Other women had declared their love for him and he was reasonably sure that a few of them did, in their own way, love him. But it was different coming from Chelle. It was more. It was everything.
He brought his hands up and cupped her face gently. He brushed his lips against hers a second time and heard himself demanding, “Tell me again.”
“I love you,” she whispered raggedly, and her breathing was labored, her eyes filled with the love that she was expressing to him.
He knew he needed to stop. He needed to get up and tell her that this wouldn’t work out between them. He needed to get the hell away from her.
Instead he just offered her a pathetic excuse for a warning. “You shouldn’t.”
A smile spread across her face and he grew harder than he ever thought was humanly possible. She pushed gently on his shoulders and straddled his lap.
“Too late. I already do.”
He felt the air leave his lungs in an uncontrollable rush of air.
He was in. All in. He couldn't believe it, really, but this was actually happening.
Riley slid his hands up the outside of Chelle's luscious thighs, his fingers tightening around her toned legs as they rose higher.
Chelle had her head bent down close to Riley's, her fragrant hair forming a curtain that engulfed him in the scent of cinnamon and coconut. He felt the soft strands brushing against his face. It seemed that, with every subtle touch of her silken brown hair against his skin, his arousal was ratcheted to new heights. Chelle sat very still atop his legs, barely moving except for the rapid rise and fall of her chest, which became more and more exaggerated with the increasing intensity of her breathing.
As he watched the perfect mounds of her breasts moving up and down with each breath, he saw the evidence of her intense arousal in her now-hard nipples, which were poking through the thin fabric of her shirt.
Riley groaned from deep within his chest. He did not know how much more of this sweet torture he could take before he simply had to touch her, take her, devour every inch of her, drive himself into her...
He moaned again.
Riley slid his hands quickly the rest of the way up her thighs until they cupped her ass - that sweet, round, perfect ass. Digging his fingers into the fleshy mounds, he pulled her forward so that her hot, moist sex rested directly atop his fast-hardening erection.
She gasped with pleasure, her eyes suddenly widening, and he realized that her tender center must already be sensitized. Mmmm...that meant that she was already really turned on. He like that - liked that he had the power to take her to that level of arousal so quickly.
She slid her arms around his neck and grasped him tightly, whimpering a little as she began to grind her hips against him.
God. He could actually feel the intense heat radiating from her core, even through the fabric of the clothing that both of them still wore. Holy crap. If this heaven that he was experiencing was merely a glimpse of the sensation that was to come, when nothing separated their bodies but a thin sheen of sweat, and he was able to drive himself inside of her with no protective barrier of clothing between them...God, it might actually be too much to take!
Riley had never felt this strongly about any other woman before.
Of course, he had had sex with other women in the past. Plenty of other women. But he'd never felt anything that even came close to comparing to this level of intensity. Of reverence, almost.
This was more than mere physical sensation. This felt spiritual, and he couldn’t wait any longer to be with her. He simply had to touch her bare skin, had to let his hands and mouth roam over her naked body. He couldn't wait one minute longer.
"God, Chelle," he groaned, barely in control of his ragged voice, "I need you. I need you right now."
"Yes," her warm breath heavy with lust as she leaned closer to him, resting her forehead against his, "I need you too. God, I need you now, Riley. I've wanted you so bad...so much...for so long."
The words she spoke fueled Riley’s desire. Consuming need flooded his body. Chelle sitting on his lap fully clothed, telling him how badly she needed and wanted him was the most erotic thing that Riley had ever experienced. He moved his hands up her slim waist, sliding them underneath her shirt, reveling in the feeling of the warm skin of her torso under his fingertips as he moved them steadily upward, upward...sliding her shirt over her head and feasting his eyes for the first time on her lovely, full, round breasts.
Her nipples were even harder than the preview he had gotten through the thin fabric of her shirt, would have led him to imagine. The flickering light from the still-running television cast a delicate glow on her skin in a luminous shade of blue. The cherry red peaks of her nipples stood out prominently at the tips of her gorgeous, plump mounds.