Page 73 of Light Up The Night
The emotion is vulnerability on his part—it is him extending his trust to me.
His lips touch my flesh, and he exhales shakily. "Wish to fuck I could express how hard it is for me to not just rip these fucking things off you."
The ragged need in his voice is jet fuel on the pyre of my desire. Arousal blazes through me hotter than ever, and I feel a pulsing rush in my privates, so potent and so hot it makes my sex slippery and so wet my panties stick to my skin. Mortified, I cross one thigh over the other and turn away from him.
He frowns up at me. "What is it? You okay?"
“Yes, I…well, no." Face hot, cheeks hotter, I cover my face with both hands. "Something…happened. Down…there."
Riley growls wordlessly, grins up at me, and then presses his lips to my thigh, high up, inches blow the gusset of my panties where it angles in from my hip toward my sex. Another kiss to my thigh, now closer to the gusset. "Is that so?" he murmurs. "What happened, Cadence?"
"I cannot say it out loud, Riley. It is too embarrassing."
He nuzzles my thigh, kisses, and then nuzzles again, and his nose and cheek and jaw brush my privates; the wet rush happens again, and now my panties are not just damp but quite literally soaked. "I give you my word, Cadence, that no matter what happened, it's not anything to be embarrassed about."
"But it is," I whisper. "I am…ahhhh….aroused."
"Good," he growls, now kissing my other thigh, now nuzzling and kissing so he in no way accidentally brushes my sex with his cheek and jaw and nose. I am quite certain he can smell my…me, down there. I am a fastidious person and I take hygiene very seriously, and I take care to keep my pH down there, well-balanced. So while I am as certain as I can be that I will not smell unpleasant, I am aware that even clean and well-cared for, I will have a scent. And it is mortifying in the extreme to know his nose isright there—smelling me.
I squirm, intensely uncomfortable.
"Supposedto be aroused, honey. That's the whole point." He looks up at me, grinning. "I can take the pressure off you, though. I bet I can guess what happened that has you all…twitterpated."
"Oh,” I breathe. "Do tell."
I am assuredly not as casual and unaffected as I endeavor to sound.
He nuzzles the inside of my thigh—despite my multi-layered mortification, his lips kissing the inside of my thigh has me easing my thighs apart—just slightly. Another kiss, to the inside of my other thigh; another subtle easing of the tension in my thighs. Again and again he kisses and nuzzles my thighs, and again and again I feel myself involuntarily letting my legs sag open farther and farther. Which only serves to expose the source of my embarrassment: my sex, and the way my panties stick to my skin.
He moves further down my body, now on his belly between my knees, and his hands carve up over my belly and cup my breasts and knead them and twist my nipples until I gasp, until another blast of wet heat sears through me, culminating in another gush of wetness between my thighs.
"Riley!" I gasp.
"Look at me, babe," he murmurs, and I force my eyes to open and to meet his; he drags a finger down the seam of my vagina, the outlines of which I know must be visible, being adhered to my flesh. "Fuck yeah," he snarls, "You're wet as hell for me, sweetheart."
I squeal a groan, covering my face. "I know!" I hiss. "I cannot help it. The arousal your attentions causes in me—"
"Cadence, honey?" Something in his tone catches my attention and rips the words out of my mouth. "You're fuckin'soaked." He—and I can hardly believe my eyes—nuzzles his nose and mouth against me, exactly where I am the wettest, inhaling sharply, greedily, eagerly.
"RILEY!" I protest.
He grins. "Sexy as fuck, knowing you're so fucking wet for me."
"But is that not…" I begin, only to lose my train of thought when he nuzzles me again, and then presses his mouth over my vagina and blows a hot breath against me through the cotton of my panties.
I gasp at the heat of his breath, and feel myself pulse, another rush of arousal hitting me like a freight train.
"The more turned on you get, the wetter your pussy gets." When I gasp in shock at his dirty word, he grins at me. “That scandalize you, sweetest girl?" His ice-blue eyes sear me to the bone, slice me to ribbons with their razor-sharp arousal. "Me talking about how wet your pussy is?"
I can only whimper. Shake all over. His shoulders are wedged between my thighs, so now I cannot even hide my arousal by pressing my thighs together; there is no alleviation of the maddening, mind-twisting, body-contorting need for…something…that has utterly taken control of my mind and body.
"Riley,please," I whisper, my voice breathless; I do not know what I am asking him for.
"What do you want, babe? What do you need?"
"I do not know!" I wail, arching my spine as he seizes my nipple in his mouth and suckles on it until it flattens in his mouth. "Oh! Oh my goodness, I…I do not knowwhatI need, Riley. But I need…something. Please help me, Riley. Please. I am going mad."
"Going mad, you say?" He covers my seam with his mouth and huffs on me again. "Feeling…needy? Desperate?"
