I swirl my tongue around before sucking her clit into my mouth, being sure to be gentle with her. I suck and lick while moving my finger in and out in a slow, consistent motion, never losing rhythm. I know how much rhythm means to a woman’s sexual needs and I will be fucked if I don’t give her the greatest pleasure she’s ever known. Tyler can fuck off. He’s never made her come like I’m about to.
It doesn’t take long before I can feel her already starting to clamp down around my finger. It doesn’t surprise me though. If I’m good at one thing, it’s definitely using my tongue, and I’ve saved my best for her. I slowly run my tongue in between her lips before sucking them into my mouth and then her clit. When I feel her starting to clamp again, I run my tongue over her thigh, before softly biting down on it. “Come for me, baby,” I whisper. “Don’t worry about anyone hearing you.”
Her body jerks as she clamps around my finger and screams out softly. It’s so fucking tight that it almost hurts my finger. It reminds me that I’ve been the only one to be inside of her.
Right as she’s coming, I pull my finger out, replacing it with my tongue. I want to taste her when she comes. “Fuck yeah, Rile.” Her breathing comes out in heavy bursts as she continues to scream and moan below me. “Cale . . . Cale . . .” She runs her hands through her hair before biting her bottom lip and looking up to meet my eyes. “Make love to me. Please . . .”
Snaking my arm around her waist, I move up to press my body between her wet thighs. I kiss her, wanting to taste every fucking inch of her. Her lips are the best tasting thing in the world to me, and I swear that I will never be able to get enough.
She moans and leans her head back, pressing it into the massage bed. I love seeing her come undone below me, knowing that I will be the only one. She had her chances and didn’t take them. It only makes me love her more.
Gripping her thigh, I slip inside of her, causing her to moan out and dig her nails into my back. “I’ve missed you inside of me, Cale.”
“Say it again,” I whisper against her lips.
She leans up and sucks my lip into her mouth, turning me on even more. “I’ve. Missed. You. Inside. Of. Me.” She wraps her legs around my waist and squeezes me hard. “You are my best friend, the man that I love. You and only you.”
Her words set me off and before I know it, I’m grinding my hips in and out of her, taking her slow and deep, deeper than I’ve ever taken her.
With each thrust her nails dig deeper and harder into my flesh, her moans becoming louder in my ear. Something about this moment feels so different than all of the other times we’ve had sex. Everything seems so much more real.
Maybe it’s the fact that I know she loves me now, and this is me proving to her that I love her too. This is us making love.
My hand slips under her neck to grip her hair as I press my lips to hers and continue to make love to her, knowing that this moment is special to both of us. This is the moment that I make my best friend so much more: my woman. This moment I have been waiting on for far too fucking long.
Knowing how this feels, I would wait all over again if I had to. This is a feeling that many men aren’t lucky enough to ever experience and I wouldn’t give it up for anything . . .
AFTER TALKING AND MAKING LOVE for about the fifth time, I help Riley get dressed before getting dressed myself, then pull her into my arms and press my lips to her forehead.
“Come home tonight, baby,” I whisper. “Let me take you out on a real date.”
Smiling, she grabs my face and looks me in the eyes. “You making me dinner and taking care of me would be the realest that a date could ever get. If you ask me, you’re the only one that has taken me on a real date.”
My heart swells from her words and a sense of pride swarms through me. “This is why I love you so much, Rile.”
Pressing my lips to hers, I kiss her long and hard, not wanting to say bye for the next three hours. I just want her home and in my bed. “Hurry home so I can make you dinner and make love to you all fucking night. I have a lot of making up to do. I’ll never again lose time with you.”
She smiles and pushes me away as someone knocks on the door. “Okay,” she laughs. “I’ll hurry back. I promise.”
“Home,” I say, correcting her.
She kisses me once more and smiles. “Home. I’ll hurry home. Better?”
I grip her face and bite her bottom lip. “Much fucking better, baby.”
The person at the door knocks again. Smiling so damn hard that I feel as if my face is about to rip, I open the door and step out.