A Private Affair - A.C. Arthur Page 0,28

her body wanted nothing more than for him to join her on this bed, to take her to that sweet place where she’d soared a week ago. She missed that place. Every day this week she’d thought about it and missed it more. Too much. She’d berated herself for the thoughts but tonight it was a simple truth.

“Not after tonight,” she whispered. “Not again.”

She moved the crystal lower until it slid along the shaved skin of her mound. Riley loved the sensation of being shaved—each touch felt a million times stronger, and she experienced each lick on a deeper level. It was amazing. It was also one of the things that gave her a sense of power over her own pleasure. With one hand she parted her folds and with the other she dragged the crystal over the slickness of her clit, down past her opening and back again, letting the coolness of the crystal mingle with the heat from her arousal.

With the crystal in one hand, she slipped two fingers into her aching center, gasping at the stretch and moaning with the pleasure streaking wildly throughout her body. She lifted her legs, flattening her feet on the mattress, and pumped her fingers in and out while circling the crystal over her clit. Her head thrashed on the pillows, teeth clenched tight. He wasn’t speaking but he was there. She could smell him and feel him in the heat that swirled throughout the room.

This wasn’t how her meditation usually happened. It wasn’t the feeling she normally sought. But this was good, too. In fact, it was magnificent. Her heart raced with the thrust of her hands. Her hips moved with the motion and Riley knew her release was near. She could feel it in every jolt of her thighs, the full sensation in her breasts. She heard it in the sound of her fingers moving against her coated walls, her essence dripping down between the crevice of her bottom and onto the bed.

“I’m right there with you.”

His voice was an intrusion. A pleasurable one.

“You look so damn beautiful, Riley. So strong and talented. The way you know exactly how to find your pleasure. You didn’t let me stop you. You’re in your own world bringing every sensation that you need.”

His words rolled around in her mind but they were hard to comprehend through the fog of desire. She was panting now, arching her back as she drove her fingers deeper.

“Damn! You’re so wet. So pretty and wet. I can’t stand it.”

Riley couldn’t, either. She needed this to end. She needed to fall over that cliff and float once again, to let the pleasure take her away. She dropped the crystal, using fingers from one hand to work her clit faster while the other hand continued to pump fiercely inside until her legs shook and a deep guttural moan eased from her throat.

“Riley! What are you doing to me?”

His voice was clearer now, in the few seconds just before her body stilled. Her release was intense, touching every part of her body, keeping her eyes closed tight, her fingers locking where they were, her toes curling into the comforter.

“Chaz!”

She hadn’t meant to say the name that seemed to be etched into her mind. She’d never called out a man’s name during sex, or during meditation.

Coming down from her release was like falling onto a bed of cotton. Riley sighed into the softness, relaxing her mind, body and soul.

Loud moaning caught her attention and she turned her head to see Chaz through pleasure-blurred eyes. He had removed his jacket. His legs were spread wide, the button, belt and zipper of his pants were undone. His dick was in his hand, thick and long and dripping with his release as he made one final jerk and cursed long and loud.

Moments later he was gone and Riley closed her eyes, ready to welcome a deep sleep. It wouldn’t be the first time that a meditation session had lulled her into slumber and she hoped it wouldn’t be the last. But just when she started to slip into dreamland, she felt him touch her.

“What are you doing?” she asked when Chaz’s strong hands and arms moved under her and lifted her from the bed.

“Helping you get cleaned up.”

“No.” She pressed a hand into his chest just in case he didn’t believe she was serious. “I can do it myself. I don’t want your help.”

A muscle in his jaw twitched and Chaz continued walking. He stopped