God.
I can’t.
I just can’t.
“Riggs ...” I whimper.
He stops, right as I’m about to reach orgasm. He spins me around suddenly, hauling me up as if I weigh nothing, and carries me toward the bedroom, my legs around his waist, my face toward his.
“I’m goin’ to make you squirt all over my cock.”
I bite my bottom lip.
He grabs my hair with one hand and pulls me closer, kissing me. It quickly becomes passionate and intense as he strides down the hall.
“To the left,” I whimper when he gets close to my room.
He moves swiftly to the left and in seconds, we’re in the room and he’s laying me down on the bed. His mouth doesn’t leave mine—he kisses me until I’m out of breath. His lips move down my neck, over my collarbone, and down my chest until he reaches my breasts. He kisses me gently, so gently it almost feels ... passionate. I don’t see Riggs as being the passionate type, yet I can feel it. Everything he’s giving me right now, I feel it right down to my core.
“You want to be fucked by me, baby?” he murmurs, kissing his way down my belly until he stops at my pubic area again.
Baby.
God.
“I do,” I whimper when he continues past my pussy and kisses all the way down to my thighs. “Now.”
“Patience,” he murmurs against my skin.
He drives me wild with his kisses, his touch, his mouth, and everything he is doing to my body. Eventually, he makes his way back up to my mouth, but by that time I’m trembling. I need him. I want him. God do I want him, that terrifies me.
He looks down at me as his body settles over mine. “You got a condom?”
I nod and reach over to my bedside table and pull out a condom. I always have a stash. I don’t use them often, but the fact is I’m not silly enough to bring a man over here and hope he’s got protection. Half the time they “accidentally” forget. That doesn’t fly around here. No protection, no sex.
Simple.
I hand Riggs the condom, and he rips it open with his teeth and then reaches down between us. I feel him fumbling around and then his hands are back beside my head and his hard body is over mine. The anticipation is killing me. I want to stay in this moment forever, the moment where you have sex for the first time, and the feelings are all so real, and you want to hang onto the moment forever. You want to remember exactly how it felt to have their cock sliding into you, inch by inch. The feeling of their lips touching your body, the pleasure they bring.
God.
What is happening to me?
Riggs finds my mouth again and his kisses send my mind into another dizzy spiral. I get so caught up in it, our hands roaming, our bodies smooshed together, his cock pressing against me, it’s hard for me to think of anything else. When he pushes inside of me, I whimper against his mouth. He soothes my cries with a kiss that’s so soft and so tender, I wonder how I ever enjoyed a kiss before this one.
Then he starts fucking me, slow at first and then a little harder, a little deeper. His hips move in a way I’ve never experienced with any other man. They’re usually smashing away without thought, but not Riggs. He’s making sure every stroke is bringing me pleasure. He’s making sure that his rhythm is perfectly in tune to my body, and it feels so fucking incredible.
“Riggs,” I whimper, curling his thick hair into my hands.
His bearded face presses against my neck and his mouth kisses the flesh there. His large body moves, and I can see the muscles on his back flexing and pulling as he fucks me. It is the most erotic thing I’ve ever experienced in my entire god damned life.
“I can’t,” I cry out, legs squeezing his hips as my orgasm comes to the surface. “I can’t hold on.”
“Hold on,” he growls. “I want to see you squirt.”
I cry out when he pulls his cock from mine and then flips us over so I’m on top of him. Staring down at him, feeling so vulnerable, makes my cheeks flush. He guides himself back into me, his eyes hazy with lust. He takes my hips in his hands and shows me exactly how he likes it, rotating until I get the rhythm perfect, then he lets me go and watches as my breasts bounce.
I pick up the pace, the feeling inside me building as I bounce on his dick, whimpering and crying out, hair wild and flicking everywhere. His growls deepen, and the sound makes me go faster, harder, until I can’t hold back a single second more.
His finger finds my clit at the exact right moment, as if he knows, as if he can feel my body is about to explode. It’s like he pushes a button, because in seconds my orgasm rips through me, and I release with such force that it feels like for a moment, my world goes completely blank. I’m just drowning in pleasure. Riggs growling brings me back to the moment and I can see why. During my release, he got exactly what he wanted. He’s covered in my arousal and his eyes are wild with passion.
My cheeks burn as I come down from my high, but it’s not enough to stop him.
He grabs my hips and bounces me a few more times before growling low and deep, eyes fluttering closed, body jerking as he finds his own orgasm.
Only when he stops shaking, and I manage to tear my eyes away from the erotic sight below me, does he release me and I roll off.
“I’ll, ah, get you a towel.”
I rush out of the bed and grab a clean towel, handing it to him. He uses it to clean up and then he sits up, glancing at me.
