She lets out something between a gasp and a moan as she arches her chest toward me, and the sound sends a bolt of lust through my whole body. “I guess—ungh.” Her words are cut off by another moan when I pinch a bit harder and pull at her nipple.
“You guess what?” I ask, teasing her.
It seems like she’s struggling to find words, so I relent, letting up on her abused nipple and gently rubbing the pad of my thumb over it.
Regaining her composure, she manages a grin and says, “Guess you’ll need to keep me warm.”
Then she swings her leg over my waist and climbs on top of me. I sneak a hand down between her legs, my own arousal ramping up when I feel how wet her pussy is for me already.
“Mmm, Strawberry. If we get started on this again, it’s going to be a long time before I let you out of this bed. I might not make it in to work.”
“That’s okay,” she tells me, smiling playfully. “I’m rich, so I can take care of you.”
If someone else had said that to me—someone like my ex-wife—it would have bothered me. I’m not looking to leech off someone financially. I’m perfectly capable of making my own money. But the way Riley says it is entirely lighthearted, and I know she would never think I’m trying to use her for her money. It’s also an undeniable fact that she’s rich, and honestly, it’s pretty hot hearing her own it with confidence like that.
She has every right to be confident. Everything she’s accomplished shows what an incredible woman she is. And knowing that this incredible woman loves me makes me feel sort of like I might be incredible too.
I tease her with my fingers while she rolls her hips, bracing her hands on my shoulders. I do it until she’s whining and begging for more. “What do you need, sweetheart?”
“You,” she says, with such honesty and intensity that it momentarily takes my breath away. “Anything. Everything. Everything you can give me. I want it all.”
“Everything, huh?” I muse. Although I know she’s talking about sex right now, I can’t help but think of how I’m going to make it my mission to give her everythingoutsideof the bedroom too.
I’ve already given her my heart.
The rest will be easy.
There is one thing, however, that I could do for her as far as sex goes that we haven’t tried yet. It’s not something I do all that often with women, and I’m not sure if she’d even be into it. But now that the idea is in my head, I want to offer it to her. Because I want to experience everything with her too.
So far, the sex I’ve had with her has been better than with anyone else. Probably because the connection between us is stronger than what I’ve had with anyone else. And I have no doubt this will be amazing too if she’s up for it.
Holding her hip to still her, I ask, “How do you feel about the idea of me fucking you?”
She laughs, a bright, delighted sound. “I thought I’ve been making it pretty obvious how much I enjoy it.”
I shake my head. “I meant... I couldfuckyou. With a strap-on.”
Her eyes go wide, but she doesn’t look disgusted or scared, merely curious. “You have one?”
“I do. But we don’t have to use it. I’ve rarely done it with people in the past, but I’d like to try it with you. Only if you want to.”
“Oh, wow, okay.” She drags her bottom lip between her teeth, biting down for a couple seconds before letting it free. “Um, sure. I think I’d like to try that, but only if it’s somethingyouwant. I hope you don’t feel like, you know, since I’ve only been with guys before you, that you need to have like a penis substitute or anything.”
She shakes her head at herself, looking a little stressed now as she goes on. “Because that doesn’t matter to me. It’s not about body parts. It’s about how much I want you. I love you, and I promise I’m not going tofeel like anything’s missing without having that kind of penetrative sex.”
“No, sweetheart, please don’t worry about that,” I tell her, holding her with both hands now and trailing my fingers up her sides. “I don’t think of using a strap-on as trying to fuck you like a man. It’s just another way to be intimate with you and make you feel good.”
“Would you get anything out of it, though?” she asks.
“I’d get just as much out of it as I do out of every other way I make you come. Which is a lot, trust me.” Squeezing her side, I smirk and add, “Plus there’s a spot inside the harness to put a tiny vibrator for me. So I can assure you I’ll be enjoying it.”
Her eyes go wide again. “Oh my god, that sounds so hot. Yes. Please. I want you to fuck me, and I want you to come while you’re inside me.”
“Damn, Strawberry. I love how sweet you are, but I really love hearing you say dirty things to me.”
She blushes at that, but the red on her cheeks doesn’t stop her from leaning down and kissing me fiercely. She slides her tongue into my mouth, battling mine for dominance. And then before I can establish control of the kiss, she’s pulling away.
“Okay, come on,” she says. “Hurry up and fuck me. Because I know you don’t want to be late for work.”