CHAPTER THIRTY-FIVE
The moon shone through the partially open curtains and played peekaboo with the bedroom, spots here and there bathed in light while others were cloaked in shadowy darkness. Sam and Riley tumbled down on the bed, impatient fingers tugging at their offending garments. She didn’t want any barrier between them and she couldn’t get him naked fast enough. In between pulling down zippers and sliding off panties, they kissed, their tongues tangled and vying for dominance. But it was only a game and they were both winners.
Riley’s bra melted away and Sam cupped her breasts, his thumbs brushing the now extremely sensitive nipples and sending shockwaves of electricity straight to her clit. It wouldn’t take much to send her over tonight. They were both starved for one another. It had been too long.
“Yes,” she whispered as his lips closed over a pebbled nipple, his tongue running circles around it. Trembling with the force of her arousal, she carded her fingers through his silky hair to anchor his head. “I think they’re bigger.”
The changes in her body weren’t major yet, a little thickening at the waist but it felt like her chest had gone up a full cup size and they didn’t appear to be stopping there.
Lifting his head, he gave her a wolfish grin. “They’re more sensitive, too. I barely have to touch you.”
To demonstrate his point, he leaned down and swiped at a nipple with his tongue, watching her entire body quiver in reaction.
“Is that a bad thing?”
Her question came out breathless but she was finding it hard to take a deep breath.
“Absolutely not. It’s a good thing. Like when I do this.”
His callused thumb grazed her swollen clit and she gripped his shoulders as a wave of heat ran through her veins like liquid fire. She wanted to make him feel as amazing as he did her. Sliding her hands to the front of his chest, she pressed back against him. At first he resisted, his brows pulled down in confusion but then he acquiesced, falling back on the mattress.
She met his puzzled expression with a determined one of her own. “I didn’t get to do this last time.”
She didn’t leave him wondering for long, insinuating herself between his muscular thighs so she could easily reach his cock. Lapping at the crown, she ran her tongue up and down until his ass lifted from the mattress and he was groaning her name. His hand went to the back of her head and she obliged him by taking him as far into her mouth as possible while her fingernails scraped lightly over his balls. His grip tightened on her hair and then suddenly went lax, his hand cupping her chin and gently tugging her up so she was looking into his eyes.
“That’s not where I want to come. I want to be inside of you, babe.”
So far gone, Riley wasn’t going to argue. If things worked out between them, and it was looking more and more like that would be the case, they’d have a lifetime to explore and pleasure one another.
To her surprise, Sam didn’t move from his position on the bed, instead urging her to straddle him with her palms braced on his chest. A frisson of arousal ran through her when Sam raised his hips, running his cock up and down her slit while his strong hands gripped her around the waist.
“Ride me.”
His huskily spoken command was all she needed, lifting up and then slowly lowering herself down taking him inch by inch until he was in to the hilt. Her walls stretched but the discomfort was drowned out by the pleasure of being so incredibly full. She paused for a moment and closed her eyes to savor the sweet sensation before beginning to move, a little at first but then more boldly as she gained confidence.
“That’s it, honey,” Sam praised, his hands sliding up her torso and cupping her breasts. At some point, she’d leaned forward and now her hands were planted on the mattress on either side of his wide shoulders. “Are you close?”
Not waiting for her answer, he snaked his hand down between them and began running circles around her clit. Crying out with the sensation, her forehead dropped down to rest on his damp chest as their bodies moved in perfect synchronicity. The tightening coil in her abdomen was ready to explode and their movements became even more frenzied as they both neared completion.
When she fell over the precipice the world spun and tilted as white lights sparkled behind her eyelids. Flames ran through her veins like dragons licking at her damp flesh. She barely registered his climax so caught up in the pure pleasure of her own, but she could feel his fingers tighten on her hips and knew there would be faint bruises there in the morning. They would match the crescent moons her nails had made in the flesh of his shoulders.
Collapsing together, their sweaty limbs tangled in the sheets, Riley was content to lay her hand on Sam and feel the racing of his heart and the rapid rise and fall of his chest. Knowing he was as affected as she somehow made all of this easier. Falling in love was scary but she wasn’t alone.
She had Sam. They were a team. Partners. And now they were officially lovers, too. In love and wanting to build a future together. Her, Sam, and the baby. It felt right, warm, and cozy.
She wanted a family with him more than she’d ever wanted anything in her entire life.