Pleasure sizzles up the back of my spine, and my balls tighten, so I pause. We’re both out of breath. Her beautiful breasts heave, and I nibble and bite them with my greedy mouth until I’m sure I won’t blow too quickly.
When I thrust all the way in, the sexy sound she makes in my ear makes me shiver. We kiss, our bodies suddenly frantic to reach the finish line. Her nails dig into my ass, and I decide there’s nothing better on the fucking planet than making this woman come. And I need a good vantage point when she does.
Kneeling again, I lift her hips and resume, but slowly so I can watch my wet cock tunnel in and out of her. The sight sends me right to the edge.
Needing her to come, I rub a gentle circle around her swollen nub. In seconds she’s convulsing around me. Squeezing. Pulsing. So tight. So damn good.
Her mouth opens in a silent scream as she arches back.
And I finally relent, pulling her close so I can feel her whole body against me as I come with her.
I’m blissed out in a sex haze when she curls up next to me like a kitten.
As I kiss her forehead, I realize I need to figure out how to make both of our dreams come trueandstay together.
Because there’s no way I want to leave her after the draft.
45
GABBY
I waketo a muscular arm wrapped around my waist, Rider’s chest pressed to my back, and his thick thigh wedged between my legs. It feels so good to be held like this, I let out a happy sigh.
We eventually made it off the floor last night. I blush when I think about everything he did to me. This man makes me want to combust. The way he looked at me while our bodies came together is something I’ll never forget.
And he obviously liked my blow job,I think with a satisfied smile.
I know—I swore I’d never give him one, but I’m used to Sean who never offered to go there. Rider’s enthusiasm for oral demands reciprocation.
Plus,holy crap, the things he made me feel with that toy and his mouth. Letting loose with him, not being so cautious, is the freest I’ve ever felt. Deep down, I wonder if I’m his Lucy Honeychurch, and he’s my George Emerson.
God, please let this have a happy ending.
“What’re you smiling about?” his raspy voice whispers in my ear.
“Oh, you know. The weather.”
“I heard something about thick clouds.” He thrusts his erection against me, and I giggle. “Might wanna wear a raincoat today. Could get wet.”
His giant hand cups my breasts, and I arch back.
Just in time for Poppy to wake up. “Da! Bababa! Da!”
He groans, and I laugh and reach back to run my fingers through his hair. “On the bright side, she slept through the night.”
“Actually, she woke up once,” he says, still squeezing my boobs.
“Really? Sorry, I didn’t hear her.”
He kisses my neck. “It’s okay. She’s my responsibility anyway. Just because you’re lovely enough to let us crash here doesn’t mean you get night duty. She went down again pretty quickly, though.”
With a groan, he untangles himself from me and hops out of bed. He’s wearing jeans, which he must’ve slipped on when Poppy woke earlier. I reach for my robe.
“Morning, my little gremlin. How’s my girl?” He lifts Poppy up, and the look of love in his eyes makes my heart flutter. She grabs his face and grins, totally enchanted with her father.
Girl, I know the feeling.
Sienna gives me a sly look when we reach the kitchen. “Coffee’s on.” She’s decked out in yoga pants, ready to do sun salutations. I’m not sure I could touch my toes without puking this early in the morning, but more power to her.
