’t doggy, or missionary, or wheelbarrow, or leapfrog. It’s not the spread eagle or the reverse cowgirl. It’s Theo fucking Rivera.” I grab her hips, pull her toward me, and then down on my lap. “Because I’ve no doubt what I’m feeling here. I haven’t even been inside you, and I know I’m going to want to live and die in there. This little detour to the couch was for me, Riley, because I’m a man, and I know what I want, and it’s not just to be your first. I’m fucking sure I wanna be your last. And after we do this, I’m gonna want to be your everything, because you will become mine.”
Heart trying to hammer out of my chest, I wait for her to say something—hell, anything—because that’s what Riley does—she talksa lot. When she slides off my lap and starts toward the door, I can’t fucking breathe.
When she looks over her shoulder, and I see her eyes are nearly black and a little fucking teary, my heart stops.
When she pulls her shirt over her head and drops it on the ground before turning down the hall, I turn into the fucking flash.
The man I was a year ago wasn’t half the man I am now, standing before the woman I know without a doubt was a gift to me. I’m nervous and finding it hard to breathe normally as my heart is pounding damn near out of my chest because I know what this feeling is. It’s one I’ve never truly felt for anyone I’ve been with, ever, and it’s one I saw growing up every damn day. She’s not my first, but she makes me wish she was.
I allow her to pull my shirt off. Then I grab her hip and the back of her head, letting my hand trace a path my lips follow, down her neck and her shoulder. My hands continue around to her back, where I unclasp her pink, lacy bra as I begin trailing kisses down her sexy, slender neck, the swells of her perfect little tits, and take her tan, already taut nipple in my mouth while pushing the straps of her bra off so there is nothing between me and her tits.
One hand on my hip, her grip tightens, while the other rubs my erection through my jeans, causing me to bite down reflexively on her. She whimpers, and that sound spurs me to lick across her chest to give the other the attention it, too, deserves.
I hook my thumbs beneath the waistband of her leggings then drag them down, kissing down her toned yet soft belly. My cock pulses in premature anticipation of what it’s going to feel like sliding between her hot, wet lips, and for a second, I start tripping over the fact I may come too soon.
That, though, evaporates as I kneel before her, run my nose across matching pink lace panties, and realize they’re a perfect match. I wonder if I’ve missed that about her. Does Riley Park wear matching sets every day?
Her scent, a mix of musky jasmine and need, catches a hold of me, and I’m now running my nose across her lace-covered pussy, inhaling. Unable to restrain the need to taste her, I tug her panties down with my teeth, exposing bare flesh that wasn’t bare and look up.
“Step out.”
She does, and quickly.
“Condom?”
“Pill,” she says before swallowing hard.
“Matching panties and bra, bare pussy, and the pill. I was right; you are a gift. I’m only going to ask this once: are you ready for this?” My hands on her ankles, I slowly run them up her smooth, soft skin.
She nods.
“Good.”
I stand, sliding my hand between her thighs then dipping a finger between her hot lips as I unbutton and unzip my jeans, shoving them down one-handed. I push another finger inside her as I step out of them, and she inhales a quivering breath that nearly makes my damn knees weak. I curve my fingers, slowly thrusting them in and out, making sure to hit that spot, wanting her to be soaked for what’s to come as I kiss her and guide her back until her body hits the bed. When I pull my mouth and fingers away, she opens her eyes.
“Sit.”
As she sits, she takes my cock in her hand and begins to stroke it. Feels so good, too fucking good, and when she licks across my tip, I grind my teeth, trying to fight back the urge to thrust inside of her mouth.
“Not yet, Cielo. I need to make you all mine first.”
“Oh. My. God,” she whispers.
I kneel in front of her. “Spread your legs. Show me that pretty pink pussy.”
She does so without reservations.
I lean in, inhaling her scent as I run my thumb up her seam. Beautiful porcelain skin, pink on the inside.
“You smell so fucking good. Too fucking good. I’m gonna want to be down here all night.”
I run my tongue up her spread pussy, and her knees clench. I pull them apart as I lick around and around her opening. She’s my new favorite treat.
When her breaths become harder, heavier, and she grips my hair, I lick around her clit, and her hips thrust as she moans. I kiss down her lips then dip the tip of my tongue inside her, then suck. When she cries out my name, I do it again and again gently, because I can’t stop tasting her, and I don’t want her sore. She immediately starts to rock into me, whimpering, seeking her release. I give it to her with the flick of my tongue over her clit.
“Taste so good, Cielo. So, so good.”
“Oh, oh, oh … Yes …” she pants.
