He rolled away from me for a moment, and I practically grieved the loss. Seth turned on a soft light at his side of the bed, and then rolled back to me again.
He gently pushed me onto my back. “Look at me, Riley,” he insisted. “I need to know that you’re doing this because you really want it. I don’t want to rush you. I didn’t really mean to say that. I can wait.”
I stared at him defiantly. “I don’t do things I don’t want to do. At all. Ever. Okay, maybe I used to, but not anymore. I can’t be with you and not want more. To get closer to you. It hurts for me, too. But I don’t really know what to do, other than counting the moments until the sex is over. I don’t know what to do with the way you make me feel, Seth.”
“Baby, you’ll never fucking be counting the minutes until we’re done,” he told me in a gravelly voice.
His mouth came down on mine almost immediately, and I let out a moan of relief against his lips. I needed to be connected to him so badly that I couldn’t breathe.
I actively participated instead of just letting it happen, wanted him to know how much I needed him.
I shivered as he nipped at my bottom lip and then soothed it with his tongue.
“Be sure this is what you want, Riley. Because once this happens, there’s no going back. Not for me,” he growled.
There’s no going back for me, either.
Maybe I’d always known that it was going to be all or nothing with this man, which had terrified the hell out of me.
Until now.
Until tonight.
Until I trusted him.
I knew at that moment that I was in love with Seth. Completely. Totally. Irrevocably.
I couldn’t voice it right at the moment.
I wasn’t ready to be quite that vulnerable, because it was new to me.
“I don’t want to go back,” I whispered. “I just need both of us naked.”
“I’m not about to argue with that,” he said with a grin that made my heart skitter.
Our gazes met and held, speaking without saying a word, before he rolled off the bed.
I licked my dry lips when I saw his entire body. All he was wearing was a pair of sweatpants, and one jerk of the string holding them in place on his hips allowed him to strip them off.
Sweet Jesus!
He hadn’t even looked this tempting in my fantasies. He was completely ripped, but not puffed up in a bodybuilder sort of way. Seth had strong muscles in his biceps, thighs, and six-pack abs that any woman would drool over.
My eyes finally dropped to a very large erection that almost made me wary.
When my gaze drifted up again, he was smirking.
The man had no shame about baring every inch of skin he had. And I loved that.
I smiled back at him as I sat up. I grabbed the hem of my shirt and whipped it over my head. I tossed it away, not really caring about where it landed.
Seth was on me before I could blink.
“I’ll take it from here, gorgeous,” he rumbled, his fingers seeking and finding the clasp of my bra. He unhooked it and threw it in the same direction as I had my top.
He cupped my bare breasts, and then rubbed the hard, sensitive peaks of my nipples between his thumbs and forefingers.
My head flopped back onto the pillow with a strangled moan of pleasure.
He took his time, his mouth exploring every inch of my breasts. Seth bit softly on one nipple and soothed over it with his tongue. Then he moved to the other, and did the same thing.
He moved back and forth, tormenting me until I felt like I was losing my mind.
“Seth. Please,” I whimpered.
I felt him unsnap the button on my jeans and lower the zipper. I raised my hips to help him strip them off. He took my panties at the same time.
When he was done, Seth didn’t leave his kneeling position.
He just . . . stared. “You’re so damn beautiful, Riley,” he ground out, his voice sounding like sandpaper had been applied to his vocal cords.
It probably should have made me uncomfortable that he was assessing every inch of my naked body, but it didn’t.
“Fuck me, Seth,” I demanded, feeling on edge and impatient.
“I’ll get to that, believe me,” he warned. “Does your aversion to oral sex go both ways?”
He was going to . . .
He wanted to . . .
Oh, God.
“I don’t think so,” I confessed. “But nobody has ever done that before.”
“Then I’ll be more than happy to be your first,” he said in a rough, feral tone.
I trembled as he spread my legs and his hands drifted up my thighs. Just that light touch of his fingers so close to where I wanted him to be made me buck my hips.
When he lowered himself down and buried his head between my thighs, I squealed from the shock of the sensation, and the carnal need it wrenched from me.
He speared his tongue between my folds and ran it the entire length of my pussy.
“Oh, God,” I cried softly, unused to the feel of a man’s mouth going down on me.
But it felt so good I wanted to cry.
He explored my pussy leisurely, and so thoroughly that my breaths began coming from my mouth in tiny puffs.
“More,” I demanded, spearing my hands into his hair and fisting it so I could somehow ground myself.
Finally, he nipped gently at my clit, and then gave me the burst of pleasure I’d been craving by stroking his tongue firmly, over and over, against the tiny little bundle of nerves begging for his attention.
The big ball that had formed in my belly started to unfurl, and I arched my back. I pushed my hips up, begging for every touch of his tongue that I could get.
“Seth. Yes. Please,” I screamed with abandon as the weight left my stomach and shot straight through my body before exploding in my core relentlessly.
I let go and allowed myself to enjoy the satisfaction of my intense climax.
Before I spiraled down, Seth came on top of me, and thrust inside me until he was buried to his balls.
It was exactly what I wanted, what I needed. “Yes!” I hissed as I wrapped my arms around his neck.
“This is better than any fantasy I’ve ever had about you, Riley. Way better,” Seth growled.
I didn’t have time to contemplate the excitement that ratcheted up inside me from knowing he’d actually had lustful fantasies about me. But he wasn’t letting me think rationally.
He pulled himself almost out, and then back in again.
I felt stretched, the muscles in my channel relaxing to accommodate a man of his size.
I let out a gasp of pleasure as Seth began a smooth rhythm, every stroke inside of me harder than the last.
And God, how I’d craved his fierceness, his primitive instincts that seemed to be overtaking both of us.
He made me feel alive, and I welcomed that.
Lifting my hips experimentally, I caught his rhythm and pushed back, intensifying the strength of each and every thrust.
I wrapped my legs around his hips by instinct, desperate for both of us to find release.
Our skin was damp with exertion, and our bare bodies slid together erotically, his chest abrading my nipples as he moved.
I was on overload. Nothing could ever have prepared me for feeling like I did.
Ferociously hungry.
Wild.
Willing to do anything to satiate both of our greedy longings for each other.
And then, it happened. I was submerged in the sweetest, sharpest pleasure I’d ever experienced.