He shrugs his shoulders with a smile and brushes a piece of hair behind my ear, and I can’t help the way I bite my lip and look up at him.
“I just thought it would be better to get to know each other first.” He says with a grin, nodding to the table. “And you know, I slaved over a hot stove all day to make you that meal.”
“I’m sure you did,” I say with a laugh, pointing towards the main dish in the middle. “I can still see the order slip under the dish, Riker.”
He rolls his eyes and gives me one of those cocky grins that makes my knees weak and my heart flutter in my chest, and when he steps forward again and closes the gap between us, I don’t stop him. He’s looking down at me like I’m everything he wants in this moment and he rests his hands on my hips, pulling me towards him.
“Riker.”
My voice is barely a whisper, and while I can’t deny that I want him too, I’m not sure that this is a good idea. His hands travel up my sides and one cups my cheek as he leans in, and I sigh softly when he presses his lips to mine. But I know that this can’t work, so I step back reluctantly with a chuckle, shaking my head and giving him a pointed look. Though, I can’t help the fact that I’m also grinning. I can’t help it if I enjoyed it.
“Hey,” He says with a scoff, mocking offense, “we’re married! Come on, let’s spice things up.”
We both laugh, and before I can say anything else, he pulls me back into him and into a hungry kiss, and my hands sink into his hair. He’s solid and warm, and I can feel myself already starting to let go, every inch of my skin alive with want.
Fuck it.
I nod against his lips with a whimper and he chuckles, picking me up and carrying me off into the bedroom as I wrap my thighs around his waist. When we get inside, he presses my back to the wall and rolls his hips into mine, a soft moan escaping my lips as I feel him hard and throbbing against me.
“Riker, pants open,” I gasp between kisses, tugging gently at his hair. “Now.”
“Bossy. I like it.”
He chuckles and wastes no time undoing the buckle to his pants, sliding them down and kicking them somewhere off to the side. I want him so badly that I’m already wet, and when he slips his hand between my thighs, he groans, slipping a finger inside of me, and then another.
“Fuck.”
I gasp it out, and my head tilts back against the wall with a thud, and I laugh, sighing. Wall sex.
My laugh tapers off into a surprised moan. However, when he shifts me down and sinks into me, I gasp as he fills me with every inch of his cock. He starts to move his hips, and I gasp and arch my back, my body readying itself for one hell of an orgasm that I can feel coming already.
Okay, so this is better than dinner out after all.
15 Riker
Forgoing the dinner reservations and getting room service instead was definitely the better choice, and I couldn’t be happier with the result. Was I hoping for things to go further with Jane tonight? Of course. Was I expecting to be fucking her against the bedroom wall to my hotel suite as she moaned my name before we even sat down to eat? I certainly was not, but you won’t hear me complaining. I’ve already made her come twice, and if I have my way, we’re only just getting started.
She feels so fucking good, beyond anything I’ve fantasized about her and more perfect than any woman I’ve ever been with. I’ve never been with a woman that I cared so much about pleasing, but with her, it’s all I can think about. The way she sounds when she moans my name, the way her pussy clenches around my cock when I whisper filthy things into her ear. She’s a goddess, and it’s all I can do to hold things together and not lose myself entirely.
I’ve got her dress hiked up and her back pressed against the wall, and she’s dragging her nails down my back, her lips at my neck. I know that she’s leaving marks and while normally that would bother me—it’s hard to pick up girls in the club when you’re already covered in hickeys—this time I’m enjoying it. For once I’m not worried about the rest of the world and what they think. All I’m worried about is Jane and how fucking amazing she feels. I feel like I’m drunk on her. She’s all I can focus on, and my brain is a lust-fueled fog, consisting of nothing but Jane and how utterly perfect she is.
“Riker, please. More, I want more. bed, now.”
She moans my name again, and just the sound of it makes my cock throb, and I nod against her lips with a groan, shoving us off of the wall and walking over towards the bed, Jane still in my arms.
Her lips crash into mine again, and her kiss is laced with need and want, and I let out a heady moan into the room as she rolls her hips against mine as we’re walking, taking me even deeper still. She breaks our kiss with a gasp and presses her forehead to mine, a soft whine escaping her as she drags her nails down my front, making me shudder.
“Fuck, Jane.”
I get to the bed and set her down, standing up just long
