“I’m here, baby. Tell me what you want.” He tugged her flush to his body, his erection proof he wasn’t lying to her.
“I want you to love me.”
“Already done.”
“Then, I want you to fuck me.”
“Are you sure about that? I’ve been pent up all week, so I may be a bit rough.” He slid his hand past the waistband of her pants, squeezing her ass.
“Right now, I could use a lot of that.” She closed her eyes as he nuzzled her neck. His hands were everywhere. She savored his touch, the one she’d been craving all week.
“Take off your clothes, Riley. I want you naked.”
He leaned away, waiting for her to comply. “Someone could peek in the windows,” she said, taking his hand. She led him to the tiny room she affectionately called her staff room. It was where she took a break or nap, and only consisted of an old tweed sofa and an end table.
Shadow’s presence seemed too big in the room, the scent of his masculine cologne intoxicating. She began to strip, too eager to have his body pressed to hers, skin to skin. The first time they’d had sex, it was dark out and happened fast. It had been unexpected, unlike today. She wanted this, demanded this, and with the light of day, there we
re no secrets.
Once she unfastened her bra, his jaw twitched.
“Keep going, baby girl.” He briefly ran his hands over the hard, diagonal bulge in his dark jeans.
She slipped out of her pants and, this time, tossed the red undies.
He hadn’t moved, hadn’t spoken.
Riley had a lot of curves, and she worried about Shadow’s impression of her figure. She felt awkward standing only a few feet from him, completely nude. He wore all black, including a jacket concealing a lot of heat.
“I’m going to fuck you so hard. Come here.” He used a crooked finger to beckon her closer. Shadow dropped down to one knee, holding her hips. He buried his face in her tits before sucking on her nipple. She cried out, liquid heat escaping between her legs. “I love these big, juicy tits.”
“Oh God…”
He cupped her pussy as he alternated his attention between both breasts. His mouth and tongue were magical, his scruff scraping her sensitive skin. “You’re mine, Riley. Only mine. I want to claim every inch of you.”
“Yes,” she murmured, hardly capable of speech. “Take me, all of me.”
He growled as he stood back up. Shadow’s breathing was heavy as he shrugged out of his jacket. She nearly orgasmed when he stood there in just a fitted t-shirt and loaded holsters. His arms were hard, and thick with muscle, the black tattoos reaching his elbows. She wanted to order him to hurry up and fuck her, but kept her mouth shut.
He carefully set both harnesses on the small end table before lifting off his shirt. His chest was chiseled perfection, his abs like a fucking washboard. He reached in his back pocket, pulling out a small box of condoms and tube of lube. He winked and set them down. If he thought she needed added moisture, he was in for a surprise.
“So you were prepared after all,” she said, remembering their quick trip to the pharmacy.
“A guy can hope.”
She wrapped her fingers around his belt, giving a tug. He might have the patience of a saint, but she was running on short supply.
He kissed her, first soft and tentative, then crushing and demanding. He moved forward until she dropped down on the sofa. Shadow braced himself over her, continuing to kiss her lips. The passion between them was off the charts, like two lovers finding each other after a lifetime apart. She couldn’t get enough of him.
When he leaned back up, one knee resting on the edge of the sofa, he spread her knees wide. “So fucking pretty,” he said. He painted a line with his finger from her navel down to her clit. Her entire body trembled, jolting when he slid two fingers into her cunt. She bucked up to capture more of his fingers. He smiled wickedly. “Patience, baby. Let me play.”
“I want your cock,” she blurted, beyond caring what she sounded like.
“And you’ll get it,” he said, his voice silky smooth. “It’s all yours.” He trailed one of his moistened fingers lower, drawing a circle around her tight asshole. “What about here, Riley? Has a man taken you here?”
She shook her head. Riley was surprised how good it felt to be touched in such a naughty area, like the tickle of a feather. Her sex life didn’t consist of anything kinky. In fact, Shadow had opened up a whole new world to her that she was eager to explore. She loved his confidence and ability to take control of any situation. And she trusted him not to hurt her.
“Don’t move.” He got up and left the room. She could see from the opened door that he was rooting around her baking station. He came back with one of her smooth rolling pins, one she used for small tarts. “What’s this?”