The Curve Ball - Samantha Lind Page 0,48

a steel beam, and her center pressed against me just above it is driving me fucking crazy. I spin us until I can push her back against the wall next to the door. I grind against her, all while still devouring her mouth.

Riley tugs at my shirt, and I break the kiss long enough to pull it off over my head. I tug at her tank top, and it joins my T-shirt on the floor a second later. I drag my fingertip along the top of her lacy bra then follow the path with my lips. I drop my mouth a little lower, flicking my tongue over her nipples, and revel in the fact that they pebble as I do just that. The moans that fall from her lips have me almost coming in my pants like I’m a fourteen-year-old boy seeing his first set of tits.

“You like that, baby?” I ask against her skin.

“Yes!” she moans, and I reach behind her, finding the clasp of her bra, and flick it open one-handed. It joins our shirts on the floor moments later, and I return to sucking on her nipples. They’re perfect. The prettiest dusty rose color, darkening as I suck and roll them between my fingertips.

I kiss my way back up her chest, finding a few sweet spots along her neck and jaw that have her purring like a cat. I devour her mouth once again when I reach it.

I’ve had enough of making out against the wall like a teenager, so I step back and carefully make my way through the house, stopping only once we’re inside my room. I close the door, then pin Riley against it.

“I need to taste you,” I tell her as I set her down on her feet, then drop to my knees. I look up at her as I tug her shorts off her hips. She steps out of them, one foot at a time, our eye contact never breaking. Once the shorts are on the floor a few feet away from us where they landed after I tossed them, I take my fill of her almost naked body. I feel her creamy smooth skin as I run my fingertips from her ankle up the backs of her calves, over her knees, and up the backs of her thighs. I bring my hands around to the front, running the pads of my thumbs over her clit that is still covered by a scrap of lace. It is sexy as fuck, so I lean forward and kiss it. I suck in a deep breath, filling my lungs with her scent. I can smell her arousal, and it makes my cock harden even more in my pants.

I watch her for any signs that she doesn’t want this. Her chest heaves as she sucks in a few breaths, waiting for my next move. I spread her legs a little farther apart, making room for my shoulders. Once I fit between her thighs, I move her thong to the side and then run my tongue from her core to her clit, and I swear she levitates off the ground. I pull back slightly and look up at her, and the blissed-out look on her face tells me this is precisely what she wanted. I return to my previous position, alternating between sucking and flicking her clit with my tongue, and slipping it into her pussy as it clenches. I move back up to suck on her clit, just as I slide a finger inside her. She’s so fucking tight, and it’s at that moment I recall what she told Jillian a few months ago. She’s so tight because she’s a fucking virgin.

“You like that, baby?” I say against her clit. My finger slides in and out of her pussy as I fuck her slowly with it.

“Yes,” she pants. “Please don’t stop. I’m so close.”

“That’s it, baby. Come on my tongue,” I tell her as I replace my finger with my tongue. I fuck her, my tongue slipping inside her as she grinds her pussy against my face, riding out her orgasm. I lap at every drop of her sweetness as she comes. I’m going to become addicted to the taste of her, I can tell already. I stroke her through her release, waiting patiently as she comes down from the high that hits your body after an intense orgasm. I look up at her, watching her until she looks down at me. The smile that fills