...“Leave the panties on,” he said when she reached for the zipper on her skirt. “I want to peel those off myself.”

Nipples and clit hardened all the more at the thought. She wiggled the skirt off, then stripped the chenille bedspread down to the foot of the bed and patted the soft, emerald green sheet beneath it in invitation.

“Play with your tits. Give your nipples a taste of what they’re going to feel when my hands are on them.”

“God, Patrick,” she gasped out. “You make me close to coming and you haven’t even touched me yet.”

“Now you know how I feel…how I’ve felt for the last month.”

She squeezed her breasts and flicked her thumbs over her nipples. Patrick groaned and licked his lips. The zipper came down, jeans and boxers off. That beautiful penis sprang free and proud at a hard, long forty-five degree angle.

She pushed her breasts into a deep cleavage. “Put it here,” she whispered.

He didn’t argue or hesitate. Careful not to crush her, Patrick straddled her body and plunged his cock into the valley she’d created. Fingers curled around the headboard. Muscles bunched in his arms as he fought for control. A pearly drop of semen oozed from the tip of his penis. She caught it on her tongue, then traced the slit.

“Honey…” He gasped and starting thrusting.

His balls felt like stones against her chest. Riley wiggled into them and pressed her breasts tighter around his cock. With each stroke that drove his glans beyond its nest, she lashed her tongue around it. Eyes closed, lips parted, head tossed back, Patrick looked like he basked in the wonder of it all. She’d done this for him, made him feel…supreme. Riley wrapped her lips around his cockhead and sucked.

“Oh…baby…I…” The headboard rattled as he came.

She drew him deeper into her mouth, taking all he had. Hard pants heaved his chest. His nipples were as hard as hers. He slowly released the headboard, then stretched out on top of her.

He kissed her lips—one, then the other, then both—teasing her with a touch of tongue, but not going deep. Down her throat to trace the well at the base. Over to one ear where the lobe begged for attention. Nipping down her neck until she was writhing against him…and then the other side.

She held on to his strong shoulders, letting herself feel it all, arching into him when he seized her breasts in a suckle that pierced pleasure down to her clit. He took his time, kneading one over and over before moving to the next, then starting all over again, until Riley whimpered with the need for attention lower.

Patrick glided down her body. She parted her legs wide, not so silently begging him to take her, to make her come. A new hard-on brushed against her thigh. She wanted it. She wanted it now.

He screwed his tongue into her navel. A moan lifted her hips off the bed. He grabbed the elastic waistband in his fist and yanked down her panties, toyed with the crack of her ass, then hauled them toward her feet.

Riley pulled one leg free. Kneeling before her, he caught it and sucked at her ankle. Soft nips worked his mouth up her calf to the back of her knee, then he eased her leg to the bed and settled there. He urged her thighs apart with deep caresses of his hands. She splayed them apart, desperately wanting what he had to give.