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In this position, I had my hands free. I touched her upper thighs and then the side of her hips, then leaned slightly forward and grasped both of her breasts. They overfilled my palms in this position, and I discovered that she liked me to circle both her nipples while I slid in and out of her. Her cries changed slightly, as if they came from somewhere deep inside her.
When she reached one hand to her side, groping blindly around her thigh, I realized she wanted my hand. I interlaced my fingers with hers, and she squeezed them hard. She was close, and so was I. I knew I was going to succumb to my climax only seconds after I felt hers. It was just what I needed to tip over the edge.
I cupped her right buttock and then slid my hand past her upper thigh and onto her pussy. Once again, I played it like a harp, focusing on her clit. She groaned so hard that I knew she was going to give in soon.
I was lost even before her orgasm rolled in. For a few seconds, I didn't realize what was going on, and then I felt us falling forward. I rolled onto my back, holding her on top of me.
Her back was plastered to my chest. Her head was lying next to mine, my nose pressed against her cheek. I held her ass high up in the air, and I pounded inside her. I was relentless.
Fuck, why didn't I think about this position before? It was excellent. I could feel the rhythm of her breath; her own pulse seemed to become mine. We were one, and I had fantastic access to her clit. I pressed three fingers against it, moving them in circles. She rewarded me with her loudest moan yet. It was a throaty sound, and it reverberated through both our bodies. I tugged at her earlobe and kissed the side of her cheek that I could reach. Then I gave her my own release.
My grunt of pleasure took me by surprise. Heat spiraled through me, capturing every cell and every muscle. I put my ass down on the bed. Even like this, I kept thrusting inside her. I had to take one hand away from her clit so I could hold both of her hips as I moved her up and down.
When I felt her fingers against my cock, I realized she'd replaced my hand with hers. My orgasm intensified even more while her own cries become fainter and fainter as she calmeddown. Gradually, so did I, but I kept her on top of me, inhaling her perfume.
This is the best night of my life.
CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR
Riley
The next few weeks flew by quicker than I’d hoped. The clock was ticking—I didn't have that much time left with Jeremy and Duncan. But I was determined to focus on the positive. Jeremy and I were having a lot of fun together, and Duncan was so swoon-worthy that I wasn't sure how any other man could hold a candle next to him.
Paula had a new job, and she seemed to be happy there. Which was why when she called me on a Wednesday afternoon, just as I was heading out to pick up Jeremy from summer school, I instantly knew something was wrong. She wasn't one to call in the middle of the day. I answered right away.
"Hey. What's wrong?" I asked.
She sighed. "Don't panic."
My heart leaped into my throat. "What’s wrong?" I repeated.
"My shit ex-boss kind of lost it. He called, demanding I go back to work."
"He did what?" I ran my hand through my hair, cursing under my breath.
"He’s coming here. Not even sure how he got my address.”
"Why?" I asked.
"To talk. And I know this is bad timing, but I could really use some of that sass you gave him last time, you being a lawyer and everything."
I nodded even though she couldn't see me. "I'm on my way."
"Thank you so much." The relief in her voice was clear. Then Paula asked, “Hey, have you talked to Mom in a bit? You haven’t told her anything, right?”
“No, Paula, I haven’t mentioned it, but you should. You know Mom will finagle it from one of us eventually.”
She sighed. “Yeah, I know. I just wanted to get settled first before I mentioned my drama. Hey, does she know about Duncan?”
“She knows I work for him.”And no, she doesn’t know we’re together, and I want to keep it that way for fear of getting a lecture about not eating where I sleep or whatever the saying is.
“But not the rest, right? I just don’t want to ruin your parade unknowingly,” Paula said, which I appreciated. Both of us usually spoke or texted with Mom weekly and tried to not worry her with things she’d have no control over.
We talked more about her shitty boss, and I could have slapped myself for not having taken up Duncan on his offer to make sure he wouldn’t bother Paula again. Clearly, I hadn't done the job properly.
After hanging up, I remembered that I was supposed to be picking up Jeremy.
"Shit. Okay. Breathe in, breathe out. Riley, you've got this."
