Page 100 of Hiding Forever

“Riley, please. I need to come.”

He chuckles against my neck. “And I need more of you.”

He lifts me off him. “Face down, ass up, baby. I want to see you from behind.”

As if he were a sergeant, I jump to attention and do as he says, my core clenching so hard I’m surprised I didn’t come from his words.

On all fours, I wait to see what Riley will do.

He runs his hands from my shoulders down my spine and massages my backside. “I love this ass. This is the perfect view. Your curves will be the death of me.”

“Riley,” I bark, panting. “I need you inside me. Now.”

“Baby, I’ll give you all of me until you’ve had enough,” he whispers in my ear, his hands on the bed, arms caging me in, his chest touching my back.

Supporting himself on one arm now, he rubs the head of his erection against my core and then he fills me from behind, until he’s all the way in.

I moan and thrust against him when he touches my clit, playing with me until my only thoughts are of how good he feels and how badly my body wants release.

His warmth leaves my back as he rises onto his knees and grips my hips the way he loves to do as he thrusts harder and deeper inside me.

“Oh God,” I chant, never having called out this much before. “Riley. I’m going to…”

He pulls out and tosses me onto my back before I can make sense of what happened.

My mind spins, my heart hammers my ribs, sweat coats my skin, I can barely breathe—in a good way—and my body is dying for the orgasm he keeps denying me.

“I’m sorry.” He kisses my lips, panting. “I can’t get enough of you. Your body. Your everything. It will never be enough.”

Melting, I force my eyes open. “I’m so frustrated with you right now, but I love you and what you do to my body, too. Now, please—please—get back inside me and finish what you started.”

He chuckles, kisses me, then asks, “How’s the sugar?”

I have glucose tablets on the nightstand. I run my hand down his roped abs and reach for his hard-as-steel erection.

“Need one?”

When we’re done. For sure. For now… I clutch his penis. “I need this.”

He teases my entrance, and then pushes inside me until we’re one again. He sets the rhythm but soon, I’m matching his thrusts. His hands and lips are everywhere, devouring every area he can reach, and I love it. I love him so much.

“Riley,” I pant. “I’m so close.”

He cups under my knees and lifts my legs, thrusting deeper than he’s ever gone. I’m pinned to the bed, helpless to do anything but take what he’s giving.

A moment later, I’m rewarded with the best, most fierce orgasm I’ve experienced in my life! It goes on forever, it seems. I see stars and might black out because I don’t remember Riley finishing or collapsing on top of me, but he is.

“Are you okay?” I stroke the damp hair at the back of his neck. He’s heavy, but I don’t care.

He lifts his head, his navy eyes content as he stares down at me. “That was incredible. I’m beyond okay. But what about you?” He rubs the tip of his nose against mine, the action so sweet and gentle compared to the sex we just had. “What can I get you? Water? Glucose tablet? Juice? Food?”

“You’d go get me food?”

“I’ll get you whatever you want and whatever you need.”

I might as well dig my heart from my chest and hand it over because it belongs to him now more than it does to me. “A glucose tablet might be a good idea.”

My weakened muscles could be a sign my sugar has dropped, but it could also be from the exertion I just put out. Holy crap. I didn’t know sex could be like that.

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