He dropped to his knees in front of her spread legs, gazing at her beautiful core, and stopped himself just short of pushing her knees further apart.
He smiled.
No.
That wasn't how they were going to do this.
He looked up into her eyes. "Chelle," he said in a gravelly yet commanding tone, "spread your legs further apart for me, baby."
A whimpering little moan escaped from her, which quickly escalated into a full-throated groan. She spread her legs as far apart as they would go.
"That's right," he whispered as he lowered his mouth to her, "That's right, Chelle."
He began to flick his tongue over her sensitive nub, tracing the hard tip of it over her lips and swirling around the hard pleasure button again and again. He loved the way her muscles twitched with every small touch, the way her body responded to his hands and his tongue as if it were a well-tuned instrument which he had spent a lifetime learning to master.
He cupped his hands underneath her and pulled her tighter to his mouth, tasting the sweetness of her arousal and becoming dizzy with the headiness of it all.
Suddenly, he sensed a change in the movements of her hips underneath his mouth. They became faster-paced, more frantic. He felt her fingers dig into the back of his head, urging him closer, faster.
This was it. He was about to bring her to the heights of ecstasy that, not moments ago, he had been turning himself on by thinking about his capacity to bring her to.
He slid one strong hand under her again, pressing her up as tight as he could to his hungry mouth, and used the other hand to slide two fingers inside of her as he expertly employed his tongue to work her pleasure center harder and faster, using every tool at his disposal to stimulate her beautiful body and bring her crashing into orgasm.
Then, all of a sudden, he felt her muscles clamp down on his fingers as they moved inside of her, felt her hands ball into fists in his hair, felt her arch her back and thrust her hips forward, and heard her scream, "Oh, Riley! Oh, God! Yes! Oh, Riley, yes, YES!" as she came powerfully.
He stroked her gently with his thumb as she came down from her explosive climax, as her breathing slowed, as the sweat dried on her perfect skin, and as she slowly opened her eyes and began to look around, aware again of her surroundings.
She sat up and watched him with lusty interest as he quickly stripped off his clothes and took his “trusty condom” from his wallet, tearing it from its foil wrapper and sliding it onto his powerful erection. He saw her eyeing his length hungrily, biting her lip and breathing hard as she stared at his impressive manhood.
He stepped closer, smiling his enigmatic half-smile again. He ran his fingers softly through her hair.
“Is this what you want?” he asked, observing the way that her eyes never left his stiff erection.
She nodded lustily.
He took her hand and guided it to his shaft, wrapping her fingers around it tightly.
"This?" He clarified, a teasing note in his voice.
She nodded, her breathing coming now in short, rapid bursts.
Leaning down, placing his lips directly against her ear. "Then lay back," he whispered intensely, "spread your legs, and put me inside you."
She groaned with the sheer erotic pleasure of it all and did exactly as he said. She scooted back against the pillows, spread her legs wide, and positioned him at her opening.
When he felt that he was properly aligned, he thrust into her, all of the power of the pent-up desire that he had been shoving down for the past couple of days – hell, maybe for the past couple of years – powering that first thrust.
When he was buried in her up to the hilt, he paused for a moment to enjoy the sensation of being buried within her, of being enfolded in her soft snug warmth. It was like nothing he'd ever experienced before. It went so far beyond physical sensation that the physical sensation itself – although intensely pleasurable – almost seemed beside the point. The most overpowering thing about the whole encounter was the fact that it was happening with Chelle – a fact that seemed almost beyond belief.
Her name was continually playing through his head, "Chelle, Chelle, Chelle, Chelle..." almost like he had to keep repeating it to remind himself that this was real. That he was actually making love to Chelle.
As he moved in and out of her, in and out, in and out, he reveled in listening to her small moans and whimpers of delight. In fact, he focused more on those than on his own pleasure, a fact which shocked him immensely. He was someone who loved the physical intensity of sex – lived for it, in many ways – but had never really been moved by the emotional aspect of it. Now, here, with Chelle, that was all he could think about.
He felt her inner walls spasm around his rock hard shaft. Her body began to shake as her hips bucked against his.