Page 74 of Light Up The Night
“Yes!"
"I know what you need, Cadence."
I flick my eyes to his and hold his gaze. "Tell me! Please tell me. I cannot bear this any longer."
He does not comply immediately, as I had expected. Instead, he spends several more moments kissing and licking and sucking on my nipples—which only worsens the crazed desperation I feel for any kind of deliverance from this wild, primal, out-of-control need.
And then he kisses down my body again, from breasts to navel to mons pubis. He hooks his fingers in my panties again and tugs them lower in front—the uppermost hint of my cleft is exposed, now.
"What do I need, Riley?" I demand. "Please tell me?"
"You need to come, sweetheart." He grins up at me, releasing my underwear so they snap back against me again. "You need an orgasm."
“How…" I begin in a raw whisper, lose my voice, my courage, and try again. "How do I…How do I acquire one?"
He stares up at me, eyes heated and wild, and tugs the gusset of my panties to one side, partially exposing my sex. I gasp, shrill and shocked—only to gasp again, more shocked yet, when he trails a fingertip down the lips of my sex. I jerk at this touch, every muscle tensing. "You let me make you come." He does itagain, and I hunch forward, doing a crunch at his touch. "You ask me to make you come."
"Oh," I breathe. “I see.”
I focus on the stars for a moment, then, momentarily overwhelmed by sensation and by need and by awe that I am here, experiencing this—it is real. It is happening. He wants me—Riley Crowe desires me.
Just forty-eight hours ago, I was lost and lonely and sad. I had never been kissed. I had no hope that anyone would everwantto kiss me. And now I am in the bed of a pickup truck, wearing nothing but my panties, and the most attractive man I have ever seen wants to give me an orgasm.
And I am going to let him.
Lethim? No, no.Pleadwith him to have mercy upon me—that is what I shall do.
"Riley?" I breathe. Run my fingers through his hair. "Please, Riley."
"Please what?" he asks.
"Help me."
"Help you what?"
"You know."
“Yeah. But I need to hear you say the words."
"I do not know if I can."
He releases the gusset, and I am covered again…but then he grasps my panties at my hips and looks at me. "Tell me to take 'em off you," he commands.
"Riley, will you please remove my panties?" My voice is a tiny, embarrassed whisper.
"Louder."
I clear my throat. "Riley, will you please remove my panties?" I say it firmly, cheeks so hot one could almost fry an egg on them.
"Butt up, honey," he says.
I lift my backside. Hold my breath. Watch as Riley tugs my panties down past my hips, and then over the swell of my backside, and then my sex is exposed and he is tossing my panties aside with my dress and I am naked in front of a man for the first time in my life.
Embarrassed and aroused, I want for one desperate moment to curl into a ball and hide from his hungry eyes. But I do not—I cannot.
Iwillnot.
Tears stain my eyes—I hate them, but I cannot stop them.
